The O.C.2003

Summer Roberts:
What are you doing? I need you to introduce me to...

Seth Cohen:
Hey, you know what Summer? No.

Summer Roberts:
What?

Seth Cohen:
All you've done this whole evening is use me to meet rich, older guys.

Summer Roberts:
Ok, that is not true [Seth looks at her] Ok, maybe a little.

Seth Cohen:
Do you have any idea how depressing it is to listen to you babbling away about mergers and acquisitions while some guy just stares at your b*obs?

Summer Roberts:
Which guy was staring at my b*obs?

Seth Cohen:
Who cares. The point is that none of those guys really knows you. They don't care about who you really are. In fact, I'll bet they have no idea that every day of third grade you shared your lunch with that little skinny squirrel who kept getting his nuts stolen by that big fat squirrel.

Summer Roberts:
I hated that mean squirrel.

Seth Cohen:
And, none of those guys was there the day you had to read your poem aloud in class and your hand was shaking because you were so nervous and you cared what the other kids thought.

Summer Roberts:
Poem? What poem?

Seth Cohen:
"I... wish I was a mermaid"

Summer Roberts:
You remember that? That must've been, like, sixth grade.

Seth Cohen:
"I wish I was a mermaid, and friends with all the fish, a shiny tail and seashells, that's- [Summer kisses him] what I would wish"