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Clips from The O.C. - The New Kids on the Block (S02E02)

"Uh, less selfish. More selfless, less take, more give."
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"But I think that's what she wants, okay?"
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"It was the most vile, most inhuman night of my life."
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"-Well, in that case,uh, let's see. Can I have a...what, what do you got? -Large coffee."
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"We've got Adrianna Alberghetti with Philip Raskin."
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"-What's that right there? -Oh, you... you wouldn't want that job."
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"I have to ask Nat, the owner. But he's never here, so..."
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"-Ryan is now a science nerd, I'm working a blue-collar job. -That's nice, honey."
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"-Mom? -Oh, Seth, don't worry. Your grandfather's situation is very serious, but your father and I are handling it."
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"Right. Grandpa. To tell you the truth, I haven't even like... um..."
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"Marissa, listen to me."
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"-No offense. -Okay, I think you got the wrong idea about me."
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"Lindsay?"
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"My leg just went numb."
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"Cohen!"
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"So hopefully, I don't know, we can all hang out, we can be friends."
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"-Well, I didn't marry you for money. -No, you married me because you were pregnant."
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"Come on, I'm sor... Summer, just wait a second."
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"-So what are you going to do? -I'll tell you this."
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"-Yeah, she's at the club having lunch with her dad. -Oh, yeah, her father. Cool, well, I'm just going to, you know..."
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"-I don't know. -Come on, Kiki. The company needs you. The family needs you."
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"I'm just... I'm really glad that you're not."
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"So, aside from coming up with your hilarious one-liners, what's our next move?"
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"-How are classes going? -Tough. Physics."
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"Mm, anytime. Happy to have the company."
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"-Maybe 'cause you keep marrying for money? -I did not marry for money."
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"Second of all, yeah, I was."
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"-What are you, like, a huge fan? -Yeah, of a certain prickly brunette named after my least favorite season."
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"I'll have him call you."
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"I don't know."
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"What are you doing this weekend?"
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"Morning, guys."
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"but I want you to believe me when I say that Caleb is not going to jail."
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"My stepfather blackmailed me into living with my mom."
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"-Why wouldn't they? -You're not exactly the ideal client."
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"-That's a heartwarming tale. -A relaxing weekend at the Montage was exactly what I needed to remind me of what's important"
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"Hey, Summer. Marissa."
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"I know, I know. I'm sorry, but it's the only seat left."
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"-None of them good. -What happened?"
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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, God. Oh."
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"-I was in that photo. I got cut out, though, ...probably 'cause of my hairdo. -Sorry to see you're so upset."
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"-I have a business to run. -Who are you kidding?"
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"Totally, yeah."
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"You want to go in, watch the band?"
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"-No. I... no. -Oh, so, then you're not over Seth."
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"-Minimum wage, long, uh, taking tickets, cleaning toilets, and the light preparation of fried foods."
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"Well, then you'd be happy for her 'cause you're her friend, right?"
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"-Oh, I'm not changing for you. -For who then, Summer?"
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"The Bait Shop?"
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"-Thank you so much. Here are your tickets, and I threw in a couple extras. -Cool, thanks."
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"-Bye, Dad. -Bye, sweetheart."
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"On-on the band. I hear they're really good live,and I think the best thing for our friendship, is like, a good, live, band."
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"Hello?"
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"As a girl, I feel I should probably warn you, that this whole little game you're planning,"
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"I mean, they do, but they're not my parents. I transferred in from Chino last year."
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"Ooh. Absolutely. We need to toast to quitting, slash, getting fired. To independence."
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"I'm not the one you should be telling this to."
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"How old are you?"
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"-So, what are you doing in here? -Well, when I have a problem, Marissa, I like to talk about it incessantly."
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"-Well, hypothetically? -You know what? Don't answer. Just go to the concert alone."
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"Dude, I don't even want Summer back. Unless..."
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"No, dude, here I am, going on and on about my haircut. My grandfather's in the cooler."
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"Iced coffee for me,please."
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"-Yeah, the kind of guy parents love. -Hey, did I tell you how stoked my dad is that I'm dating a congressman's son?"
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"-Nothing. In fact, we never need to speak to each other again. -Yeah, see, but I was really enjoying getting to know you."
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"-What about the house? -Son. That's crazy talk."
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"Oh, well, that's a shame,"
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"-Nice work. You guys make a great team. -I didn't get a chance to contribute a whole lot to that report, I mean anything"
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"My legs went numb, but we're cool. That's okay, right? That's normal?"
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"Of Corona, Matre Day, and even Newport Union."
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"-Seventeen. -What?! Really? You don't go to school?"
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"I'm gonna go get my stuff. Back to the gulag."
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"Uh, it's all right."
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"-Where's Zach? -Oh, um, he couldn't make it. -Oh, that's...That's real... that's too bad."
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"-I just need to talk about me for, like, several more hours at least. -I thought you didn't do that anymore."
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"Yeah, no, that's it. I just think I burned out anyone else who will listen, so..."
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"-Less pitching, more catching. -Look, man, I'm used to it. You don't have to change for me."
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"-I'll be sure and wash my hands between the last two."
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"You got to be kidding me."
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