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Clips from The O.C. - The Dearly Beloved (S02E02)

"The Coopers making a comeback. Who'd have thunk it?"
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"No, no! Hey, okay, okay."
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"Oh, my God, stop it. You're killing him!"
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"Please, stop it! You're killing him!"
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"Stop it!"
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".... the sooner the better. Thank you."
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"It's a rehab center. Where did you get this?"
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"I assume you'd want her to have a residential treatment."
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"Sorry. Um... look, let me see what I've got, okay?"
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"You've been through more than enough. I didn't mean to be a bitch."
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"- Hey, sis. - Hi."
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"Me? Last time I saw him, I told him he was going to die alone."
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"Captain Oats around? I brought him some company."
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"Yeah, well, if he gets fresh with her, it's straight to the glue factory."
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"Any more than that?"
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"I have no idea."
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"I'm sure it's, you know, at least partially my fault."
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"His loss is felt across the county-- across the..."
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"Caleb Nichol was not a man of many words. He was, however, a brilliant man."
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"The last kid who sold to these guys ended up with a tire iron upside the head."
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"Great."
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"People in glass houses, Hail."
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"Maybe I don't."
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"So then let her glower at me. I'm used to it."
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"and caused him to have his first heart attack."
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"Boy, you really cleaned out the buffet, huh?"
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"- Hey. - Hey."
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"Paychecks are handed out on Mondays."
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"You guys want to go maybe grab us some seats?"
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"Jimmy, I'm okay."
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"- How's Mom? Is she up yet? - Yeah."
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"so you don't have to deal with her, that's fine-- I'm just not gonna be a part of it."
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"You are a part of it, whether you want to be or not."
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"Thanks. But that's my job."
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"Please, just tell me what's going on."
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"They left that chapter out of the manual."
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"This isn't... This isn't supposed to happen to us. We're not that family."
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"Each person here wants to share their concern for you."
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"because she wouldn't get help, even though I asked her to."
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"I'll put the bag in the car."
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"Neither are those video games or the wisdom of Chuck Klosterman."
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"- What's going on? Everything okay? - No."
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"- Could you give us just a minute? - Yeah."
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"I'm so sorry, Sandy."
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"I guess, while we were away, he sort of, like,"
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"Oh, well, we thought we'd have dinner as a family."
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"- What are you talking about? - Ryan knows."
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"You're gonna kill him!"
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"- What am I supposed to think? - I didn't hook up with him."
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"Cal!"
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"He didn't want to worry you. You were his little girl."
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"That would just, you know, be there for him."
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"Yeah, well, everyone's looking at me like I'm the grieving stepdaughter."
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"Hey. Man, I'm so sorry about your grandfather."
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"Oh, I don't know, gamma rays of hate shooting out of your eyeballs."
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"- Yo, what's up? We had a deal! - We're renegotiating, Garden Grove-style."
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"I don't know who you are or what you're doing here..."
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"Listen, man, we're gonna calm down, and we're gonna calm down right now, okay?"
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"- Yeah. Sure thing. - Thanks."
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"Oh. You mean like that rehab brochure I found, you just forgot to mention."
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"Her dad died. She's sad. She's having a few drinks."
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"Weird tension with Trey, and then you don't even bother to make up an excuse."
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"How could you, man? I would have done anything for you."
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"Hmm. I never saw that one."
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"You got to go, Trey."
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"I have a funeral to go to in a couple of hours, so I got to keep it brief, but..."
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"I will fear no evil, for you are with me."
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"I've never seen her like this."
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"I'll see you soon, sis."
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"Sandy... I need your help."
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"plan your afternoon accordingly."
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"Ryan."
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"Is everybody okay?"
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"I don't want you to say anything..."
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"Oh, sorry, one sec."
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"Okay, Coop... you want to tell me what that was about between you and Trey?"
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"Are you happy?"
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"And I brought your favorite powdered-sugar doughnuts from 7-Eleven."
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"Well, then, uh, how about you and I go? You and me."
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"Huh?"
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"All the time you were partying and doing drugs,"
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"I guess if I still worked here, I could make the drinks myself."
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"I could get her out of the house. Maybe a day at the spa."
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"Going somewhere?"
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"and that's more than I can say for you!"
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"How long would she go away for?"
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"- Come on in, Ryan. You should hear this. - Yeah."
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"Maybe I should have told you earlier."
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"I don't know."
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"- Hi. - Hey, Cohen."
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"I know what happened with you and Marissa."
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"Really? That's a surprise, considering you met her face- down in a pool."
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"Ryan, granted, I got a little more of Dad's bad luck."
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"Maybe I haven't been to sleep yet. Something's come up."
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"We are gathered here today to pay our last respects to Caleb Nichol."
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"At least you don't have everyone asking if you're the guy that burned down Caleb's model home"
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"You would not believe the North Shore."
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"I needed someplace public."
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"But after this, I am done."
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"Ready, Trey? Bye, party people."
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"It's bad enough this has to go down at the place I work at, but with Ryan here?"
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"Boy, we got a lot of leftovers, and the food is still arriving by the truckload."
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"Great."
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"That is, if I had a Ph.D."
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"There might be a charger in your dad's office. I'm going to get ready."
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"Cohen, no offense, but you're being self-involved again."
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"What if I decided to stay? What if, you know, we gave it another shot?"
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"I got the take-out menus covered."
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"Let me ask you a question."
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"What's going on?"
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"It wasn't my idea, Trey. I didn't want to steal that car."
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"Walk away."
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"You're gonna have to shoot me."
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"Uh-huh. What's going on here?"
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"I can meet you right away. I want to."
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"- Hey, Jules. - Jimmy. What are you doing here?"
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"- I'm real happy for you. - For us."
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"I don't know if anything's gonna help."
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"Um, funeral food is, like, so depressing."
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"And you know Seth's been through a lot in the last couple of days, and..."
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