Ryan: Is this about Alex?
Seth: Ah, no no. She’s merely kitchen table fodder at this point. She’s no longer up to pool house standard.
Ryan: Look, I’m not the biggest fan of your dad—no offense—but I mean Luke Skywalker was happy to have a dad, even if it was Darth Vader.
Kirsten: You’re right, she needs a dad.
Alex: Who knew you Harbor girls could throw down.
Marissa: Yeah, well, I’m not like the other girls.
Alex: Well, then I guess it’s about time I show you the meth lab in the basement.
Marissa: I thought you’d never ask.
Sandy: I can see how that might salt your game.
Rebecca (Kim Delaney): “Salt my game”? Is that how they talk in Orange County?
Sandy: Stick around, you’ll be saying “rad” in no time.
Ryan: Alright, look. Luke Skywalker was happy to find his dad, right? Even if he turned out to be Darth Vader.
Lindsay: Ryan, Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader fought each other with light sabers until one of them died.
Ryan: When you put it that way—
Lindsay: Look, just don’t worry about my family. Or… our family. Whatever they are. Just let it be, okay?
Caleb: You know that… Yogalates or… Cardiobar… or whatever it is you’ve been up to are working wonders on your figure. And that top, it’s so… fetching.
Summer: Oh, I will compromise your vision. Do not forget about my rage-blackouts!
Seth: Oh I have not. In fact it’s part of your super powers.
Zach: And Cohen, you gotta nail Summer!
Seth: What?!
Summer: Excuse me?
Kirsten: Well didn’t you use that Luke Skywalker/Darth Vader analogy?
Ryan: She poked a serious hole in that analogy.
Sandy: Yeah, while I’m harboring a fugitive I’ll go score some pot on the street.
Summer: Okay, let’s be more professional! Less drooling, more drawing. And don’t give me any junk in the trunk, either.
Seth: Okay, the way you’re holding the pencil, you’re choking it.
Summer: I am not! This pencil can breathe on its own!
Kirsten after Caleb’s heart attack: That’s the last time I try cooking.