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The O.C.

More of "The O.C." If I forgot any quotes or made a mistake on any of them, please let me know. Thanks. Enjoy!

Sandy: We gotta stop meeting like this.

Ryan: My mom ditched me, I burned your wife's house down, how is this gonna be okay?

Ryan: Tell your wife thanks.
Sandy: Already did.

Ryan: Sorry.
Z: You ain't now, but you will be.

Sandy: Wow. You're all set up for your Newpsie convention. Hey, when do the vultures land?
Kirsten: Soon. And I'm sure that I have a doily out of place somewhere.
Sandy: Good. Gives 'em something to talk about. I don't know why you have these women over, you don't like them.
Kirsten: I don't don't like them. I grew up with these women, they're my oldest friends. Besides, it's for charity.
Sandy: What's on the agenda? What event are you dragging me to this week?
Kirsten: Casino Night.
Sandy: You know, this home-from-the-office housewife thing, it's really...
Kirsten: Disturbing?
Sandy: Hot. It's disturbingly hot.

Kirsten: What I can't live with is if something was to happen to you because of him.
Seth: Like I meet someone who doesn't suck?
Kirsten: We are not his parents. I am not his mother.
Seth: Good thing.
Sandy: Hey. Get back here. Apologize.

Julie: Well, nobody blames you for bringing him into the community. You're so trusting, Sandy.
Sandy: Well, I should be off. Gotta go find the next kid to jeopardize the community. Maybe a black kid. Or an Asian kid. Bye, ladies.
Kirsten: How 'bout a Bellini?

Kirsten: I'll be right back. Um, I have to go, uh, check on the thing.
Julie: She's been through so much. Her son was friends with that boy.

Kirsten: I'm taking a Newpsie break.

Seth: I'm going to juvie to visit Ryan.
Kirsten: No. No, you're not. No way.
Seth: Okay. Bye.
Kirsten: Seth.

Kirsten: Give me 15 minutes to lose the ladies.

Marissa: Hey, Summer, my dad's home, you know.
Summer: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Marissa: Oh, gross!

Jimmy: So, how's your mother?
Seth: Uh, just...married.

Marissa: Uh, what's that Seth? Did you say you need a ride to a Star Wars convention?
Seth: Star Wars convention? I'm sorry, her top was off. You couldn't have at least said X-Men for me?

Seth: So I'm sorry the plan didn't work. I thought I had it figured out. I thought you were safe. I was wrong.

Z: You got a nice swerve on you, lady. You fine.

Sandy: I never knew you to be an impulse shopper.
Kirsten: I didn't know what else to do.
Sandy: Did you tell him it was permanent.
Kirsten: No, of course not.

Ryan: So I guess I won't unpack.

Seth: Help yourself to a wide assortment of breakfast cereals.

Julie: So I want you to finish your hair, put on a nice top and please come join me at the club.

Kirsten: Julie, this is Ryan.
Julie: I'm Julie Cooper. I've heard so much about you.
Ryan: Nice to meet you too.

Marissa: Hey, I was hoping maybe we could talk.
Luke: Which one of us did you want to talk to?

Julie: All I know is the police are taking criminals off the street and Sandy Cohen is putting them in my back yard.

Sandy: I am disappointed. And frankly, I'm a little surprised. This is supposed to be a community that welcomes outsiders. I mean, me, I'm all the way from the Bronx. And you're from, what, Riverside, right? Which is not that different from where Ryan's from. Excuse me a minute.

Sandy: Thanks for the muffin.

Ryan: What do you do exactly? Real estate or construction?
Seth: Dude, don't ask.
Kirsten: I tried to explain it to Seth once and he fell asleep halfway through.
Seth: Okay, but, uh....Yeah, that's pretty much true.

Ryan: And I used to want to be an architect.
Kirsten: What do you want to be now?
Ryan: Seventeen.
Kirsten: Me too.

Julie: You will not believe what Sandy Cohen said to me. He basically called me white trash. He said I was from Riverside.
Jimmy: Honey, you are from Riverside.
Julie: It was his tone.

Jimmy: Leave Kirsten alone. She's the one paying our bills.

Jimmy: I wouldn't really call it a handout.
Julie: Oh, really? What would you call it?
Jimmy: A hundred thousand dollars.

Ryan: What happened to the restaurant?
Dawn: Um, they were making cutbacks.
Ryan: You got fired.
Dawn: Well, it was for the best. They had rats, cockroaches. Disgusting.

Dawn: You ever gonna forgive me, kiddo?
Ryan: Let's just go slow, huh?
Dawn: Okay. Whatever you want. I'm not gonna lose you again.

Dawn: I'm an embarrassment to my son.
Kirsten: Welcome to my world.

Sandy: Hey. Kirsten does the same thing, washes the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. I never know whether they're clean or dirty.
Ryan: We never had a dishwasher.

Ryan: She really likes it here. She talked about finding some place small nearby. In the numbered streets.

Dawn: All their parties like this?
Ryan: Pretty much.
Dawn: Well, let's clean 'em out, kid.

Julie: How much did you get for the hug?

Dawn: My boy. Lucky for him, he's got my brains.

Seth: Hi, Summer. I'm Seth Cohen.
Summer: I'm superstitious. Blow on these.
Seth: What?
Summer: Blow.

Summer: You're not going anywhere, Syd.
Seth: Seth.
Summer: Whatever.
Seth: Okay.
Summer: Blow.

Marissa: You can't just not talk to me.
Luke: Watch me.

Ryan: She chose you. You're the one she wants.

Summer: You rock, Stanley.

Julie: You want to hear something funny?
Jimmy: Always.
Julie: Sandy Cohen had no idea Kirsten wrote you that check. Imagine being so rich you don't tell your husband you're giving away $100,000.

Seth: Two Mountain Dews, my good man. Thank you. Ryan, greatest night ever. It's like one of those nights when the stars and the cosmos and the moon align and it's just, like, wow.

Summer: Rabbit's foot? Vamanos.
Seth: By the end of the night she might know my first name. Duty calls.

Dawn: You hold your family together. I tear mine apart.
Kirsten: You can't walk away.
Dawn: Why? This'll be the first good thing I ever did for him. This way he ends up with a real mom. Take care of him, okay? He deserves it.

Kirsten: Ryan's gonna stay with us now.

Ryan: I'll unpack later.

Kirsten: Are we okay?
Sandy: Yeah.
Kirsten: Good. Because we just got in way over our heads.


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