The Way We Were

Seth: We cannot go.
Ryan: We can’t not go.
Seth: We can so not go.

Ryan: I’m gonna brood. Silently. Over here.

Seth: So you’re just gonna walk up to her in front of the entire student body and be all, “Hey.” And
just hope she “heys” you back?
Ryan: Yeah, we’re not going to school.

Kirsten: Sandy?
Sandy: Honey, I’m in mid-shmear.

Ryan pointing at the Comic Book Club flyer: Who’s this guy?
Seth: That’s me with powers. The power to be handsome. What do you think?
Ryan: I think this may have something to do with the whole outcast thing.

Seth passing out flyers: Hey guys. Comic Book League. Check it out. We’re gonna be getting into the issues. The stuff that matters. You know what I mean? Today’s topic: capes. Fey, or really cool?

Summer: Did you spike your latte?
Marissa: It’s been a weird day.
Summer: Marissa, we’re at school.
Marissa: Yeah. Exactly.

Sandy: Since when is scotch part of a nutritious brunch?
Caleb: Since the DA’s office finally decided they had enough to indict me.

Seth: Ryan would you please take the minutes?
Ryan: Seth it’s just us.
Seth: Yeah, uh huh. write that down. I now call to order this year’s first Harbor School Comic Book League meeting. Members include Seth Cohen, present. Ryan Atwood.
Ryan: Uh Seth, it’s just—
Seth: Ryan Atwood?
Ryan: Present. Seth, it’s just you and me, can we maybe do this at home?
Seth: Yeah, we could, but then wouldn’t get our pictures in the yearbook.
Ryan: That might not be such a bad thing.
Seth: Yeah, maybe you couldn’t undermine me in front of the league. What about that?
Zach Stevens: Hey, I’m here for the comic book club.
Seth: You are?
Ryan: You are?
Zach: Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?
Seth: Um… because you’re on the water polo team?
Zach: What’s that supposed to mean?

Seth: Dude, I love that guy.
Ryan: Woah. You’re not the only one. {they see Summer kissing Zach}
Seth: No. She cannot be dating him. That’s not even possible. How is that possible?
Ryan: A second ago you wanted to date him.

Marissa: Come on, I can’t wait for you to see the rest of the house. And my mom’s face when she sees you in it.

Julie: Will someone tell me what’s going on?
Sandy: Cal.
Caleb: I’m going to bed. The pleasure is all yours, Sanford. Enjoy.

Julie: Let me tell you something, if Caleb’s going down Kirsten’s going with him. So you better come up with something.

Kirsten: Sandy, apologize.
Sandy: I have nothing to apologize to him for! Nothing. And I am sick to death of putting myself on the line for this family and getting nothing.

Sandy: What I said in there, it wasn’t about you.
Kirsten: Thank god. ‘Cause you were scary.

Seth: Dude, do you really think Summer’s gonna want to be friends with me after what I did to her? Especially now that she has the Zach Attack? The guy’s like Superman.
Ryan: He’s not like Superman.
Seth: He’s like a thoroughbred. I’m a monkey. With cymbals.

Ryan: If I hadn’t left, then you guys would still be together.
Summer: That is not true. He would have found some Cohen-y way to break us up. He can’t help it. He’s Cohen.

Ryan: Look, I know you have a boyfriend.
Summer: Woah. Who told you that?
Ryan: I thought you told Seth that.
Summer: Well, yeah. To torture him. But see, Zach and I, we’re just hanging out. He’s not my boyfriend. I do not want a boyfriend, okay? I had a boyfriend, sailed away.

Summer: I mean the way we were wasn’t always so great.

Seth: She’s scared. And she’s hurt. And she’s hiding behind walls. Yeah. I will bring those walls down with one single grand gesture.
Ryan: No! No grand gestures!
Seth: Yes. I’m afraid it is time once again for me to stand on that proverbial coffee cart and declare my love for her. Maybe I’ll do it at the carnival, you know what I’m saying? Maybe I’ll do it on a hot dog stand.

About the Sandy Cohen lox scramble with rye toast
Caleb: No, I’m not dragging Sandy into anything. Before he put these eggs in front of me he was the closest thing I had to a friend in this town.

Sandy: Have dinner with us, instead. I won’t cook, I promise. Although if Kirsten’s mad enough at
you, she might.

Seth: Let’s not go.
Ryan: We can’t not go. We’re here.

Seth: I’m going to go and find a hotdog stand to climb.

Ryan: I’m sorry, for right now we should just be friends.
Marissa: Friends? Ryan, we’re not friends. We were never just friends.
Ryan: I guess that was the problem then. See ya.

Summer: Cohen. What are you doing?
Seth: Nothing. Why?
Summer: Looks like you’re humping the hot dog stand.

Summer smacking Seth: What the hell do you think you’re doing? This isn’t a game, Cohen. You could have gotten hurt!
Seth: Good thing I didn’t.

Summer: What do you want from me, Cohen?
Seth: I just want you.
Summer: No you don’t. You had me. You had me at Chrismukkah in a freakin’ Wonderwoman costume and you chose Anna. You had me three months ago and you left.
Seth: I want to make that up to you.
Summer: It has nothing to do with me. It is about you. And it is always about you: what you need and what you want. You know, it seems that you only want me when you can’t have me. You like the chase, and that’s all. So you know what? You can have it. I’m going home.

Sandy to Caleb: Don’t say anything. I’ll follow you to the station. {to the arresting officer} I’m his lawyer.