The O.C. quotes
413 total quotesSandy: I can see how that might salt your game.
Rebecca: "Salt my game"? Is that how they talk in Orange County?
Sandy: Stick around, you'll be saying "rad" in no time.
Rebecca: "Salt my game"? Is that how they talk in Orange County?
Sandy: Stick around, you'll be saying "rad" in no time.
Sandy: I feel like we've become like strangers.
Kirsten: Well, I was taught never to talk to strangers.
Kirsten: Well, I was taught never to talk to strangers.
Sandy: I gotta be at the OC airport in half an hour. I'm heading up to Portland.
Caleb: To see Seth.
Sandy: Yeah.
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 kinda strange.
Sandy: And this coming from a guy who is one click away from wearing a wig and a fake moustache.
Caleb: To see Seth.
Sandy: Yeah.
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 kinda strange.
Sandy: And this coming from a guy who is one click away from wearing a wig and a fake moustache.
Sandy: I've had so many clandestine meetings lately I feel like I'm in an Oliver Stone movie.
Sandy: Joan, tell me you didn't order those napkin rings? This is not a mob wedding.
Sandy: Julie, you scared me. More than usual.
Julie: Always a pleasure, Sanford.
Sandy: Only Caleb gets to call me Sanford because he won't not.
Julie: Always a pleasure, Sanford.
Sandy: Only Caleb gets to call me Sanford because he won't not.
Sandy: Look at you, Ma. With a cell phone.
The Nana: I'm very hip.
Sandy: I guess so.
The Nana: I just can't read the buttons.
The Nana: I'm very hip.
Sandy: I guess so.
The Nana: I just can't read the buttons.
Sandy: Okay, folks, here's a beautiful Erté-esque statue. Yes, indeed. Very fetching. What do we start the bidding at? $75. I guess it's very "esque"... more "esque" than Erté.
Sandy: Seth Ezekiel! Kitchen, now! And bring Mr. History of Agriculture with you.
Sandy: She's agreed to supervised visitation. 20 minutes, max.
Caleb: She's my daughter. I don't need to be supervised.
Sandy: No, I'm supervising her. I'm afraid she might kill you.
Caleb: She's my daughter. I don't need to be supervised.
Sandy: No, I'm supervising her. I'm afraid she might kill you.
Sandy: So... a charity event where the donors keep half the profits and a yard sale with no yard. Hm. So that's how they do it in the OC.
Sandy: Sometimes the best thing is for a kid to have some space.
Kirsten: The Pacific Ocean? That's not enough space?
Kirsten: The Pacific Ocean? That's not enough space?
Sandy: The FBI was here.
Kirsten: Well, it wouldn't be the Cohen house if there wasn't a visit from someone in law enforcement.
Kirsten: Well, it wouldn't be the Cohen house if there wasn't a visit from someone in law enforcement.
Sandy: There are days that I think Kirsten and me are bulletproof. I don't wanna test that theory.