The O.C. Season 4

The Avengers


Kim Oja  Michael Nouri  Willa Holland

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Julie: Hey Kaitlin! Why aren’t you in school?
Kaitlin (Willa Holland): ‘Cause it’s 8 o’clock at night. And a Saturday.

Seth: So, Friday morning. A little check-in before the weekend. I’m still here, kickin’ the Newport-style. I can’t believe I just said that. But, uh, yeah. Things are good. Ryan’s decision to defer college seems to be working out well. He’s got a new place, new job, making some new friends. Sandy Cohen is doing what he does best. Fighting the man. Sticking up for the little guy. Big news: the other day I went roast beef, he went turkey. Roast beef wasn’t as rare as I like, but he’s really turned me on to the spicy mustard. My mom, she’s more of a honey mustard gal. Which I discovered the other day when she invited me to join her for a Newpsie luncheon. They’re actually not that bad if you take the time to get to know them. And that Taryn? One of the great dry wits. Although she’s not a fan of tuna. But do you know who is? Me and your dad have really bonded. Been a lot of that, me and adults bonding. Although I do see Kaitlin from time to time. You’ll never guess who she’s befriended. Brad and Eric Ward, Luke’s twin brothers. They seem to be a chip right off Luke’s block. Taylor sent me some pics from Paris. Did you get ’em too? Her email was in French so I’m not quite sure what it said. Maybe your French is better than mine. Anyway, it was good to catch up. Only a couple more months ’til I’m at RISD and we’re togeth— voicemail cuts off

Taryn (Kim Oja): …And I said, “Honey, that is not toothpaste.”

Seth: I’m sorry, maybe I didn’t understand you correctly. Did you seriously just ask if there was a comic book based on The X-Men movie?

Neil (Michael Nouri): Julie, what on God’s formerly green Earth are you doing?

Seth: Aren’t you going to invite me in? So the utility closet is the new pool house. Things change. It’s the Seth-Ryan Time that counts.

Summer answering her cell phone: Hello?
Taylor: Bonjour!
Summer: Taylor? Oh my god.
Taylor: I think you mean, “mon dieu”, Summer. Yes, c’est moi.
Summer: How’s Paris?
Taylor: Incroyable. You know, being an ex-pat totally suits me. Except that I miss you. You can only parlez so much français until you start to get a little nostalgic for the motherland.

Seth: A table set for four actually feels kind of weird.
Sandy: Well things have been a little weird around here lately. Tonight might not be any different. We shouldn’t be expecting any miracles.
Seth: No zippy one-liners.
Kirsten: Not a lot of smiles.
Sandy: Few grunts. Occasional shrug.
Seth: Yeah, it’ll be just like old times.
Sandy: And I’m looking forward to it.

Sandy: Ryan, it’s Sandy again. The microwave still works if you feel like dropping by. And even if you don’t, please call, huh? Let us know you’re okay.
Kirsten: Should we call the police? Hospitals?
Seth: No, mom, He’s fine. Well he’s not, you know, fine, but he’s not coming.
Kirsten: Well even if he didn’t want to come, Ryan would have called. Ryan always calls.

Neil: Julie! My god! Are you all right? What happened? Is there an earthquake I didn’t feel?
Julie: No. Help me. I was just trying to rearrange some furniture. I got some very helpful tips from HGTV.
Neil: Oh great. They suggested that you try to move a built-in?
Julie: I didn’t know it was a built-in.
Neil: Well it’s not anymore.

Julie: I have no feeling in my extremities.
Neil: I’m sure you have a pill for that.
Julie: Back off, Neil. I was almost just killed by your heinous furniture.

Seth: I’m not going to go anywhere until you come with me.
Ryan: Yeah? What are you gonna do, you gonna fight me?
Seth: Well, seeing as how I don’t fight back— Ryan shoves Seth
Ryan: Just don’t anymore, okay?

Summer: I don’t do sarcasm anymore. I’m post-ironic.
Seth: You mean earnest?

Taylor: Oh my god. Summer.
Summer: I just talked to you. You were in France.
Taylor: And you were in Rhode Island. It’s amazing the way this world works.

Ryan: What’s this?
Julie: It’s why I needed to see you. You see, after it happened I hired a private investigator to find out where he went. Volchok. And now I know. All the information is in this file. I’m not giving it to the cops. Jail’s too good for him. I’m giving it to you. You’re the only person who can understand how I feel. And you can do with it—with him—what you want.
Ryan: I don’t want it.
Julie: What?
Ryan: I don’t care about him, I don’t care about any of it and I don’t want to start.
Julie: That’s… that’s a lie, Ryan. That’s… I know you. Even if you didn’t come to her funeral or never visit her grave, you still care. Ryan leaves without a word.

Seth: You know I don’t usually refer to myself as a genius, but I may have to make an exception.

Ryan: Summer.
Summer: Hey Atwood.
Ryan: So you came here to talk.
Summer: You’re not talking. I got it. It’s great to see you too. I really like what you’ve done with your whole face. So I’m gonna need you to come with me now.
Ryan: Can’t do it. Gotta work.
Summer: Right. Running that germy rag across those filthy tables is really important stuff. Look I just flew 3,000 miles—
Ryan: I didn’t ask you to.
Summer: No. Seth did. He’s worried about you. So are the Cohens. I know you think that you’re protecting them but you’re not. You’re just hurting them. Besides, Seth keeps leaving me these endless, whiny messages that are totally clogging up my voicemail. Ryan, c’mon, take a deep breath. Just let me do what I do best.
Ryan: Which is what?
Summer: Giving orders. Just do what I say, Atwood. One last time.

Sandy to Ryan about the slideshow: You don’t have to talk. You don’t even have to listen.
Kirsten: All you have to do is watch.

Seth: You may never save the planet but you did save us, so this is our story.

Seth: One day the litigator brought his work home with him, only this day his work looked like a young Russell Crowe.

Sandy: Thanks for taking the time. Letting us make fools of ourselves. Meant a lot to Seth. And to Kirsten. Not so much to me. I’m no softie.
Ryan: No.
Sandy: You should probably get goin’. You’re late.
Ryan: Hope they don’t fire me.
Sandy: I bet they got great benefits, huh. Good dental. The accommodations…
Ryan: Yeah… uh… actually, about that, I… if I, you know, ever wanted to, you know, once in awhile, the pool house is probably filled with boxes, right?
Sandy: It’s exactly the way you left it. Little too empty, if you ask me.
Ryan: It wouldn’t take me too long to pack.
Sandy: Kirsten’s got some leftovers from last night.
Ryan: Thanks. Thank you.
Sandy: You know at the risk of saying too much, being there with her when it happened… You’re never going to get over it, but you’ll get used to it. Just let yourself feel what you need to feel, even if it hurts.
Ryan: One step at a time, okay?
Sandy: Okay. I’m going to shut up now.

Ryan: See you at home.

Julie and Ryan meet at Marissa’s grave
Julie: I was wondering when you’d finally come here.
Ryan: Thanks for meeting me.
Julie: I’m here every day.