Summer: Nightmares, huh? You know at first I thought you were just a sweaty sleeper. I didn’t want to say anything, but— Marissa: Because I thought if I slept with you they’d go away. Summer: You talk to Ryan about it? Marissa: I try. I mean you know how he is. Summer: Yeah, not much […]
Seth as Marissa disappears into Newport Union: And that was the last they ever saw of her. Seth: Here you go, my little social chair maven. Summer: You know I always thought that social chair was a ceremonial position. Like Rose Bowl Queen or President. Seth: Are you sure this is detention? It’s got more […]
Mr. Rosso: There’s two ways you can look at anything in this life. Take my job for instance. I could get up every morning and go “I don’t wanna go and help a bunch of kids. I’m tired.” But I don’t. I get up, and put on my shirt and my tie and I say, “Hot dog! Lemme at ’em.”
Ken: Do you actually say the words “hot dog”? […]