(As Summer and Taylor discuss a flare gun)
Summer: It is stupid, and dangerous, and (crash) ... oh my God. Go 187 on that zombie's ass.

(While Ryan drags a drunk Taylor to her bedroom)
Taylor: I don't understand how you're not drunk?
Ryan: Oh, it's the Atwood genes, we're built to withstand massive quantities of alcohol.

Bullet: [watching his golf ball soar through the air] Well, look at that. Shiite Muslim.

Che: Come on, man, you can't lie to me. I can see your aura.

Che: Seth, you put something out into the universe and you didn't get it back. I mean, I can't imagine what a blow that must have been to your male animus. You've been emasculated.
Seth: My masculinity is intact.

Dr. Roberts: I've gotta go. There's a man who's been impaled by what appears to be a unicorn.
Seth: [whispering in amazement] Unicorns.
Dr. Roberts: But our conversation is going to continue. We'll talk about this on my rounds tomorrow. [leaves]
Seth: So does this mean I have your blessing? [door closes] They do exist.

Gary: Best earthquake ever.

Henri-Michel: Je t'aime, Peaches.
Taylor: Oh, no, no, Henri, you don't have to say that.
Henri-Michel: But I love to say that. Because it is the truth! I will say it a thousand times if you like.
Taylor: Wow. That's, uh... okay, yeah. Say it a thousand times.
Henri-Michel: I love you un, I love you deux, I love you trois...

Kaitlin: Well, don't worry. We'll find you another old dude to pay for all your stuff and cheat on you.
Julie: Is that what I'm teaching you?
Kaitlin: Pretty much.

Kaitlin: You should invest in my mother's business.
Bullet: Or what? You gonna tell everyone what a meany ol' Bullet is and I'm gonna have to sit alone at lunch?! Oh boo hoo hoo hoo.

Kirsten: I couldn't help but notice that you wanted to talk to Seth.
Ryan: Oh, did I?
Kirsten: Well, since he's out of town and he's gonna be moving out next semester, you're gonna need a new Seth. Don't tell Sandy, but I thought I would audition for the job.
Ryan: Oh. Uh, yeah, well, that's... very thoughtful.
Kirsten: So... how does it work? Do I ask you what's on your mind, or...?
Ryan: Uh, usually you talk about yourself and I solve my problems on my own.

Kirsten: You're making crepes?
Ryan: Yeah. Taylor sent Kaitlin a griddle from France.
Kaitlin: With a super-long note about how I need to broaden my breakfast horizons. She's 6,000 miles away and still annoying.

Ryan: You might wanna relax.
Taylor: Distract me. Tell me more about this, uh, cage fighting. It's been something I've been meaning to get into.
Ryan: Yeah? Ask me another favor and I'll me happy to show you.
Taylor: Ooh! Ryan Atwood with a side of sauce! I like it! You're gonna have to do better, though, 'cause all I can think about is him, my husband, [gets a little breathless]... his arms, his smell... making love in the barn in Burgundy...
Ryan: Sounds like the perfect guy. Why would you want a divorce?
Taylor: Well despite being agnostic in most things, I do believe in true love and this was not it... Well, back to you and your life. What is your favorite fruit?
Ryan: [chuckles] Peaches.
Taylor: He used to say my breasts were like two, soft...

Ryan: How do you keep doing that?
Taylor: Doing what?
Ryan: That. You keep telling me what I'm thinking before I feel it.
Taylor: Because I think about you, Ryan. I want you to be happy. And I think if you give it a chance, you might feel something, too.
Ryan: Taylor...
Taylor: [makes a face] Are you going to tell me you really like me as a friend?
Ryan: ...Maybe.
[Taylor gasps, turns and leaves.]
Ryan: [awestruck] How does she do that?

Ryan: I keep imagining her on roller skates and with a big bucket of soapy water.
Seth: Dude, that is so pedestrian. A sudsy girl? Your fantasies are so... average.
Ryan: Doesn't mean it's not hot.
Seth: I guess they call them classics for a reason.