Seth: Take a good look around. Everything's about to change.
Summer: Actually, I have a surprise! Look: the floor plan to our apartment in Providence.
Seth: Hey: big screen TV, La-Z-boys, hotplate. Looks exactly like here.
Summer: Mmm?
Seth: Awesome! Do you think our TiVO will keep its memory if we pack it?
Summer: I don't know. I should call the helpline right now.

Seth: Take a look around, man. In a few weeks, you're gonna have all these new faces to punch.
Ryan: Aw, you gettin' nostalgic on me?

Seth: We could have turned this into a body-swap comedy, we could have squeezed another year or two out of this.

Seth: You may find this hard to believe, Ryan... but when I was younger, I used to be a bit of a worrier.
Ryan: You don't say
Seth: To distract myself from worrying, I would sometimes make lists. It didn't matter what the lists were of, it could be anything. Every cereal I've ever eaten, or the names of every planet mentioned in Star Wars. Whatever."
Ryan: You wanna make a list, Seth?
Seth: Oh, yeah. Whatever. Sure, if you want to. We could start with everyone you've punched in the face...since moving to Newport. First would be Luke at Holly's beach house
Ryan: Yeah, & number two would be Luke.
Seth: Right, at the diner.
Ryan: Yeah, & again at the model home.
Seth: What about Holly's dad at the cotilion?
Ryan: That was more of a tackle
Seth: Which takes us back to Luke
Ryan: Yeah. TJ.

Summer: Hey, uh, Che, this is my boyfriend Seth. Seth, this is Che.
Che: Summer, you have a twin flame? [to Seth] I wish I knew you were coming to town. I would have made you a bracelet!
Seth: Oh, hey. Where I come from, we just say "hey.".
Che: Well, to borrow your native tongue... "hey."

Summer (pointing at the frontpage of the Orange County Chronicle) :Did you see this about earthquake weather? You know, it's exactly this kind of voodoo science that let's politicians deny global warming.
Taylor: Oh my God, I know and how many times have they predicted the big one and it never happens. Almost makes you wish that it would.

Summer (to Sandy): Just go with it, it's Taylor.

Summer [to Taylor]: OK, so you want to get Ryan to tell you that he wants you to go to Berkeley without knowing that you already got into Berkeley?
Taylor: Exactly.
Summer: And how are you going to do that?
Taylor: Easy, I just need to get him to tell me that he loves me.
Summer: Mhmm, Ryan talking about his feelings, now that would be an earth-shattering event.

Summer: Just remember, this isn't goodbye. You're my destiny, Cohen.
Seth: Go save the world, Summer Roberts.

Summer: Look, I know you've never had a birthday party before, let alone ever been to one -- but usually people get presents for their birthday. So will you please tell me what you want?
Taylor: [sighs] Okay, honestly? I want Ryan to ask me to go with him to Berkeley next year.
Summer: Okay, I was thinking more along the lines of a cute top...

Summer: Taylor, whats wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost.
Taylor: Can you keep a secret? Like, a really big secret? Like, a huge secret?
Summer: Yeah...
Taylor: I think you might be pregnant.

Summer: Ugh. Che, just shut up, okay, before I tie you up with hemp rope, set you on fire and get high off of the fumes from your burning flesh.
Che: Dark.

Summer: We need to do something. We gotta go.
Seth: Go? Go where?
Summer: The soup kitchen, we're gonna feed the homeless.
Seth: Do we have to? We're already feeding Ryan and he was homeless once.

Summer: What happened with Ryan?
Taylor: [sighs] I tried, Summer. I really did. The moment was upon us, we were staring into each other's eyes, and... and he just didn't say it! Ugh. Sometimes I just wanna grab him and tie him to a chair and shoot him full of sodium pentothal and see what spills out.

Summer: [Seeing the front page of a newspaper] Did you see this about earthquake weather? You know, it's exactly this kind of voodoo science that lets politicians deny global warming [hands paper to Taylor]
Taylor: Oh, my God, I know. And how many times have they predicted "the big one" and it never happens. Almost makes you wish that it would.