Sandy: Morning. Hey, are you all right?
Ryan: Yeah, it's just a cramp.
Sandy: How far did you go?
Ryan: Umm, nine, ten miles.
Sandy: Ooh, wouldn't it be easier if you just said "Sandy, there's something bothering me, can you give me some advice?"
Ryan: Yes it would, but where's the fun in that?
Summer: Okay, so you want to get Ryan to tell you that he wants you to go to Berkeley without knowing that you already got into Berkeley?
Summer: And how are you going to do that?
Taylor: Easy, I just need to get him to tell me that he loves me.
Summer: Uh huh. Ryan talking about his feelings, now that would be an Earth-shattering event.
(Ryan's carrying a drunk Taylor up to her room)
Taylor: I don't understand how you're not drunk.
Ryan: Oh, it's the Atwood genes. We're built to withstand massive quantities of alcohol.
Frank: Your mother doesn't think I'm boring.
Kaitlin: Well, that's because you're sleeping with her.
Frank: Can you not say that sort of thing?
Kaitlin: Well, what do you want me to say? I mean is it true in prison on your first day you learn how to make someone your bitch?
Taylor: I don't know what to say.
Ryan: That's a first.
Summer: I just assumed you guys have been together for a while and you seem pretty happy and thought why wouldn't you have said I love you. I have an idea. Why don't you?
Summer: For her birthday! You should because the book of poems is awesome but add that special little I love you, as a girl, I don't know. Me personally, I get chills.
Ryan: Does Taylor expect me to tell her that I love her on her birthday?
Summer: What? No. I don't know. I gotta go.