Seth and Summer

 Summer: "Hey, don't you wanna introduce me to more people?"
Seth: "No. Because I know the only reason you came as my date is so I can introduce you to guys who just stare at your chest."
Summer: "Who was staring at my chest?"
Seth: "And they don't know anything about you, they don't know that in third grade, everyday you shared your lunch with this little squirrel, who's lunch kept getting stolen by a fat squirrel."
Summer: "I hated that fat squirrel."
Seth: "And they don't know about how your hand shook when you had to read that poem aloud in class."
Summer: "What poem?"
Seth: "'I Want To Be A Mermaid'"
Summer: "That was like, in sixth grade, I barely remember that."
Seth: "'I want to be a mermaid, to swim along the sea, and I want all the fish..."
Summer kisses Seth.

Seth: I'm going 70 to a 65.
Summer: 80 is the new 70.
Seth: What? Who talks like that?
Summer: Who gets past by a van full of nuns? Oh. Wait. Who? Cohen does!
Seth: They have God on their side, Summer. Okay. I'm not going to beat Jesus.

Summer: This is a nightmare. I'm sweating to death. Driving 10 miles an hour. I'm like a rigshaw listening to this music.
Seth: Hey! Do not insult Death Cab.
Summer: It's like one guitar and a whole lotta complaining.
Seth: That reminds me of someone else who's doing a whole lotta complaining, Summer. You! Listen to me. I'm driving this vehicle and I'm gonna drive at the speed that I'm comfortable. Okay. It is my music, it is my snacks.
Summer: Kudos and Goldfish! What are you 8?
Seth: Ryan, Marissa, say goodbye to Summer. (begins to pull out of the road)
Summer: What are you doing?
Seth: Leaving you at the center of the road.

Seth: Hey, it's a real sentimetery streak you got there, Summer.
Summer: Trouser it, Cohen. It's too early for your so-called comedy.
Seth: You enjoy my comedy. You know what else I think you enjoy? Me.
Summer: That's because you're mentally unstable.
Seth: Be that as it may, but I think the facts speak for themselves. May I remind of you a little something that I like to call, The time that you kissed me at the pool at my grandfather's birthday party.
Summer: What are you talking about?
Seth: Okay. I know that denial is a very powerful coping mechanism. But I just think, Summer that it's time we pay lip service to our lip service.
Summer: Two words: No tongue.
Seth: Well, you did agree to take this little trip with me down to Mexico away.
Summer: I needed a ride.
Seth: We shared the same bed.
Summer: I wasn't going to sleep in that couch. It smelled like these eggs.
Seth: You ate my toast, Summer.
Summer: I like crust, Seth.
Seth: Face it. Our chemistry is undeniable.
Summer: You know what else is undeniable?
Seth: What?
Summer: The pain this fork will cost when I jam it into your eye! I suffer from rage blackouts.
Seth: I'm gonna get the check.

Seth: I still don't understand why we needed to get two rooms. I'm gonna leave you my key, just in case you get lonely.
Summer: Or, in case, I wanna smother you with your pillow while you're sleeping.
Seth: Whatever turns you on