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

"- Going somewhere? - Like, say, San Quentin."
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"He's the first real friend I've ever had. The only real friend I've ever had."
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"Well, my house is torn apart and construction's got nothing to do with it."
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"In the meantime, could you please try to convince the fellas here to wear something in a shirt?"
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"- I'll talk to my guys. - Hey, Archie... Sandy."
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"now and, well, he didn't say never,"
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"Thank you."
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"where one yacht owner feels that this other yacht owner is in violation of the noise ordinance at Crystal Cove."
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"I know you're doing that thing where you think that I'm ignoring you"
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"so you start speaking in gibberish to see if I'm listening."
The O.C.
"Aw... You were listening."
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"- What do you want me to do? Tie him up and stuff him in the trunk? - At this point? Yes."
The O.C.
"Oh, so that's the problem."
The O.C.
"It's not your smothering overprotectiveness that kept him from ever having a friend till Ryan came along."
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"The Pacific Ocean? That's not enough space?"
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"And he can blame us. And we can keep passing the buck all summer long."
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"This is where he belongs. He's going to figure that out."
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"I feel like my flesh is melting. I just hope it melts evenly."
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"- What's that supposed to mean? - Nothing. It's just that,"
The O.C.
"Oh, God. You definitely drink."
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"- Oh, more plans with Zach, huh? - Yes."
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"The more time I spend with Zach, the less time I have to think about..."
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"leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend, who cried and cried over him until the Fourth of July"
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"His name, it's Seth."
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"Oh, don't forget your lunch."
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"- All right, well, I'll, uh... - You don't want the foreman to get angry."
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"Yeah, pool sounds good. See ya."
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"- I swear, I hear a clicking. - Okay, Nixon, paranoid much?"
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"What's going on with you, Cal?"
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"Whacko? Like all summer long?"
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"- I'm taking Kaitlin to go look at new ponies. - What's wrong with China?"
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"It's just not right for a little girl to love a hairless pony."
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"Oh, I know. I was going to put it on the black card."
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"Mom. Hmm. Blonde? Sharp, angular features? Cute little nose?"
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"This has gone on long enough."
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"- Portland needs me, mother. - So do I."
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"I'm never coming back to O.C. Now, if you and Dad want to move to, I don't know,"
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"- Gave in and called him, huh? - He used to be such a sweet kid."
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"He's turning out to be quite the angry young man."
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"I had the same talk with him this afternoon."
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"Doesn't he know that we didn't want Ryan to leave any more than he did?"
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"This house just seems so empty."
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"- Oh, that's Jimmy. I said that we were going to have dinner with him, but... - I'll talk to him."
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"- Jimbo, how goes it? - It goes fantastic."
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"- You guys still going to join me and Haley on the boat for dinner? - No. Kirsten's not feeling so great."
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"Well, if you're too tough on him and you bring him back kicking and screaming..."
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"The last thing anybody wants is a bitter, resentful teenager in the house."
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"Oh, I wanted to make sure you weren't slacking off. Trying to punch out early."
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"- That was real nice of Kirsten to send over those baby clothes. - Oh, please, Kirsten loves to shop, even for the unborn."
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"One-two punch... it might be more effective. You and me?"
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"He was pretty mad at me last time I saw him. We haven't talked since and..."
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"- You're not part of their family? - Not anymore."
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"Hey, Cal. Always a pleasure, although, if I may, why we meeting in a parking garage?"
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"- Yeah. - I don't get it."
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"- I haven't heard anything from any of my friends at the DA's office. - It doesn't make any sense."
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"That looks just like, uh..."
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"She doesn't understand it's not about her. Man, you've got some willpower, because she has a killer rack."
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"Uh, half an hour... and we have a guest."
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"Hi... Sandy Cohen."
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"My mom gave it to me. It's my getaway car."
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"So have you talked to Seth... or Ryan?"
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"I have this thing about sauces. Less is more."
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"Whose parents have been busting their asses to make sure he's happy and how does he repay them?"
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"- This isn't about you. - Yes, it is."
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"- You're killing your mother and she is killing me."
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"You can't spend my entire life telling me everything that's wrong with Newport,"
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"far away from the parents you resent and the town you loathe."
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"- You let Ryan go; why not me? - We invited Ryan into our home."
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"- Ryan had to do what he had to do. - Okay, well, so do I."
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"*Force yourself*"
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"*Try to find*"
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"*It's easy to forget...*"
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"- Carson. Father. - Son."
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"I believe that was just a convenient excuse to leave us for round two."
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"- I can't push you to come back. - So you're letting me stay?"
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"Well, at least I know you're safe here. It's better than dragging you home"
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"so that when the next time you decide to run away, you might not leave a note, you might not call."
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"I, uh, and I want to say to you what"
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"All right. I've got a sailing lesson at 10:00, I gotta..."
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"Yeah, I forgot. Sorry."
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"- What's with the bag? - I was... going to go to Portland,"
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"It seems like all I did was make everything more complicated."
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"That's funny, I thought you left Newport to be with me."
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"I'm only going to Portland. Are you afraid I'm going to lose my construction job?"
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"There'll be a lot of sitting around, reading old TV Guides, listening to bad Muzak."
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"- You sure? - Yeah."
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"Take your headphones off."
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"Oh. Right. Sorry."
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"I most certainly can, because I will not spend another minute living like this."
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"What did you say?"
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"- What, are you leaving? - I took my shot. Good luck."
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"And thanks."
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"is to divest myself of all of Seth's material possessions."
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"- I got to dump off a bunch of his crap. - Oh, right, got it."
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"My therapist said that it's my best chance of ever again vibrating at a high frequency."
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"- Vibrating at a high frequency? - Lynn Grabhorn."
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"When you're vibrating at a higher frequency, you're more likely to attract happy people"
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"if he wasn't my son, I'd do the same thing."
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"What do you say, Cohen? First up, Madden Football."
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"- Hey, Dad, is dinner ready yet? - I got the grill going. And we've got another guest."
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"- You, I would not have guessed. - What's going on, Chino?"
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"- So you and Summer...? - Not so good, actually. She'll probably never speak to me again."
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"I mean, I don't think we're going to be seeing too much of each other, I live here now."
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"- Listen, man, I'm sorry if I caused... - Dude, honestly, stop."
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"You did not make me leave Newport, ok? If anything, the truth of the matter is,"
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"It's still a pretty big deal, I mean, dropping out of school, moving up here?"
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"I don't know, it used to be perfectly normal for teenagers to board tramp steamers and travel the country."
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"- So there's no chance of you going back to Newport? - Are you?"
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"Got to admit, Jules, you've done well for yourself. It's everything you always wanted."
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"- Be careful what you wish for. - Thanks."
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"She is definitely going through a hard time right now."
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"- There was lawn furniture in the pool. - Sounds like it constitutes a Level Five."
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"permanent damage, Jimmy, unless we do something."
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"Maybe Sunday dinners you can come over here with, uh..."
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"- Haley? - Right, right."
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"- How about you and Caleb? - Not so limber."
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"- I'll help... the best I can. Okay? - Thank you."
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"For the record, I don't believe you, but for Marissa's sake, I'll pretend to."
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"You'd better rest up and stockpile some of that persuasiveness."
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"Why? What did the DA say?"
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