Jamie: Leave me alone.
Chuck: No, you cape wearing baby.
Jamie: I'll have my mom beat your mom up.
Haley: If your brat does not leave my son alone, I'll have Jamie beat him up.
Bitch Mom: Come and get it, little girl.
Haley: Oh, Oh, you did not just call me that.
Bitch Mom: Oh, yes I did.
[Girlfight]
Nathan: My girl is a badass. It's hot.
Nathan: I'll make my son cool by becoming Cape Wearing Nathan, my super power is dunking basketballs. And I can also jump on trampolines. Why don't I play a game called Slamball? It's all about dunking basketballs while jumping off trampolines.
Haley: I'm sorry that I tried to force feed PBC on you. I thought you could handle it.
Brooke: I tried but I'm not like you. Everything you touch turns nice, exhibit Nathan.
Haley: Everything Nathan touches turns cool, exhibit me or my cape wearing son.
Brooke: No, I think Jamie was cool from the beginning. He's a Scott boy, it's in the genes.
Haley: I am still iffy about this theory. You wouldn't touch Lucas with a ten foot pole until he joined the basketball team.
Brooke: And that just reinforced the "everything Nathan touches turns cool" theory.
Haley: Oh yeah, you're right!
PBC: People always leave.
Brooke: Where have I heard that before? Here's the deal. Breakfast, my house, seven sharp. Or one more person will leave.
PBC: Fine, I can't deal with that Peyton baggage, it's exhausting.
Peyton: B. Davis says that we will never work out.
Lucas: That was mean. When did Brooke quit being a Pucas cheerleader?
Peyton: Not Brooke, you goof. B. Davis Magazine.
Lucas: Oh, okay.
Peyton: Ooh, I've got an idea. Let's have sex in your mother's bed.
Lucas: Yeww, creepy. [Later] I'm sorry I can't get it up under contrived circumstances.
Peyton: That's okay. Since we care more about Slamball than Ravens basketball right now, let's spend the whole day locked in the house to prove we really don't belong with each other. Ooh, I've got an idea. Let's tape a line down the house.
Lucas: And since we were not in the Tutoring Center during the school shooting, it seems slightly less creepy.
Mouth: Hi, Gigi. I have a girlfriend. You're my new hot intern who used to go out with me back in high school. And now I have a girlfriend. Are you still suffering from inapropriate verbal diarrhea? I still have a girlfriend.
Gigi: Yes, it hasn't gone away. I think you are also affected. Didn't you mention having a girlfriend three times? I kind of forget stuff as soon as they pass over my head.
Mouth: Yes, I have a girlfriend. I am still in disbelief, that they gave me back my on-air job after being voted the worst employee in the Universe, I've got a new office, my own shelf in the lunch room fridge, and a hot intern. Oh, and I have a girlfriend.
Gigi: Want to get it on, Sexy?
Mouth: Oh, boy.
Jamie: Grandpa Dan, why are people picking on me?
Dan: You're a Scott man. And Scott men are popular. And people are jealous of Scott men. And if you don't become an ace at basketball, I'll write you off in my will.
Jamie: Aren't you supposed to die in less than six months?
Dan: Jamie, are you poking the timeline? Don't do that.
Dan: Hey Bitch Mom! Dan Scott, Jamie's grandfather. Remember, I committed cold blooded murder. If I were you, I'll watch my back. [Drives away]
Bitch Mom: [Shudders] What sort of parents would let their kid hang out with a convicted murderer?
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