The O.C.2003

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

Seth:
You know what Summer? No.

Summer:
What?

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

Summer:
That is not true. Ok, maybe a little.

Seth:
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:
Which guy was staring at my b*obs?

Seth:
Who cares. The point is that they don't care about you. They don't know who you are, in fact I'll bet that none of these guys knows that every day of third grade you used to share your lunch with that little skinny squirrel who kept getting his nuts stolen by that big fat squirrel.

Summer:
I hated that mean squirrel!

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

Summer:
Poem? What poem?

Seth:
'I... wish I were a mermaid'

Summer:
You remember that? That was, like, sixth grade.

Seth:
'I wish I were a mermaid, and friends with all the fish. A shiny tail and sea shells, that [Summer kisses him] would be my wish.'