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Sandy: Sometimes the best thing is for a kid to have some space.
Kirsten: The Pacific Ocean? That's not enough space?

Caleb: Do you hear a clicking on the phone? Every time I try to dial out I swear I hear a clicking.
Julie: Okay, Nixon. Paranoid, much? What's going on with you, Cal? You're either hopped up on blow or something's seriously wrong.

Sandy: I've always liked Luke. He's like a big Golden Retriever.
Ryan: (laughs) Actually, he kinda is.

Caleb: I don't get it. His best friend leaves, so he runs off with another boy and his gay dad. You gotta admit, sounds kind of strange.
Sandy: And this coming from a guy who is one click away from wearing a wig and a fake mustache.

Luke: Seth got in a little fight with his mom.
Seth: Thankyou, that was both honest and emasculating.

Sandy: Hey, there are plenty of good restaurants in Newport.
Seth: I thought you said all the restaurants in Newport were overpriced and oversauced.
Sandy: I have this thing about sauces. Less is more.

Summer: Well my therapist said the best thing I can do to move on in my life, is to divest myself of Seth's material possessions. (Kirsten looks confused.) I've got to dump off a bunch of his crap.

Theresa: The only reason you stayed was because of this baby. And now there isn't a baby.
Ryan: You don't want me to come home.
Theresa: You don't want to come home.

Theresa's mom: Did you tell him? (Theresa nods) Did he believe you?
Theresa: Yeah, I think so.

Ryan: Hey, so, I was thinking.
Seth: I was thinking too. You know they don't even have a water polo team here. That's just gonna be a problem for me.

Ryan: How'd you make it all the way to Portland from Newport in that little catamaran?
Seth: Hm. Well, Ryan, sit down, my son. (motions for him to sit down) It was a long and torturous journey, and I'm not gonna, I'm not gonna sugar coat any details for you—
Ryan: Please don't.
Seth: —'cause we're friends. First, I sailed to Catalina. Then, I sailed to Santa Barbara. Santa Barbara, I ran out of snacks. Freaked out a little bit, pawned my boat out for cash, took a Greyhound to Portland.
Ryan: You took a bus.
Seth: Yeah. But don't say it like that, it was a local. Okay, have you ever been in one of those? Okay, have you ever been on one of those? Not for the faint of heart.
Ryan: Can't believe after all that, you took a bus.
Seth: Yeah. I think we're definitely going to have to come up with a better story for school though, that'd be good.
Ryan: I don't know, I like the bus idea. It's cool.
Seth: Okay, what about maybe... boat sank, saved by whales? It's very Whale Rider.
Ryan: What else you got?
Seth: I took the boat, the boat sank, saved by a mermaid? Boat sank, stranded on a desert island...

Kirsten: Sandy?
Sandy: Honey, I'm mid-shmear.

Ryan: (pointing at the Comic Book Club flyer) Who's this guy?
Seth: That's me with powers. The power to be handsome. What do you think?
Ryan: I think this may have something to do with the whole outcast thing.

Zach: Hey, I'm here for the comic book club.
Seth: You are?
Ryan: You are?
Zach: Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
Seth: Um... because you're on the water polo team?
Zach: What's that supposed to mean?

Seth: Dude, I love that guy.
Ryan: You're not the only one. (points to Summer kissing Zach)
Seth: No. She cannot be dating him. That's not even possible. How is that possible?
Ryan: A second ago you wanted to date him.

Marissa: Come on, I can't wait for you to see the rest of the house. And the look on my mom's face when she sees you in it.

Ryan: If I hadn't left, then you guys would have still be together.
Summer: That is not true. He would find some Cohen-y way to break us up. He can't help it. He's Cohen.

Seth: I will bring those walls down with one single grand gesture!
Ryan: No! No grand gestures!

Sandy: Have dinner with us, instead. I won't cook, I promise. Although if Kirsten's mad enough at you, she might.

Marissa: Friends? Ryan, we're not friends. We were never just friends.
Ryan: I guess that was the problem then. See ya.