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Clips from The O.C. - The Blaze of Glory (S02E02)

"- Sure. - You go down there, it's on."
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"- Front, I think. - Right or left?"
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"- This is not my area of expertise. - Maybe I can help."
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"He's very self-conscious. He is Seth's horse."
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"Oh, yeah. Hang on. Hey, everybody! This is Ryan."
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"You guys in back take care of that."
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"I need you ladies right over there to hoe that area. Hoe that thing down."
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"We need to set the tiki torches over here."
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"Hey, you with the gasoline."
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"We can make this happen, okay, people! Let's go! Let's go!"
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"A crusading idealist..."
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"Summer. Hey, how are you?"
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"I hope you have Motrin in the house because you're about to feel pain."
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"The master, the film, and the negatives. We're gonna meet your offer."
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"That's right."
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"And you could go to jail."
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"Hello?"
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"And where am I gonna get this money?"
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"Hey, what are you doing here?"
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"This is between you and me."
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"I like the wrist cuff."
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"You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?"
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"This is my life, okay!"
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"That's it! So, what do you think?"
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"Pep rallies, cheerleaders."
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"- Boys. - Nothing happened with Ryan."
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"Yeah, not yet. But what do you give it? A week, a month?"
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"I'm sorry that I brought two skeezy ex-cons to your bonfire."
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"So, what happens now?"
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"Who knows?"
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"Okay."
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"Pretty good, huh?"
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"Not into the school-spirit thing. That's cool."
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"I'm sorry."
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"You okay?"
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"- Maybe we're here just in time. - Or maybe someone was right all along."
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"- You guys, it's so good. - Thanks, Seth, for making it all happen."
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"Feel like going home?"
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"I'll write you a check for $50,000 right now."
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"I was thinking more like $500,000."
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"- Hi, Carter. - Pleasure to meet you."
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"- Ever been married? - I am married."
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"You're not wearing a ring."
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"Where's your ring?"
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"I guess I'm not the only one she lies to."
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"I know my daughter. Marissa's only been in love once."
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"Yeah. This year's just flying by."
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"Yeah. And, you know, I gotta say, this year, not as good as last."
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"- You think? - I do."
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"Yeah. Come on. We can't keep living in last year."
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"Sure we can. And check this out, man."
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"- Especially if you invited along... - Don't say it."
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"So there's just no feelings there whatsoever?"
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"Besides, she's clearly already taken."
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"Maybe we should ask them to kiss, real slow-like."
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"- Hey. - Hey."
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"I couldn't help but notice the bonfire banner."
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"I can't even find someone to design the bonfire."
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"Yeah, a bonfire pep rally. You bet we are."
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"You're going the way of lockers and classrooms. Why don't you walk her?"
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"That would be a nice gesture."
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"- Okay. Thanks. - No problem."
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"Bye."
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"- Hi. - Hey."
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"Yeah. And it was awesome."
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"Do not meddle with them. They're, like, combustible."
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"- You're kind of creeping me out. - I'm okay with that."
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"All right, nice and easy. Now, start that shoulder turn."
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"Come on. Turn those shoulders."
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"All right, I'm just gonna stand here nice and quietly."
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"But supportively."
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"That was good. Your feet were busy. Quiet your feet down."
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"- Come on, try it again. - No more tries."
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"I hate golf. I suck at golf. I no longer wanna play golf."
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"- You could only get better. - I'll have to take your word for it."
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"I gotta go."
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"We're putting together our first issue of Newport Living..."
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"Talk about Sophie's Choice."
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"Who'd you finally get to edit the Medusa Monthly?"
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"So it's really more of a pamphlet than a magazine."
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"Carter Buckley. Now, what's he done before?"
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"A bunch of stuff. A magazine called The Ugly American."
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"National Geographic, GQ."
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"And he self-published a magazine called Revolution."
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"Portraits of the misunderstood, the marginalized, the crackpots."
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"- An entire magazine about losers. - But loveable ones. I read it religiously."
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"Thanks for the lesson."
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"- Hello, Marissa. - Hey, Cohen."
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"- You seem stressed, a little distracted. - Yeah, well, it's this bonfire."
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"It would be really great if we had, you know, a bonfire."
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"Well, Coop, I think I got what ails you."
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"First of all, only Summer calls me Coop."
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"...and if A equals C and B equals C then A equals B."
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"- Know what I'm saying? - No. I really don't."
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"So, what's your plan? Who's your social-chair savior?"
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"He did torch Caleb's model home."
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"Especially now that Lindsay's gone. The kid's kind of blue."
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"It might be good for him. Distract him. And it would be fun."
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"- All right, that's a good idea. Thanks. - Don't mention it."
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"Please do not-"
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"She's such a little me."
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"- I'm here if you need me. - I'll keep that in mind."
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"Again, good to know."
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"- How'd you get past security? - Charm and good looks."
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"- I know you've got this magazine ready. - Get out, Lance."
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"This is not the moment when you want your perfect reputation..."
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"You got three days to give me my money..."
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"Traffic was terrible. Is Carter here yet?"
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"Mr. Buckley left a voicemail at around 3:30 a. m. Said don't expect him today."
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"No. But I couldn't understand everything on the message."
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"- He was slurring. - You're kidding."
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"Well, I guess Julie and I will proceed without him."
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"Just a critical personal emergency. But nothing important."
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"You know, really great."
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"- Really great? Or really great? - Really great."
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"Tell Seth never to call me Coop again. He ruined the nickname."
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"- Yeah? You were? - You were?"
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"- Sure, yeah, okay. - You'll do it?"
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"- That's great. Isn't that great? - It's great!"
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"- What's great? - Ryan's gonna build the bonfire for us."
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