The Heights

Kirsten: You know, I ask you questions in the hopes of illiciting an actual response.
Seth: I feel I convey more with a look.
Kirsten: You look adorable.
Seth: No.
Kirsten: Cute? Dope? Rad?
Seth: Please! Please! This is so painful.

Kirsten: Doesn’t Seth look rad?
Sandy: Oh, you do look rad. Mad props, son.

Seth: How do you do that, by the way? How do you convey everything with just a look? {Ryan gives him a look.} And again!

Kirsten: How are you doing? Nervous?
Ryan: Why would I be nervous?
Seth: Because we’re going to school with like, 300 Lukes, minus the redeeming social qualities.

Jimmy: Okay, so new oven. Haven’t quite figured out how to make French toast.
Summer: “Not in the oven” would be a good place to start.

Seth: Yeah, that’s the mantra every year, and every year some big water polo player ends up peeing in one of my shoes… Nah, I’m just kidding. He pees in both.

Seth: The Master Race, it’s been perfected, Ryan. And they all go to our school.

Seth: So, Summer. If you would care to join me for lunch today I can arrange to have an empty chair available.
Summer: There’s nothing but empty chairs at your table.
Anna Stern (Samaire Armstrong): Seth Cohen?
Seth: Anna! Hey, how’re you doing?
Summer: Um, excuse me. We were talking here.
Anna: Oh, so insulting him counts as conversation?
Seth: Yeah, well, if it doesn’t we’ve never spoken.

Anna: Seth, what are you doing? I thought you got past this Summer thing at Cotillion.
Seth: Right. And I know, Anna, that it seems like not a lot of progress has been made, but I have to tell you— Yeah, not that much progress has been made.

Sandy: You’re brave to face the preppy little savages. And I mean the teachers.

Ryan: Everybody’s got something, except me.
Sandy: Well you’ve got Seth.
Ryan: Seth’s got his women.
Sandy: Seth Cohen? Ryan nods. Okay, so… Really?

Luke: Hey, Mr. Cooper.
Jimmy: Luke.
Luke: Yeah, So is this your new place? Looks great.
Jimmy: Not buying it, Luke.
Luke: Right.

Seth: Anna just sailed to Tahiti.
Summer: Sailing is like so not the fastest way to get anywhere.

Luke: We need to talk, Marissa.
Marissa: Believe me, you do not want to hear what I have to say.
Luke: Yes I do.
Marissa: No. All you want is for me to tell you that everything’s okay now. But I can’t. It’s not.
Luke: I know— I know. And I’m so sorry.
Marissa: I don’t care! I don’t care how you feel or what you’re going through. Because you sure as hell didn’t care about me.
Luke: That’s not true.
Marissa: I slept with you. And then you went and slept with one of my best friends. I waited for you and you lied to me. You humiliated me.

Sandy: Let’s forget about suspension. We are always one mistake away from… from someone taking you from us.

Sandy: You know, Seth was never really big on organized sports. I’d love to see you play. Go to some of your games.

Sandy: You know, I’ve been pissing you off for years. Why stop now.

Anna: Seth doesn’t understand the whole “hard to get” strategy.
Ryan: That’s because he’s not.

Seth: Hey Summer. What’s going on?
Summer: Coop’s stuck on the Ferris wheel. And I was looking for someone to go on the Tilt-a-whirl with me.
Seth: I’ll go on it with you.
Summer: Okay. I might vomit.
Seth: I like those odds.