The O.C.2003

Summer:
Ugh, this bikini is so uncomfortable. I need to go get a new one. You want to go to South Coast?

Marissa:
Totally. There's a Paul Frank sale there on Wednesday.

Summer:
Wednesday? I can't. I have plans with Zach.

Marissa:
Oh, more plans with Zach, huh?

Summer:
Yes. The more time I spend with Zach, the less time I have to think about - God, what's his face? Built like a beanpole, curly hair, runs away like a little b*tch on a sailboat leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend who cried and cried over him till the Fourth of July when she decided she doesn't cry over b*tches on boats.

Marissa:
Seth. His name. It's Seth.

Summer:
I know. I'm just doing that thing where I pretend I don't and I have to use a lot of descriptive insults to give voice to my inner pain.