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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!


Kirsten: What kind of mother just abandons her child?

Seth: You know what I was thinking? I think that this being your last night and all, uh, we should do something special. I don't know what. Possibly get a couple of tattoos or some hookers and lose our virginity, right? Okay, dude, there's a shark movie at the IMAX if that's what you're into.
Ryan: I think I just want to take it easy.

Sandy: So...the last supper, huh? Sorry. Bad joke.

Ryan: This all looks really good.
Seth: Yeah, it's too bad you're leaving, we never eat like this.
Kirsten: That's not true. I cook all the time.
Seth: Huh. Dad.
Sandy: I'm sorry, honey.
Kirsten: Let's just eat.
Sandy: We're not saying we want you to cook more.
Seth: Oh, pshhh, hell no. Remember the meatloaf incident of '98?
Kirsten: That was brisket.
Seth: Yeah, that's my point, exactly.

Ryan: So I'm now property of the government, nickname 0382965.
Seth: Hey, it's better than "Death Breath Seth." Or so I would imagine.

Seth: Yeah, because everybody wants a brand new teenager.

Seth: Hey, how about a little, uh, PlayStation perhaps? Uh, are you running away?
Ryan: Go back in the house, Seth.
Seth: Hey, hey, hey, you can't just run away. What are you thinking? What about , like, Child Services or my dad? Okay, then wait. Hey, I want to come with you. You know what I've always wanted to do besides sail to Tahiti? I want to do that whole Kerouac thing. Hit the road, stop at diner to diner, the pancake tour of North America.
Ryan: No.
Seth: Fair enough. Where ya going?
Ryan: I don't know. New town, get a job somewhere, save some money.
Seth: That's a great plan. It sounds like you've given it a lot of thought.
Ryan: Got a better idea?
Seth: Actually, I do.

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

Ryan: You always drink like that?
Marissa: I thought you left.
Ryan: I did. I am.
Seth: Ryan. Ryan, we're all set. You ready? Hi there, Marissa.
Marissa: What are you doing?
Seth: Nothing, we're just hanging out. Oh, look, it's somebody's birthday. I guess my invitation probably got lost in the mail.
Marissa: It's my friend Summer's birthday.
Seth: Summer's birthday is not till Wednesday. That's what I heard. I don't know, I, that was a guess.
Marissa: You guys are up to something.
Seth: Dude, what'd you tell her?
Ryan: I didn't tell her anything. Maybe the black turtleneck in August tipped her off.
Seth: Okay, I was going for stealth, and also, it's slimming. We should really go. Have fun at your party.
Ryan: You should probably be off. The Newport social scene awaits.
Marissa: Oh, yeah?

Marissa: Before I came along you were on a skateboard.

Seth: I'm sorry, uh, Avril Lavigne doesn't count as punk.
Marissa: Oh, yeah? Well, what about The Cramps? Stiff Little Fingers. The Clash. Sex Pistols.
Seth: I listen to the same music as Marissa Cooper?

Seth: Well, I mean, I know the place needs some sprucing up, but...God, did I just say "sprucing"?

Seth: And wait till you see the best part. Ahhhhhhhh....
Ryan: It's an empty pool.
Seth: To some people.

Ryan: I don't have any stock tips.

Ryan: So how long you been with him?
Marissa: Luke? Uh, I don't know really.
Seth: I know. Fifth grade, when you two got your mack on during our class trip to the Museum of Tolerance, back of the bus. Classy lady.
Marissa: You know what? What's your problem, Cohen? I mean, what did I ever do to you?
Seth: Nothing, Marissa. I've lived next door to you forever, and you've never done or said anything to me.
Marissa: Oh, my God. You're the one who never talks to me. You think you're so much better than everyone.
Seth: I do? Well, if you're talking about Luke, then, yes, because that guy shaves his chest!
Marissa: He plays water polo.
Seth: We know. Half the team tried to kill us the other night.
Ryan: I'm not too popular around here. And your boyfriend...a little bit angry.
Marissa: You're telling me you didn't try to hit him back?
Ryan: Actually, I hit him first.
Marissa: Well, it's hard to believe you're not more popular.

Seth: So when she says it, you listen?

Marissa: Seth Cohen says "Happy Birthday."
Summer: Who?
Marissa: She says "thanks."

Marissa: I gotta go meet my friends. My other friends.

Seth: I'm telling you, Ryan, this plan is foolproof.

Seth: Okay, the key here is not to panic. Do you have your supplies?
Marissa: Yeah, but there are cops at your house, I mean, do you think it's safe?
Seth: I'll handle Johnny Law, unless, are you losing your nerve?
Marissa: Meet me in the driveway.

Julie: Jimmy, you don't have cancer. No one is dying. Whatever it is, whatever you've done, I'm sure you'll fix it.

Seth: So, did you tell him anything?
Marissa: No. But if anyone asks, you're Suki.

Ryan: So you didn't tell them anything?
Seth: Umm, actually, I told them you went to Mexico for cockfights.

Seth: Did you seriously bring a loofa?
Ryan: What's a loofa?

Marissa: Hey. Here's a little bit of everything. Let your education begin.

Kirsten: What is it about this kid?
Sandy: I thought I could help him, make a difference. I was this kid. If someone hadn't helped me I wouldn't be here.

Julie: China has alopecia. We need to call the vet.

Luke: Shut up, queer.
Seth: Well, at least I don't shave my chest.
Luke: What'd you say?
Marissa: Luke, come on.
Seth: I said, you look nice in a sweater vest. It was a compliment.
Luke: Do you want me to break you, Cohen?
Ryan: Hey.
Luke: No way. Look who's back. You know, you're a little far from 8 Mile.
Marissa: Luke, don't.
Luke: What are you, like, spokesperson for Geeks of America or something?
Ryan: Haha, you know what I like about rich kids? Nothing.
Seth: That was awesome.

Seth: "You know what I like about rich kids? Bam. Nothing." Hey, Ryan, you wouldn't consider me rich, would you? I'd be more upper-middle class.

Seth: What's up, fool?
Marissa: You know, you didn't have to hit him.
Ryan: Sorry.

Seth: God, it's my mom. And your dad.

Summer: Hey.
Marissa: Hey.
Summer: So, what's up? You've been all weird-acting lately.
Marissa: Yeah? I don't know. I guess, it's just, do you ever wonder what your life looks like through someone else's eyes?
Summer: Alright, this is what I'm talking about. What is up with you?
Marissa: Nothing, it's just...

Summer: Maybe he's on OxyContin. OxyContin is gnarly.

Sandy: I'm warning you, you run away, I'm coming with you.

Ryan: You can't stay. If you stay, if we spend the night, I don't know that I could leave.
Marissa: Well, then don't.

Ryan: We're from different worlds.
Marissa: That's not true.
Ryan: I'm not like you. Go. Please. Go.

Ryan: Then kill me and quit talking about it.

Julie: I can't believe I'm old enough to have watched people play basketball in those shorts.

Jimmy: You can tell me. We tell each other everything.
Marissa: Do we?

Luke: You're okay.
Ryan: Disappointed?
Luke: Where you going?
Ryan: Don't know.
Luke: We both keep our mouths shut, they may never know it was us.
Ryan: Pshh.
Luke: What're you doing?
Ryan: You're giving me a ride.

Seth: He didn't want to leave and I didn't want him to leave either. It's like you force me to live amongst these pod people and the first cool person I meet, it's like, you kick him out of the house.
Sandy: I did the best I could.
Seth: So did I.

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