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

"I'm so sorry."
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"I can't believe this."
The O.C.
"An old friend of mine, one of the guys in the group. He's a lawyer now in Vancouver."
The O.C.
"Hello. Yes, directory assistance for Vancouver, please."
The O.C.
"-But why? What are you gonna find out? -Yes, please, I'd like the number for Mark Denham"
The O.C.
"D-E-N-H-A-M. Thank you."
The O.C.
"Well, if she was sick, there'd be insurance forms or hospital records or something. And, God forbid, if she were dead,"
The O.C.
"there'd be a death certificate."
The O.C.
"I can't believe that if she were dying, she wouldn't try to contact her dad."
The O.C.
"Or you."
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"-Are you all right? 'Cause you seem nervous. -No, I'm not. I just..."
The O.C.
"Don't let her intimidate you, okay? And let me do all the talking."
The O.C.
"-You have to take me home. -Right. Good one. Remember that."
The O.C.
"Maybe we should change your superhero name to Overdressed Lad."
The O.C.
"-I thought we were working tonight. And Grandpa hates you. -I told her that. She thought I was overreacting."
The O.C.
"Well, hey, man, at least you show up on his radar. He once asked my mom if I was mildly retarded."
The O.C.
"-Well, wait till he finds out about your powers. -What powers?"
The O.C.
"-What are these? -They're just sketches I did in Portland."
The O.C.
"-Dude, they're just drawings. -Of a girl you were clearly obsessed with."
The O.C.
"'Kay, first of all, "obsessed," pretty strong word."
The O.C.
"Hey, don't let Grandpa scare you, all right? Remember, you're Brian Gatwood, Fists of Fury."
The O.C.
"-Sure you don't want a beer? -We have to drive back."
The O.C.
"-What else do you have of mine? -Nothing, I swear."
The O.C.
"-So then you wouldn't mind if I kept looking. -Oh, you can look all night if you want."
The O.C.
"-Breakups, huh? -Get ready, you're next."
The O.C.
"-My motorcycle boots! -Those are mine."
The O.C.
"Okay, see? That is your problem."
The O.C.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
The O.C.
"It's not fine."
The O.C.
"I want you to stay."
The O.C.
"Well, do you think I'm really gonna leave my girlfriend alone with you overnight?"
The O.C.
"I thought she wasn't your girlfriend."
The O.C.
"Yeah, well, think again."
The O.C.
"Are you kidding me? She thought you and I were sleeping together when she met you at the club last week."
The O.C.
"-I defended your honor. -I appreciate that."
The O.C.
"Are you kidding? I owe you so much now. I got my fat jeans, I got my cd's, and who cares if I didn't get... my heart..."
The O.C.
"-How did you...? -I'm sneaky like that."
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"-How's it look? -Good."
The O.C.
"-What do you think? -I think you're, like,the missing link between Jack Kirby and,"
The O.C.
"-I don't know, Eric White. -Hey, thanks, man."
The O.C.
"That is it, I am pulling the plug."
The O.C.
"-I know, I'm sorry, but Seth and I were just... -I don't want to hear it."
The O.C.
"What, are you guys, like, cavalier and gay?"
The O.C.
"-We're leaving. -Wait-wait-whoa-whoa, no, we're not."
The O.C.
"Is that supposed to be Marissa? Cohen, did you do these?"
The O.C.
"Is that Ryan? Captain Oats?"
The O.C.
"Is that you?"
The O.C.
"Just wanted to get the attitude right. There's a lot of attitude."
The O.C.
"Keep talking comics, Cohen, I don't think girls will be an issue ever again."
The O.C.
"Ah, she's so supportive-- that's why I like her."
The O.C.
"-Shoot! I left my purse upstairs. I'll be right back. -We're gonna miss the movie."
The O.C.
"Oh! Ooh, sorry, Captain Oats. Hope you don't pull up lame."
The O.C.
"-Come on, Summ, we're gonna be late. -What are you doing up there?"
The O.C.
"It was... Long overdue. I meant to call you right after the holidays, but..."
The O.C.
"-work has been all-consuming. -Oh, yeah, I'm sure."
The O.C.
"So, what about you, Lindsay? How is... school? What are you studying?"
The O.C.
"My apologies. If I had known we were going to be three, I'd have asked the waiter for another one."
The O.C.
"-I asked him to come. -Look, I can leave if you want."
The O.C.
"You've already scammed your way into one of my daughters' lives. Why stop there?"
The O.C.
"This isn't about me. Isn't it? You set this whole thing up."
The O.C.
"but if that were true, he wouldn't be here, so, what is it that the two of you really want?"
The O.C.
"Money?"
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"What?"
The O.C.
"A new car?"
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"An ivy league education."
The O.C.
"Have your accomplice here drop by my office with a list of demands."
The O.C.
"That should cover it."
The O.C.
"Good night."
The O.C.
"What if your suspicions are right? One way or another, she's gone."
The O.C.
"What is it going to take for you to let her go?"
The O.C.
"The smart, political Jewish woman that you were supposed to marry before you ended up with me."
The O.C.
"That is not true."
The O.C.
"Then come to bed."
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"Oh."
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"She's dead."
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"oh, I can't tell him this on the phone."
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"It was a long time ago."
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"Maybe I need to let go of her, too."
The O.C.
"Princess Sparkle, you are not going to believe this."
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"-Why are you sorry? -'Cause I made you come to dinner, and I know how much you hate him."
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"-I don't hate him. -Yeah, well, he hates you."
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"I really didn't want anything from him."
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"I just wanted to ask him some questions, you know?"
The O.C.
"Maybe I don't need a dad."
The O.C.
"You know, I've... gone all this time without one."
The O.C.
"I turned out okay."
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"Right?"
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"-Maybe I could talk to him. -No."
The O.C.
"You've done enough."
The O.C.
"More than enough. And you said it yourself, he's not a good guy."
The O.C.
"Yeah, but he's your dad. You sure I can't..."
The O.C.
"Your shirt is fine, I'm telling you."
The O.C.
"Oh, wow. No, you're not bleeding."
The O.C.
"-See for yourself. -Oh, my God."
The O.C.
"Nothing. Get out of here, Caleb."
The O.C.
"-This is my house, my home. -Fine. You know what then, we'll leave."
The O.C.
"Are you going to stop me?"
The O.C.
"Come in."
The O.C.
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
The O.C.
"I, um, I came to return something that I stole."
The O.C.
"Oh. You found it."
The O.C.
"Great."
The O.C.
"It was just a very long summer, and I'm sorry, and I will destroy all of them right now. I just need to find my X-Acto knife."
The O.C.
"No, Cohen, don't."
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"-Yeah? -Yeah."
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"I mean, well, the boobs are a little big, but..."
The O.C.
"well, I mean, aren't they?"
The O.C.
"-I can redo the boobs. -And, you know, I... I'm not so sure about the mask either."
The O.C.
"-Now that's what I'm talking about. -Yeah?"
The O.C.
"-So then you don't mind? -No. Well, not as long as I have boob approval."
The O.C.
"-I was just thinking the same thing. -Yeah, just 'cause, you know, it might upset the partnership and..."
The O.C.
"-Well, it could be bad for business. -Exactly."
The O.C.
"Okay. I'm going to let you get back to work because I expect my own action figure by Christmukkah."
The O.C.
"How about my office?"
The O.C.
"I'll see you then."
The O.C.
"-'Cause you punched him in the face? -No."
The O.C.
"But you wanted to. I could tell you wanted to."
The O.C.
"I love the guy, but come on. He's Lex Luthor."
The O.C.
"Oh, it's my fault. I keep trying to help. I keep making everything worse."
The O.C.
"Well, Ryan, that's what heroes do, okay. What else are you going to do with fists of fury, homework?"
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