Episode Quotes
Lucas: I was waiting to give you the ring until I was sure I had another book in me. I just don't want you to end up regretting me because I can't finish.
Lindsey: I would never regret you
Lucas: You say that now but what if I'm not Lucas the writer, but Lucas the small town basketball couch. What if that's all I'm ever gonna be!
Lindsey: Then I'd be the small town basketball coach's wife. Look at me Lucas! I don't love you for your book, I love you for the mind that book sprung from. And I don't care if you never write another word again. You will always be more than a small town basketball coach, because you'll be the man that I love.
Skills: Man, we ain't never gonna beat Le Salle if you gonna be late.
Nathan: Actually were never gonna beat Le Salle even if you're on time.
Lucas: Well, maybe I should have spent last night planning a strategy to win instead of getting engaged.
Skills: Definitely. Wait, hold on, did you just say engaged?
Nathan: Congratulations big brother. That's awesome.
Skills: No doubt baby. Way to go! So who's the lucky girl?
Lucas: You're kidding, right?
Nathan: No, that's a legit question. I mean we figure with Peyton back in town it could be anybody's ball game.
Skills: It could even Brooke by now, right.
Lucas: Stop. It's Lindsey.
Skills: Excellent choice!
Nathan: Looks like things may work out for you after all.
(at Peyton's mother's grave)
Peyton: Hi Mom. So is there any way that there's like a cosmic loophole that could allow you to talk to me? Because I could really use one of those mother/daughter talks all the other girls are raving about. Alright, well, um … Lucas has asked another girl to marry him. I know right, who does he think he is asking some beautiful, brilliant, successful editor over the unemployed girl who said someday? What do I do now, Mom? Where do I go from here? (a heart-shaped leaf falls onto Keith's gravestone) Thanks Mom.
Peyton: Hey. Think maybe Whitey will let you out of practice early so we can catch a movie?
Lucas: What are you doing Peyton?
Peyton: Just pretending for a second that we're still seventeen and nothing's changed. Would you believe I actually met a girl that lives vicariously through us? At least us in the book.
Lucas: Sure I do. It was a great story to be a part of but it also took place a long time ago.
Peyton: I know. I didn't come here to rehash the past. I was reminded today in a roundabout way that the most perfect act of love is sacrifice. It's what Keith did for Karen; burying his feelings for her for all those years so he could be a good friend. I love you Lucas. And I think I have since the first moment we locked eyes and it is going to suck but if what you want is for me to let go then I'm gonna do it. Be happy Luke. I want that with all my heart.
Lucas: (voiceover; scene changes between Brooke comforting Peyton and Lucas with Lindsay) Suddenly it was as if the roar of the crowd, and the cheers of my team mates were all sounding from a thousand miles away, and what remained in that bizzare muffled silence was only Peyton, the girl whose art and passion and beauty had changed my life. In that moment, my triumph was not a state championship but simple clarity, the realization that we'd always been meant for each other and every instinct to the contrary had simply been a denial of the following truth: I was now and always would be in love with Peyton Sawyer.
Peyton: No, don't marry her, Luke!
Lucas: Peyton you can't --
Peyton: Am I crazy? Do you not feel what I have felt every day that we've been apart for the last three years? Because I have felt there is this vital piece of me that's been missing. And I tried to fill it, Luke. I tried to fill it with work and friends and music. And it stayed empty until last night when you kissed me. And my entire universe snapped back into focus. Lucas, look me in the eyes and tell me that that kiss did not feel exactly the same as it felt three years ago.
Lucas: I'm in love with her, Peyton
(Peyton is crying on the couch holding a copy of Lucas' book)
Brooke: Tell me you are not lying here torturing yourself with a copy of Lucas's book.
Peyton: (quoting the book) In that moment my triumph was not a state championship, but a moment of clarity.
Brooke: I've read it honey, I know how it ends.
Peyton: (crying) That's funny, because it seems Lucas has forgotten. Oh Brooke, he asked Lindsay to marry him.
Brooke: What? That's crazy.
Peyton: Maybe, or maybe crazy is me, thinking that he could still have feelings for me after all these years.
Brooke: But we both know Lucas has a history of throwing himself into the wrong relationship, especially when he can't admit the truth about who he loves.
Peyton: (closing voiceover) Dear Molly, this is gonna sound a little strange but I'd like you to paint over my old closet door. The thing is there is never a time when you will be more honest, and your convictions will be stronger, and your motives will be more pure than they are right now. Which means you should chase whatever excites you. Be confident, and take risks, and paint over my words so you can start writing your own. My story may have inspired you, but I'm certain your story will inspire the next girl to live in our room. I want you to know you don't need somebody to write about you in order for your life to mean something. You can write about yourself… make your own destiny. Then years from now the next girl will keep what you write on that door long enough to remind you how inspired your life is. And you can tell that girl to paint over the door because you realize the words you wrote, the friends you had, the urgency you felt will always be there under the paint. The love you professed will always be there, the spark of something undeniable, a seed of hope, the truth for better or for worse burning fiercely just below the surface. Love Peyton.
