Rien à dire, juste à lire. Mais quand même...Sum', on sait
que tu "enjoy him". Faut arrêter de te voiler la face ;)
Seth : So...Tijuana.
Summer : Yeah...
Seth : You think we should've woken up Ryan and Marissa?
Summer : No, they looked so cute together. Vomit.
Seth : Hey it's a real sentimental streak you got there, Summer.
Summer : Trouser it, Cohen. It's too early for your so called comedy. (> O_o Comment ça trop tot? Il est jamais trop tot pour du Cohen, voyons!)
Seth : You enjoy my comedy.
Summer : (fronce les sourcils)
Seth : You know what else I think you enjoy? Me.
Summer : Well, that's because you're mentally unstable.
Seth : Be that as it may, I think that facts speak for themselves. May I remind you of a little something I'd like to call, the time you kissed me by the pool at my grandfather's birthday party.
Summer : What are you talking about?
Seth : Okay, I know that denial is a very powerful coping mechanism. But I just think Summer, that it's time that we paid lip service to our lip service.
Summer : Two words : no tongue.
Seth : Well, you did agree to take this little trip down to Mexico.
Summer : I needed a ride.
Seth : We shared the same bed.
Summer : I wasn't going to sleep on the couch, it smelled like these eggs.
Seth : You ate my toast, Summer.
Summer : I like crusts, Seth.
Seth : Face it, our chemistry is undeniable.
Summer : You know what else is undeniable?
Seth : What?
Summer : The pain this fork is going to cause when I jam it into your eye.
(Seth la regarde)
Summer : (elle sourit) I suffer from rage blackouts.
Seth : I'm just, uh, check. (fait signe au serveur)