Seth quotes :D:D
The Pilot - 101
Seth: (to Ryan) Oh, looks like someone's trying to be a hero but you got a little cocky. X O, X O it's an unbeatable combination. Oh, oh, ... (nearly shouting, excited) OH! What happened to your head, dude? Where did it go? I'm sorry did someone die? Oh, hey, do you want to play Grand Theft Auto? It's pretty cool, you can like, steal cars ... not that that's cool. Or uncool, I don't know, um-
Seth: Welcome to the dark side.
Seth: Summer's right over there. (quickly) Look. I'm sorry, don't look. Don't look. But I mean you can look, but don't look like you're looking.
Seth: Wow. I'm sorry. I should really learn to knock in case there's a threesome going on in the bathroom.
Seth: You guys really wouldn't hurt me, because, you know, that'd be so cliched. (they lift him up) Oh, I guess you're fans of the cliché.
The Model House - 102
Seth: You know what I was thinking? I think that this being your last night and all, we should do something special. I don't know what. Possibly get a couple of tattoos or some hookers and lose our virginity. Right? Okay, dude, I don't know. There's a shark movie at the IMAX. If that's what you're into.
Seth: Nothing. We're just hanging out. Oh look, (points to the gift in Marissa's hands) it's somebody's birthday. I guess my invitation probably got lost in the mail.
Seth: I'm sorry, uh, Avril Lavigne doesn't count as punk.
Marissa: Oh yeah? Well, what about The Cramps? Still Little Fingers? The Clash? Sex Pistols?
Seth: I listen to the same music as Marissa Cooper? I think I have to kill myself.
Luke: Shut up, queer.
Seth: Well, at least I don't shave my chest.
Luke: What'd you say?
Seth: I just said you look nice in a sweater vest. It was a compliment.
Seth: "You know what I like about rich kids?" BAM! "Nothing." Hey Ryan, you wouldn't consider ME rich would you? I'd be more upper middle class?
Sandy: The minute you were born, I knew, that I would never take another easy breath again without knowing you were safe.
Seth: So I'm like asthma?
The Gamble - 103
Jimmy: How's your mom?
Seth: Uh, married.
The Debut - 104
Summer: So, like, what am I supposed to do?
Seth: (coughs) Over here. (whistles)
Summer: Fine. Let’s go.
Seth: (gets up excitedly) Are you sure? Because…if-if you’re not totally…
Summer: Just don’t talk to me.
Seth: All right, I get it. Our connection’s a little bit deeper than words. (She looks at him) That’s it, I’m done. I’m sorry. Uh, chock full of quiet now.
Seth: Wow, you're a really good barbeque... sionist.
Seth: You're a Cohen now. Welcome to the world of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.
Seth: Dude, you just got your butt kicked and you didn't even fight back! You really are a Cohen.
Seth: If this has anything to do with the rug, I just want to say that Ryan had nothing to do with it.
Kirsten: What rug?
Seth: I'm gonna go now...
Seth: (to Ryan) Oh, looks like someone's trying to be a hero but you got a little cocky. X O, X O it's an unbeatable combination. Oh, oh, ... (nearly shouting, excited) OH! What happened to your head, dude? Where did it go? I'm sorry did someone die? Oh, hey, do you want to play Grand Theft Auto? It's pretty cool, you can like, steal cars ... not that that's cool. Or uncool, I don't know, um-
Seth: Welcome to the dark side.
Seth: Summer's right over there. (quickly) Look. I'm sorry, don't look. Don't look. But I mean you can look, but don't look like you're looking.
Seth: Wow. I'm sorry. I should really learn to knock in case there's a threesome going on in the bathroom.
Seth: You guys really wouldn't hurt me, because, you know, that'd be so cliched. (they lift him up) Oh, I guess you're fans of the cliché.
The Model House - 102
Seth: You know what I was thinking? I think that this being your last night and all, we should do something special. I don't know what. Possibly get a couple of tattoos or some hookers and lose our virginity. Right? Okay, dude, I don't know. There's a shark movie at the IMAX. If that's what you're into.
Seth: Nothing. We're just hanging out. Oh look, (points to the gift in Marissa's hands) it's somebody's birthday. I guess my invitation probably got lost in the mail.
Seth: I'm sorry, uh, Avril Lavigne doesn't count as punk.
Marissa: Oh yeah? Well, what about The Cramps? Still Little Fingers? The Clash? Sex Pistols?
Seth: I listen to the same music as Marissa Cooper? I think I have to kill myself.
Luke: Shut up, queer.
Seth: Well, at least I don't shave my chest.
Luke: What'd you say?
Seth: I just said you look nice in a sweater vest. It was a compliment.
Seth: "You know what I like about rich kids?" BAM! "Nothing." Hey Ryan, you wouldn't consider ME rich would you? I'd be more upper middle class?
Sandy: The minute you were born, I knew, that I would never take another easy breath again without knowing you were safe.
Seth: So I'm like asthma?
The Gamble - 103
Jimmy: How's your mom?
Seth: Uh, married.
The Debut - 104
Summer: So, like, what am I supposed to do?
Seth: (coughs) Over here. (whistles)
Summer: Fine. Let’s go.
Seth: (gets up excitedly) Are you sure? Because…if-if you’re not totally…
Summer: Just don’t talk to me.
Seth: All right, I get it. Our connection’s a little bit deeper than words. (She looks at him) That’s it, I’m done. I’m sorry. Uh, chock full of quiet now.
Seth: Wow, you're a really good barbeque... sionist.
Seth: You're a Cohen now. Welcome to the world of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.
Seth: Dude, you just got your butt kicked and you didn't even fight back! You really are a Cohen.
Seth: If this has anything to do with the rug, I just want to say that Ryan had nothing to do with it.
Kirsten: What rug?
Seth: I'm gonna go now...