The O.C. (2003)

Caleb Nichol: I've come to ask a favor.
Sandy: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Caleb Nichol: You didn't hear me?
Sandy: No, I heard you, I... I just want to make you say it again.

Seth: So you guys will be in here and I'll be on the other side of this soundproof wall.
Summer: Are you OK?
Seth: Yeah, just an allergic reaction to the universe.

Caleb Nichol: Just remember, whatever happens in that courtroom, I did what I did for this family.

Sandy: There's no need for sarcasm.
Seth: I'm not being sarcastic.
Sandy: Well, it's hard to tell sometimes.

Seth: Shhh! We're being stealth.

Sandy: Why don't we give up? Oh, give up with me, honey! We could let the Gruesome Twosome destroy our careers, or we could sit here, enjoy obscene amounts of Dr. Phil, and destroy them ourselves.

Caleb: Do you hear a clicking on the phone? Every time I try to dial and I swear, I hear a clicking.
Julie: Okay, Nixon. Paranoid, much?

Seth: Wow, he came back, people never leave and come back.

Caleb Nichol: It's always cause'a Kirsten. When you railroaded my dinner, was that cause'a her too?
Sandy: No. That one was for you.

Seth: So what's the GP, RA?
Ryan: I have no idea what you just said.
Seth: Game plan, Ryan Atwood.
Ryan: You're just using initials now?
Seth: Yeah, it saves time.
Ryan: Well, not if you have to translate.
Seth: GP.
Ryan: Game plan?
Seth: Good point.

Ryan: Okay, I screwed up yet again. So now what? You're going to kick me out?
Sandy: You think you can mess up so bad we'll just give up on you? You can't. You are part of this family now and you're going to feel the full weight of that. You're going to wish we threw you out.

Sandy: We can't give in to threats like that, we don't negotiate with the Newpsies.

Summer: You just gotta get right back on that horse, Coop. You gotta giddy up, horsy.

Seth: Well he can't have gone that way cause that's the ocean.

Ryan: I appreciate you driving me down to Chino, but I can take care of this myself. This shouldn't have to be your problem.
Sandy: Hey. If it's a Ryan problem, it's a Cohen problem.

Seth: Mom, on the other hand, Waspy McWasp.
Sandy: We're so proud.
Kirsten: I am not a Wasp.
Seth: Sure you're not.

Summer: What do you want from me Cohen?
Seth: I just want you.

Summer: Lost my mind there, didn't I?
Marissa: Little bit.

Kirsten: It would be nice if Uncle Sean could be here.
Sandy: Not if we have to pay for the bar tab.

Seth: That's right. It is complicated. It's complicated by the fact that there's an Eddie, and this Eddie still obviously has feelings for Theresa. In fact that would actually make this romantic triangle more of a romantic... rhombus.