Summer: (to Taylor) No, I think we’re just too embarrassed to face each other. Either that, or he’s treading water until he gets to Brown and finds a big pair of pale New England boobs to replace me.
Taylor: Now, I am not a licensed sex therapist. But my father was, and before he ran away, he used to conduct these sessions with real couples in our basement.
Seth: Listen, as we speak, your new, uh, sometimes kinda girlfriend is probably sitting by, cradling a hunk of plaster waiting for you to make a move. So you can either dwell on the past, go see Jess or live for the now. Now go give Sadie a call.
Taylor: Don't you worry that Seth's eye will wander? All those young coeds. You, the familiar old shoe.
Summer: Hmm. I'll have you know, Taylor, that I am like five levels hotter than him.
Taylor: Summer, the libido does not listen to logic. At this age, men are driven by a reptilian force -- Spread the seed. Spread the seed. Spread the seed.
Seth: Who knew my new PlayStation idol would be your new girlfr— new...
Seth: Friend ... Girl friend.
Summer: Nice save.
Sadie: I think friend is the word.
Ryan: I'm gonna get that.
Sadie: Nice dodge.
Seth: Is that a no to the Wheelbarrow?
Summer: I'll Wheelbarrow you.