The Distance
Summer: The more time I spend with Zach, the less time I think about goddamn what’s-his-face, built like a beanpole, curly hair, runs away like a little bitch on a sailboat, leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend, who cried and cried over him until the Fourth of July when she realized she doesn’t cry over bitches on boats.
Marissa: Seth. His name its Seth.
The Way We Were
Summer: Did you spike your latte?
Marissa: It’s been a weird day.
Summer: Marissa, we’re at school.
Marissa: Yeah. Exactly.
Marissa: Come on, I can’t wait for you to see the rest of the house. And my mom’s face when she sees you in it.
Ryan: I’m sorry, for right now we should just be friends.
Marissa: Friends? Ryan, we’re not friends. We were never just friends.
Ryan: I guess that was the problem then. See ya.
The New Kid on the Block
Marissa: So then you’re not over Seth.
Summer: Oh I am. I’ve divested myself of all Seth’s material possessions. I’m vibrating, Coop, at an extremely Cohen-less frequency.
Marissa: How’d you get in here?
Seth: I took a left at the grotto, and I hopped the funicular and the dumbwaiter.
The New Era
DJ: So, what, are we friends now?
Marissa: Judging by this conversation, probably not. But I’d really like to try and be something.
Marissa: You have a date tonight too?
Ryan: Yeah, it’s not a date. It’s more of a group hang.
The SnO.C.
Seth: Hey, need a hand with something?
Marissa: Sure.
Seth: Alright. Ryan, be a gentleman. I’ve got class.
Marissa: I already told you, the Winter Ball is not his type of thing.
Ryan: Did he decide that or did you?
The Chrismukkah That Almost Wasn’t
Marissa: This sucks. Last year the holidays were so much fun.
Summer: Yeah. I got rejected by Cohen in a Wonderwoman costume and you got caught shoplifting.
Marissa: It was memorable though.
Summer: I guess it was.
The Family Ties
Julie to Jimmy: You see what you’re leaving me with? You see how screwed up she is?
Marissa: Of course I’m screwed up. I’m the daughter of a thief and a slut.
Marissa: I brought bagels.
Sandy: Well that’s the secret password in the Cohen household.
The Power of Love
Julie: So listen, Riviera Magazine wants to do a big photospread on us. Now I think it’s a great opportunity for us to demonstrate the resilience and strength of this family. It’s wonderful exposure.
Marissa: Any chance to expose yourself, huh?
Julie: Promise you’ll be here, you’ll wear something Marc Jacobs and you won’t be off with your boyfriend.
Marissa: What happens with Seth and Alex has nothing to do with you and Zach.
Summer: I know. But I always thought that I would have sex first and that Cohen would catch syphilis in a public toilet.
Marissa: Who’s Kofi Annan?
Summer: Some guy Zach’s mom knows. I think he works for United Airlines.
The Ex-Factor
Ryan: Look, I don’t know, I… I… I guess I was hoping this could be easy. For you and me to stay friends. For you and Lindsay to be friends.
Marissa: And have us all live happily ever after?
Ryan: Yeah, something like that.
Marissa: I know, it seems like a million years ago we dated, but it wasn’t.
Ryan: I know that.
Marissa: And okay, maybe you’re over it. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything to you anymore. Maybe it never did. But it meant a lot
to me. You meant a lot to me. Still do.
Ryan: It’s not like that, I don’t know what it’s like. And thinking you and Lindsay should be friends was a bad idea.
Marissa: Why? I like her. And if you do the math, she’s my stepsister, so…
Ryan: I guess…
Marissa: Clearly, it’s going to be strange for us for a while.
Ryan: Yeah, I know, you’re right. I’m sorry. And that’s what I came here to say.
Marissa: I’m sorry, too.
The Accomplice
Marissa: What are you doing here?
Caleb: You’re not at school.
Marissa: Yeah, well you’re not at work.
Marissa: You’re not my father, Cal. You know what, if you want to be a parent go over to Lindsay’s house and try to ruin hers.
Marissa: You’re not my father, Cal. You know what, if you want to be a parent go over to Lindsay’s house and try to ruin her [life].
The Second Chance
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.
The Lonely Hearts Club
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The Test
The Rainy Day Women
Julie: That’s very punk of you. You know, I used to like the punk in my day.
Marissa: Mom!
Julie: Okay, Marissa. It still is my day. I was just being modest.
Julie: Look, Marissa, I’ll admit it. I experimented a bit when I was your age. Albeit it involved a little Motley Crue and a lot of Jager.
Marissa: Woah, Mom. Way too much information.
The Mallpisode
The Blaze of Glory
Marissa: That’s a good idea. Thanks.
Seth: Don’t mention it… especially not to Summer.
Marissa: Hey. I thought you weren’t coming.
Ryan: Captain Oats was rather concerned that he wouldn’t be represented.
Marissa: You guys stop it, okay? Cut it out. the pep squad stops… pepping Oh, no, not you guys. You guys are great. Go Harbor.
The Brothers Grim
Marissa: That looks really adorable on you.
Ryan: Really? I thought ugly hats were your thing.
The Risky Business
Marissa: It won’t be awkward, right?
Ryan awkward: Is this awkward?
Marissa: No, not at all.
Ryan rushing off: Great see you tonight.
The Rager
Marissa: Nice bean bag.
Trey: Yeah. It’s kind of a stupid first thing to buy, but I’ve always wanted one.
Ryan: Why are you doing all this? Going over to see him, wanting to throw him a birthday party?
Marissa: He’s your brother.
Ryan: Exactly. He’s my brother. And if everyone had just let me handle it from the beginning then none of this would have happened.
Marissa: Afraid someone’s gonna steal your beanbag?
Trey: Yeah, actually.
Ryan: You won’t get into trouble for this, right?
Marissa: Yeah. It’s not like I’m throwing a rager.
Ryan: I think your mom would understand, don’t you think? If she came home right now.
Marissa: Oh definitely. I mean, she did say Trey could have a beer.
Ryan: You’ve been amazing.
Marissa: I know what it’s like to have someone who believes in you when no one else does.
The O.C. Confidential
Julie: All I’m asking is that we not mention any lesbian dalliances or bodies in the pool. Okay?
Marissa: Maybe I should stay with Summer tonight. I mean, that way you don’t have to worry about me slipping up with Caleb and you can make all the “personal sacrifices” you want.
Marissa: Don’t mind my friend. She’s really, really stoned.
Summer: Totally. Very, very high. Isn’t this place, like, so visual?
Marissa: So do you wanna go sit down?
Jessica: Can’t. Looking for a friend.
Marissa: The kind who could hook me up?
Jessica: Actually he lost his stash last weekend. But he’s taking orders for tomorrow night. You want in?
Marissa: Definitely.
Jessica: Water Polo is throwing a party. We can meet up there. Here’s the address. Cash only.
Marissa: No problem.
Jessica to Summer: How ’bout you?
Summer: Hm? Oh no, strictly ganga. What’s from the Earth is of the greatest worth.
Marissa as Jessica walks away: I’m gonna kill you.
Summer: I hope you know what you’re doing.
The Return of the Nana
Marissa: Yeah, well, I thought I was All-Newport, but clearly you’re in a league of your own.
The Showdown
The O.Sea
Summer: You guys are going to the prom together, right?
Marissa: I wouldn’t count on it.
Summer about Ryan: Coop, did I miss something? ‘Cause for like a blip you guys actually seemed happy.
Marissa: It’s complicated.
Summer: Well, it’s you and Ryan. It’s supposed to be.
Marissa: So, everyone’s saying you’re going to be voted prom queen. Isn’t that like your fifth grade dream coming true?
Summer: No. My dream involved an actual date. A hot guy in a tux with a carnation pinned in his lapel. Instead I’m drawing straws between Nerd Boy and Ass Clown.
Summer: Where’s Ryan?
Marissa: He couldn’t make it. He’s sick.
Summer: Sick? Too sick to take you to prom? He better be really sick. Like dead. ’Cause if he isn’t I’m gonna strangle him with his own wife beater.
Ryan: Sorry I missed prom.
Marissa: You’re just in time.
Ryan: Sorry I missed prom.
Marissa: You’re just in time.
The Dearly Beloved
Julie: All my black dresses look like they should be accessorized with a broomstick. Do you have anything I could borrow?
Marissa: It’s a funeral mom, not a fashion show. {pause} Sorry. Look, let me see what I’ve got.
Julie: Wait. I can do it.
Marissa: No. You’ve been through more than enough. I didn’t mean to be a bitch.
Julie: Apples and trees. You are my daughter.
Marissa: Which means I must have something that will look great on you.
Seth: Okay, I’ve officially talked to every pillar of the community. I’m sick of pillars.
Ryan: At least you don’t have everyone asking if you’re the guy that burned down Caleb’s model home and caused him to have his first heart attack.
Marissa: Yeah, well everyone’s looking at me like I’m the grieving step-daughter. I don’t think the guy could stand me.
Summer: One girl, two brothers. It’s all a little Legends of the Fall.
Marissa: Hm. I never saw that one.
Marissa: Hey, what’s going on?
Seth: Well, we’re on our way to Trey’s, but you’re closer. Maybe you can stop him.
Marissa: What are you talking about?
Seth: Ryan knows.