[Tim and Nathan knock on a front door]
Good evening Mr or Mrs Tree Hill resident [Tim holds up two cookie boxes] We are selling these delicious cookie to raise money for Lady Leprechauns, an organization that empowers us girls to be strong, beautiful, independent women of tomorrow.
I told you; I got dressed, I threw up at my parent's house, brushed, flossed and went to the beach.
Ok, hard image to forget. Uh, but, I meant more like, uh, I don't know; how your heart got there. Marriage is big. I don't know how you trust somebody for your whole life. I can't even date somebody with that escape hatch.
I don't know if it was so much about trusting Nathan, which I do, it was more about trusting myself.
[Garage sale is happening on Brooke's front lawn.]
Hey, be careful with that. It's Venetian, and I'm not talking Vegas. [to Mouth] You finding anything?
Just this picture frame. [the frame still has a picture of Brooke inside].
Hi. We didn't recognize the address. We won't buy anything.
It's ok, we sold my pride around 8:30. I'd rather see you wearing my clothes than these 50 year old wannabes. So I'll give you the good friend discount.
[Haley walks away to look at things.]
You gave up your family's money to be poor, Nate.
You know what they say Brooke, money can't buy love.
Maybe so, but my mom sure had a good run renting it for a while.
I just wanted to say hello.
Nathan got into High Flyers. And, he couldn't have done it without you, so I ... I just thought you'd care to know.
Son, the mistake you're making is you think I care. About you, about the team, about anything. I lost the only thing I cared about a long time ago.
You know, I have this picture in my room, of the team, from your 500th win. Now the man in that photo looks like a guy to me that still cares about something. We need you coach... Not just to win games. We need you in our lives. Have the surgery.
Yeah, I know. I was just wondering if I could post this flyer on your board. I'm auditioning bands for a local talent night.
All ages night? Tell you what, you can post it if you take your shirt off.
Emo's crap. [Peyton's t-shirt says 'Finding Emo']. Gives punk a bad name.
Huh. Well, I guess those that can't do, sell records. You insult all your customers this way?
Well, since we're not really open, you're not really a customer.
Whatever, I'm going to school.
Don't forget your 'Get Up Kids' lunch box.
[hangs flyer] You know, it's real punk to be up at 7 am doing inventory.
Wait a second, you...you don't have a bed, do you? Did you...tell me, you didn't have sex in my bed, Brooke.
I'm already washing your sheets.
Oh my god, oh, Brooke, uh!
Brooke [pointing to Peyton and Anna] They already yelled at me! What is the big deal?
The big deal is that, first of all, you did not thank me for helping you with the CDs, second of all, you had sex in my bed, and third, you ate all the brownies.
Actually, I had a couple.
Haley's right. The point is that I've been deceptive. Just not so much that I lied to anyone's face. It's more about what I didn't say.
Uh! Okay, there is a big difference between a lie, and a little white lie.
Okay. Wait, what white lie?
[To Peyton] You know what? If we're talking about bad behavior, you might wanna sit this on out.
What is that supposed to mean?
It's supposed to mean that Peyton's the one you should be looking at, not me.
Why? She's not the one acting like a perfect little Stepford wife.
Why are you picking on Haley? She's throwing us a slumber party.
Actually, she was throwing us a slumber party. You just butted in!
[To Peyton] What are you gonna do? Snort her? Listen, I didn't throw this slumber party for you. You threw it for yourself and you know it!
Well, at least I didn't lie to my husband, about hanging out with Chris.
Brooke...well, Peyton did cocaine with that Rick-guy.
What is wrong with you! Crack-whore!