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Clips from The O.C. - The Chrismukkah That Almost Wasn't (S02E02)

"I'm gonna have a glass of wine."
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"- Renee. - Caleb."
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"Maybe you should speak first."
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"- Why? What's going on? - That's what I'd like to know."
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"I can't believe you just showed up like this."
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"Did you really think we could get away with it forever?"
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"I'm sorry it had to happen like this, Lindsay."
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"- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God."
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"Get out of my house."
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"- Oh, I know, and we'll figure it out. - What is there to figure out?"
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"Oh, no. I never want to see you again, you son of a bitch!"
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"I know you want to be alone right now, but, um, I want you to know I'm here."
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"Happy holidays, huh?"
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"We have new boyfriends."
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"And our ex-boyfriends have new girlfriends."
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"- How'd it go? - Hey. Is there, um, anything we can do?"
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"- Hey. - Hey."
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"- How's Lindsay? - Uh, not so good."
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"Uh, we're at "Charcoal" on my color-coded holiday alert system."
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"So then Chrismukkah?"
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"Canceled. The way nature, and apparently we, intended it."
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"It's the time of year that you look forward to most, Cohen."
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"Yeah, well, you know,"
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"Yeah, actually, I do"
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"Give up on Chrismukkah when everyone we know needs it the most?"
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"And Lindsay'll never talk to me again."
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"And I can no longer walk."
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"I've been looking for you all over the house."
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"I know."
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"You and your secrets, Cal."
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"- I promise you... this is the end. - Yeah?"
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"And now that the truth is out there... the case will go away."
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"I just can't believe you cheated on your wife."
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"It was hell, and it never happened again, never will."
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"I wasn't. I was merely saying..."
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"- Hi. - Hey."
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"- You went and saw Lindsay? - Tried."
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"Oh, poor girl."
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"Kirsten's locked herself in her closet."
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"And other than requesting a PowerBar be slid under the door,"
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"which explains why my wife is holed up next to a shoe rack."
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"I don't really feel like talking to anyone right now."
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"- Is she okay? - No."
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"Depends on what?"
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"part of a family that's pretty good at letting in new members."
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"Yeah, 'cause he wouldn't want to hear that."
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"You want to meet your sister?"
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"I don't know if I'm ready to start referring to her as that."
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"Hmm. Which I will be keeping away from you."
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"Dad! Dad?"
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"do you have a generator and an extension cord?"
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"A Chrismukkah miracle hangs in the balance."
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"Mm-hmm. We'll explain later."
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"Well, luckily, living on a boat requires one to have such stuff."
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"Oh, got it."
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"Please. It's almost a compliment from her."
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"She also said you're not in the mood to see any friends."
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"I'm not."
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"- No. No, we're not. - Yeah. Yeah, we are."
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"Sometimes we'll just make the joke during the traumatic event."
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"- Oh, do you? - Yeah, I do."
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"a few years back now, I think it was."
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"Which is...?"
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"So, Summer Roberts, you saved Chrismukkah."
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"Oh, uh... that sounds kind of disgusting."
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"What? No one knows what that song is, Cohen."
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"Come on, come on. Sing, sing, sing, sing."
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"All right. All right."
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"I'm penning a Chrismukkah hymn set to Death Cab's "A Lack of Color. ""
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"Ah, all the makings of a classic."
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"Is Death Cab a band?"
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"Ooh, around we go on the wheel, and..."
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"Mother, you're in charge of interior decor, okay?"
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"Now, that's gonna mean, uh, trimmings, ornaments, frosting of the windows."
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"Do you think you can rope in some Hebrews?"
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"Okay, where are we gonna find some Jews in Orange County?"
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"Oy, humbug."
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"Oy, humbug."
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"Sous titres Team OC Cookie Synchro: Scidou"
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"Ah, you know my dad and the holidays."
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"To get through this holiday season, you must set a pace."
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"Those are really good lyrics for the song."
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"And I'm thinking of having Little Jo-Jo record it."
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"Probably at some Club Med tattoo parlor."
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"You gonna invite her?"
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"Ah, I can't. I mean, it's kind of a big step."
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"Well, we just got things to a good place, you know? I got a little mystery back."
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"Hmm. All right. Inviting her over for the holiday."
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"it feels like I might be rushing things."
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"Are you sure we're not rushing things?"
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"Well, you know... we were married for 17 years, so..."
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"You know, with a really sharp mind and an incredible sense"
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"of, of, uh... interior design."
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"Oh, slow down. I'm sorry."
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"Well, you know... cheating on your husband with your ex-husband?"
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"Oh..."
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"I mean, he hasn't touched me in months."
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"It's... he's probably going to jail."
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"Well, it's wonderful how maturely you're handling it all."
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"I don't hear you complaining."
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"Thanks for coming on such short notice."
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"I don't have much of a lunch break, so..."
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"I- I've had so many clandestine meetings lately, I've..."
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"I feel like I'm in an Oliver Stone movie."
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"I know you feel that if you come forward, you're going to lose your daughter."
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"The DA's convinced that Caleb was bribing somebody"
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"they have enough evidence to send you to jail."
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"How do I tell my daughter that I've been lying to her her whole life?"
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"Inventing a father she never had, keeping her from meeting her family?"
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"Caleb won't come forward. I can't."
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"You're our last hope."
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"Keep me distracted from having to remember it's actually Christmas."
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"- Who is? - Uh, well, Seth, actually."
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"- Chrismukkah? - Yeah."
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"Well, um, that's cute."
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"I guess. it's eight days of gifts, followed by one day of many, many gifts."
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"Although last year we watched Over the Top."
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"- Mm. Well, a classic, any time of year. - That's what I'm saying."
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"Me and my mom, we, um... stopped even buying a tree."
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"It always just looked so sad with just two gifts under it."
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