The O.C. Seth-Ryan Time

Season 3

2005.09.08    

The End of Innocence

Ryan: I thought we might be able to start with something that didn’t involve me getting arrested.
Seth
: Is it my fault that most of our half-baked adolesent schemes goes hopelessly awry and my dad has to bail us out?
Ryan: Uh, usually, yeah.

The Last Waltz

Seth: Alright, come on buddy, get ready. For old-fashioned Seth/Ryan Time.

Seth about Ryan and Marissa: Well, that is a pickle.
Ryan: That’s it? No advice?
Seth: What advice? Call her, apologize. It’s not rocket science. Man. You home school kids are pathetic.

The Perfect Storm

Seth: You realize Ryan, of all of our hair-brained schemes—of which there are many—quitting school for a life at sea, it may be number one.
Ryan: I can’t say the idea’s gotten an enthusiastic response. Except from your dad, who’s throwing me a dinner.
Seth: He’s calling your bluff.
Ryan: I’m not bluffing.
Seth: I would say it was working.
Ryan: I think he’s just hoping to give me enough rope to hang myself.
Seth: And instead you’ve fashioned said rope into a perfect little sailor’s knot.

Seth: Hey. It’s The Return of the Not-So-Ancient Mariner.

The Anger Management

Seth: Dude, all I’m saying is you just got back into Harbor, okay? You do not want to go back to the wasteland of home schooling.
Ryan: I told you, I’m not gonna fight him.
Seth: I hear you. And I want to believe you, but I also know Kid Chino. Sometimes when his back’s up against the wall, those fists of fury—
Ryan: Kid Chino is retired. He hung up the hoodie. So just relax, alright?

Seth: Even if I didn’t love Summer? Her and I, we’re totally incompatible, seeing as how she’s crazy and I’m not.
Ryan: I thought you said she wasn’t that bad.
Seth: Taylor Townsend? In fourth grade she campaigned against making the school handicap accessible. She said it was “reverse Darwinism”. Besides who— who— wants Dean Hess’ seconds.

The Game Plan

Seth: Okay picture me at college. Big fish in a small pond or small fish in a big pond?
Ryan: I don’t know. I never really pictured you living in a pond.
Seth: Me neither.

Summer: I can’t even pick out my shoes in the morning, let alone plan the rest of my life.
Seth: It’s okay, it’s only four years. And, according to this brochure it’s supposed to be the high-point of an otherwise miserable existence.

Seth: I just had a meeting with the counselor and she said I had a very good shot at getting in. Because I’m awesome.
Ryan: Is this your first choice?
Seth: Dude, it’s my only choice. It’s liberal, it’s turtleneck weather, and most importantly it’s 30,000 miles away from here.
Ryan: It’s safe to say you’re not applying to Berkeley. have you told your dad?
Seth: Sandy Cohen’s a perceptive guy. I’m sure he’ll figure it out.
Ryan: Seth, you gotta tell him.
Seth: “Dad, I’m not applying to Berkeley. Where did you get a gun? Why do you have this gun?” That doesn’t have a good ring to it.

Summer: Cohen, you’re needed upstairs now.
Seth: Tell my parents I love them.

Summer: These are our college lists. Do you see a difference?
Seth: Yeah. The font. Looks like you went with the, ah, Times New Roman.
Summer: The schools, doofus. None of them are the same. None of them are even in the same time zone.
Seth: Okay, so you know, you went West Coast, I went East Coast. It’s not a hip-hop war.
Summer: We are going to be separated by like a zillionbillion miles. I was up all last night thinking about that.
Seth: You were?
Summer: You haven’t even given this a second thought, have you?
Seth: Summer, what a second.
Summer: Too late, Cohen!

Summer: What is it, Cohen?
Seth: We need to talk. I brought visual aids.

Seth: Hey, sorry for ducking out earlier.
Sandy: Yeah, you missed my story about playing Nanki-Poo in The Mikado.

Seth: Listen, Summer’s upstairs ordering things from LL Bean, so I have to, you know…
Sandy: Hurry! Hurry!

The Disconnect

Seth: You know I read a study once that said that if 1500 third graders took the SATs one would get a perfect score by probability alone.
Summer: Hm. Yeah. I’m not a third grader, Cohen.
Seth: No, no, I’m not saying you are, but I mean how else do you explain it?
Summer: I dunnow.
Seth: How is that even possible?
Ryan: Well, she did save Chrismukkah.

Seth: So was Marissa totally cool with you canceling on her last night?
Ryan: Didn’t have a problem with it.
Seth: But do you have a problem with it?
Ryan: Why would I— I cancelled on her.
Seth: Yeah but if it were me I’d have a problem with it. And if, you know, I cancelled on you and you didn’t have a problem with it then I might have a problem with that.
Ryan: Sounds like you already got a problem. And not with me.

Ryan: Don’t do this man.
Seth: Do what?
Ryan: Compete with Summer.
Seth: Why? Because you think Summer would win?

The Chrismukkah Bar Mitzvahkkah

Seth: Seriously. I think you should really consider it.
Ryan: What, a Bar Mitzvah?
Seth: Yeah. You’ve brought some much needed Chris to the Cohens, but I think you really use some Kah.
Ryan: I don’t think so.
Seth: That’s tough talk for a guy that eats a lot of bagels.

The Sister Act

Seth: Marissa got back into Harbor. You guys seem to have resolved your surftastic love triangle. My girlfriend got a near perfect score on her SATs but we’ve never been happier.
Ryan: Seth, it’s senior year. It’s supposed to be the best year ever.
Seth: No, you should know better. Every time things are going too well around here, that’s when doom comes a knockin’.
Ryan: Doom?
Seth: A knockin’. doorbell Or a ringin’. Right on time. Don’t answer it. It’s probably a flaming bag of crap.
Ryan: Or FedEx.

The Pot Stirrer

Seth: Dude, I planned my first escape on an Etch-a-Sketch. This is my dream. It’s just, I don’t know, man. It’s real.
Ryan: Well, why don’t you talk to Summer about it. I mean, I’m sure she’s freaking out a bit, too.
Seth: I’ll be fine. Seriously. This is just my process.
Ryan: Fair enough. You’re pouring coffee in your cereal.

The Cliff Hanger

Seth: So I wanted to be alone. Are you the only one in this family that’s allowed to brood?
Ryan: Man, whatever it is, you can tell me.
Seth: My Brown interview did not go so well. Actually it didn’t go at all.
Ryan: Blew it off?
Seth: Yep. And then for the cherry on top of that I went ahead and lied to Summer about it.
Ryan: Right. Well, why not talk to her?
Seth: Yeah, it’s just Summer was over pot by the tenth grade. She thinks it’s totally juvenile. It’d be like telling her I’m into Beanie Babies.
Ryan: Well, at least tell her you missed the interview. You do that, I’ll keep quiet about the rest of it.
Seth: We’re getting dangerously close to an After-School Special here, Ryan. It’s marijuana and I did it twice.
Ryan: So you’re telling me you didn’t come down here to buy a bag?
Seth: Fine. I wasn’t going to smoke anymore anyways.

Seth: Hey. Morning.
Ryan: Mm.
Seth: Oh no! The Atwood grunt. That’s never a good sign. What’s the matter? I’m gonna guess Marissa. Or Johnny. Or maybe Kaitlin. I’m gonna say probably a combo pack.

The Heavy Lifting

Seth: You can’t blame yourself. You tried.
Ryan: And failed.
Seth: Well you can’t beat yourself up over it. I mean, Ryan Atwood against Ryan Atwood?

The Journey

Seth: Hey man, you busy?
Ryan: Would it matter?
Seth: Not really. Now in my capacity as Birthday Captain I went ahead and reserved the Bait Shop for Sunday.
Ryan: I guess you don’t remember me saying small.
Seth: I did. I chose to ignore it. Do you want to see the invitations? The store made me print like a hundred. I told them you only knew like four people but it was some kind of a policy.
Ryan: Get me one for Sadie.
Seth: Sadie, huh? Interesting.
Ryan: She’s a friend.
Seth: Okay, well, what do you want to do with this? holds up Marissa’s invitation
Ryan: You’re the Birthday General.
Seth: First of all, I’m the Birthday Captain. And the decision of whether to invite Marissa or not is way beyond my pay grade.

Ryan: So what exactly was the thinking here?
Seth: Well, turning 18 is all about assuming your adult identity, right? So I thought I would show you all the different avenues available to you.
Ryan: Because I might want to be a cowboy.
Seth: Or my personal favorite, but no less gay, Fireman Ryan.

The Secrets and Lies

Seth: When did this door get a lock on it?

The Day After Tomorrow

Seth: All this time I thought getting into college would make things so much easier.
Ryan: Yeah. Not gonna happen.
Seth: There’s a cold front coming through.

Ryan: Seth, uh, I gotta ask. Did you really get into Brown?
Seth: Did I get into—? Ryan, now who’s smoking pot. Listen to me: the only class that I’ve ever gotten less than an A in is gym. My essay on the loneliness of being Superman made Mrs. Rushfield cry. So of course I… augh, how could I not get in?
Ryan: Why are you lying about it?
Seth: For Summer.
Ryan: Well, don’t you think she’s going to notice when you’re not there first semester?
Seth: She said that if I didn’t get in and she did, she wouldn’t go to Brown. I’m not gonna let her do that. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime.
Ryan: Well I think that’s up to her. Sorry man, I think you gotta tell her the truth.

The Dawn Patrol

Ryan: Still lying to everybody about everything?
Seth: I’m trying to talk as little as possible.

Seth: Gonna be a long night, Ryan. A lot of whining, a lot of pining, ah, maybe some brainstorming, you don’t mind?
Ryan: It’s good to be home. Alright, how are we going to get your Summer back?
Seth: Plan A: I fake my own death. You never wanna underestimate the power of the sympathy vote.
Ryan: Is there a plan B?
Seth: Yeah yeah. Uh, I could hack in through the Brown firewall into the Admission’s office mainframe and reverse my acceptance.
Ryan: That’s actually a good idea. You know how to do that?
Seth: I had an uncle that went to DeVry.

The College Try

Seth: You taking all that? You only own like, a wifebeater and two hoodies.

Ryan: So, um, you’re going to fly to Brown…
Seth: And then I will somehow get them to admit me. Yeah. I don’t have the, ah, details, okay? But Brown’s a spiritual place. I’ll go, I’ll get a vibe, you know, bump into the ghost of Old Man Brown. Or whoever they named the school after.

Ryan: I just don’t want to see you get deeper into this mess, okay?
Seth: Dude, you’re going to Berkeley with your ex-girlfriend.

Ryan goes to hug Seth
Seth: We can save the hug for later.
Ryan: Yeah, okay.

The Party Favor

Ryan: Have you told her there’s nothing going on between you and Anna?
Seth: I’ve tried, but every time I get close she pulls her rape whistle.
Ryan: Well you know, I’m not going. So if you wanna hang out, rent a movie.
Seth: Ryan, I love you. But if I have to spend my senior prom playing video games with you, I’m gonna kill myself.

The Man of the Year

Seth: Hey man. Today’s a good day for me, Ryan. I finally came clean and told the truth about not getting into Brown and things are great. Life is so much better when you’re honest. You just mean what you say, you say what you mean. I feel like you.
Ryan: Well, now that you’re on a roll, you gonna tell Sandy and Kirsten about Brown too?
Seth: Yeah. I don’t think so. I’m gonna wait a little bit on that one.