Seth: Do you have her cellphone number?
Summer: What? We're not going to call her. She's not a moron, just evil.
Seth: We're not going to call her, my little dim sum, we're going to text her. Or should I say, Dean Hess is.
(hands her a sidekick)
Summer: You got the bedazzled one?! Pink, too?! Wait, we can't text her an apology. We're texting her an apology?
Seth: Nope, an invitation. I got a room at the Mermaid Motel.
Summer: You mean the place where Ryan may or may not have conceived Theresa's baby and where Marissa's mom and Luke got it on?
Seth: Newport's very own den of sin.
Kirsten: Sit. You are having Eggs Benedict Gruyere avec Paté de Foie.
Sandy: Something smells ... fancy
Summer: You know, college fairs are kind of like shopping. It's all about brand recognition.
Seth: Did you know Princeton was once called the College of New Jersey.
Seth: Ryan's about a yellow slicker and a graveyard away from becoming the Gorton's fisherman.
Summer: Huh. Yeah, not getting the reference.
Sandy: I for one, I love The Tofu. Tofuna. Tofurkey. Tobagel. Cream Tocheese. Too much?
Seth: It was a valiant effort.
Seth: Hey. It's The Return of the Not-So-Ancient Mariner.