Alex: Who knew you Harbor girls could throw down.
Marissa: Yeah, well, I’m not like the other girls.
Alex: Well, then I guess it’s about time I show you the meth lab in the basement.
Marissa: I thought you’d never ask.
Ryan: Alright, look. Luke Skywalker was happy to find his dad, right? Even if he turned out to be Darth Vader.
Lindsay: Ryan, Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader fought each other with light sabers until one of them died.
Ryan: When you put it that way—
Lindsay: Look, just don’t worry about my family. Or… our family. Whatever they are. Just let it be, okay?
Caleb: You know that… Yogalates or… Cardiobar… or whatever it is you’ve been up to are working wonders on your figure. And that top, it’s so… fetching.
Sandy: Yeah, while I’m harboring a fugitive I’ll go score some pot on the street.
Summer: Okay, let’s be more professional! Less drooling, more drawing. And don’t give me any junk in the trunk, either.
Kirsten after Caleb’s heart attack: That’s the last time I try cooking.