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Clips from The O.C. - The O.C. Confidential (S02E02)

"- Okay, that's great, but we're kind of... - So there. Thank you."
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"And I want you to bring your girlfriend, 'cause everyone is dying to meet Little Miss Vixen."
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"- No, we've come too far to blow this. - Even if those were good ideas,"
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"which they're not, the re-art would take me like a year, okay? I can't do that. Summer and I would be over by then."
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"That's why you need to bring her to the party."
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"Make her a part of the process. Include her in this."
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"- You really think that's a good idea? - Definitely."
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"- I don't know. A couple girls. - The girl in the pool?"
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"M aybe."
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"that she saw you and Jess enter a room and close the door."
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"Okay. Jess and I, we hit it off a little."
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"You know, talked and stuff, but,"
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"Next thing I know, the cops have arrived and she was face down in a pool."
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"Did you see Jess take any drugs?"
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"You know, he looked like every other kid in this town."
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"Do any of these names ring a bell? Maybe she mentioned somebody or said something about somebody."
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"No, look, I just wanted to help Marissa out."
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"I wasn't going to let her go to jail for it."
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"I can't believe Seth is missing his favorite band."
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"This comic book has totally broken him."
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"- Have you seen Jess yet? - Jess? Jess Sathers? Why are you looking for that coke whore?"
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"What?! She is."
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"- No, we're... - We're helping Trey."
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"If you see her, let me know, okay? Or Kyle."
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"CALEB: Julie?"
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"- I'm up here. - Would you come down here, please?"
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"Why don't you come up here?"
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"Welcome home, sailor."
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"- What's all this? - What does it look like?"
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"That's not funny."
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"Not supposed to be."
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"I spent the last few weeks trying to get past"
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"the... incident."
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"Turns out I can't."
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"I've missed you."
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"- We need to have a very serious discussion. - About what?"
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"and the band never too loud to talk over? Cohen is missing it."
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"Uh! Here comes your girl."
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"Oh, my God! Jess. Hi."
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"Remember me? Summer Roberts? We had tap and jazz together in fourth grade."
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"Isn't this place, like, so visual?"
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"- So, you want to go sit down? - Can't, looking for a friend."
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"- Definitely. - Water Polo is throwing a party. We can meet up there."
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"- How is he? - Oh, he's scared."
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"He's frustrated. It turns out, Trey knew the girl in the pool."
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"The police have an eyewitness to confirm it."
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"- That's not good. - None of it is."
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"I gotta keep this from going to trial, but there is no way that prosecutor will cut a deal."
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"That's because he only knows Trey on paper."
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"Oh, honey."
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"- You're a genius. - I am?"
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"Yeah, a genius."
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"What are you working on?"
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"Notes for the wine-tasting article. Something to keep Carter focused"
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"after his seventh pinot, since he will be attending un-chapperoned."
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"Well, there's nothing you can do for Trey. He knows you're behind him."
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"I guess, if we leave early enough, we could be back in time for dinner."
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"- I don't think so. - Kyle, right?"
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"Seriously, shoot me in the face. Speaking of which, is Summer around?"
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"I need your help. I have a little... quagmire to... un-quag..."
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"What?"
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"- So what do we say? - You say nothing. You stay right here."
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"Big Mac."
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"I've been trying to get in touch with you for the last several days from the DA's Office."
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"- What is this, an ambush? - No, no, no, no."
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"- I'm just hoping we can put together a deal - The kid was caught dealing on parole."
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"I never touched it. So my fingerprints won't be on it."
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"You're right. No one's are. And who'd know that?"
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"None of those kids at the party have so much as a traffic ticket."
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"Except for my hair issues, great call on the convertible."
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"Liar. For your punishment, I control the radio on the way home."
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"No. No one who has won on American Idol ever sings in my car."
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"Well, consider yourself lucky. If it was Sandy, you'd be listening to torch songs and show tunes."
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"Preferable."
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"Members of the press, honored guests,"
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"I'd like to welcome you all to my family's winery."
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"Oh, that's a shame. I was hoping to get a glimpse of the old guy."
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"I think he's a marketing gimmick, like the Jolly Green Giant."
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"My grandfather is convinced it's what gives the grape its unique flavor."
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"Hail to the chief."
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"I can't believe your big apology dinner has turned"
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"into a "Make me even madder" party in Silver Hell."
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"You know, if a cab ride home didn't cost $300, I would so be out of here."
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"Listen, I understand that you're here on false pretenses."
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"I was just sort of hoping that once we got here, you would try and make the best of it."
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"Everyone... the man of the hour has arrived."
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"Allow me to introduce to you the architect and illustrator of Atomic County, Seth Cohen..."
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"..his creative partner, Zach..."
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"Of The Vixer?"
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"No, I don't know. What do you say to somebody like that? The guy's a legend."
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"- You want to go get a drink? - Yes."
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"Wait, wait,"
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"No matter what happens, I just wanted to thank you for all the work you've done."
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"Nobody's ever gone out on a limb like this for me time and time again."
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"I'll admit there's a lot of work to be done, but it ain't over till it's over."
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"With all due respect, I was there, too. I know I'm going down."
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"Can we talk? I just need a drink."
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"Make yourself at home."
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"- No pre-nup? - I think a porn scandal more than nullifies it."
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"Listen, Caleb's old. His health is not good."
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"I know a guy that can get some pills. I can switch out his medicine while you're out of town."
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"No one will suspect a thing. Then you can live the life you deserve,"
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"and never worry about anybody taking that away from you ever again."
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"- What are you doing? - I'm writing you a check."
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"- You don't got to pay me to kill your husband. - It's not for that."
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"It's to get you out of town."
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"Good luck, babe."
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"Good-bye, Lance."
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"You know, they should implement the bucket concept in fast food chains."
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"You're sick."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming. We look forward to your reviews"
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"How many wines have we tasted?"
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"According to my notes... I stopped taking notes."
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"Should we fire ourselves for drinking on the job?"
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"You can't be. You have to drive."
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"I'm not driving. Are you kidding? With the cliffs and the ocean and the..."
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"I have had as much to drink as you have and I'm half the si..."
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"- Oh! I'm sorry. - Point well taken. Yeah."
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"We failed to make proper use of the silver bucket."
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"I'm sorry. But I could offer you a guest suite if you'd like to stay here tonight."
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