Seth: Think we should stick together? Kinda two-by-two like Noah did? He’s very wise, Ryan. He had a beard.
Sandy: I feel like we’ve become like strangers.
Kirsten: Well, I was taught never to talk to strangers.
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.
Seth: Spiderman is really the only protective headgear I own.
Summer: Well, it’s too bad you weren’t wearing protective headgear when you were dropped on your head as a child.
Seth: Oh, zing!
Ryan about Lindsay’s ranking system: So I come in right below pizza. That’s good to know.
Lindsay: Yeah, well. A girl’s gotta eat.
Kirsten: Well, my husband is currently transporting a fugitive who used to be his girlfriend.
Julie to Kirsten: I’ll see your fugitive former flame and raise you a lesbian daughter.
Kirsten: Marissa? Well I’m sure it’s just a phase.
Julie: It was for me.
Seth: Unless I can think of one last grand romantic gesture, Summer’s gone.
Ryan: Wow. You know, I remember when I first heard about Summer. We were sailing and you said you named your boat after her. Which I thought was a little weird considering you never actually talked to her.
Seth: Eureka, Ryan! I can’t believe I just said Eureka. That’s it!
Ryan: What’s it?
Seth: The way to win her back. The grand romantic gesture that’s gonna put Zachary’s Euro-Trip to shame. I shall take her on a sailing adventure aboard the Summer Breeze.
Ryan: Except you sold the boat for bus fare.
Seth: I did. Dammit. Eureka, Ryan! I shall buy back the Summer Breeze! Yes.
Ryan: Uh huh. Except with what money?
Seth: Okay, if I wanted my parade rained on, I would just step outside. Let me ask you, man. Do you like the shape of the idea, even.
Ryan: Definitely.
Seth: Okay great. So all I need is money. Hang on. Yes, got the answer. But before I say Eureka again, do you see any other potential flaws or holes in my plan?
Ryan: No.
Seth: Then Eureka, Ryan! Eu-friggin-reka!
Summer: I don’t want the Italians to think I have bad style. I’m representing America.
Zach: Well, that’s very patriotic of you.
Seth: I appreciate you selling me my boat back. When I sold it I was in desperate straits. Low blood sugar, no snacks.
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.
Seth: Marissa and Alex: no longer welcome in the Red States.
Ryan: That I wouldn’t have predicted. Think it’s real?
Seth: God, I hope so.
Kirsten: Lindsay, no matter what happens, you’ll always be a part of the family.
Caleb: I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Nurse: Okay, we have a match. Caleb Nichol is the father of Lindsay Wheeler Gardner.
Seth on voicemail: Hey, it’s me. Look, perhaps you’re screening…. Perhaps you’re being screened by security.
Summer: I can’t go. I can’t do this.
Zach: Truth be told, I didn’t think you’d make it past security.
Summer: I’m really sorry.
Zach: You can’t fight fate.
Kirsten: You took the bus.
Sandy: I told you, nothing could keep me away from you.
Kirsten: Is it over?
Sandy: I can promise you it never started.