The Aftermath Trey: I'm sorry Marissa. For everything. I just didn't know how to make it right. And she offered me a way out. Marissa: Who? Who did? Trey: Your mom. Marissa: Trey, if you want to make it right, there's only one thing you can do. The Shape of Things to Come Summer: Look,…

The Distance Summer: The more time I spend with Zach, the less time I think about goddamn what's-his-face, built like a beanpole, curly hair, runs away like a little bitch on a sailboat, leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend, who cried and cried over him until the Fourth of July when she realized…

Pilot Marissa: So what are you doing here? Seriously. Ryan: Seriously? I stole a car. Crashed it. Actually, my brother did. Since he had a gun and drugs on him, he's in jail. I got out and my mom threw me out. Because she was pissed off and drunk. So Mr. Cohen took me in.…