(ending voice-over) A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds. And when the weeds begin to grow it's like a garden full of snow. And when the snow begins to fall it's like a bird upon the wall. And when the bird away does fly it's like an eagle in the sky. And when the sky begins to roar it's like a lion at the door. And when the door begins to crack it's like a stick across your back. And when your back begins to smart it's like a penknife in your heart. And when your heart begins to bleed, you're dead and dead and dead indeed.
I'm having your baby, Lucas Scott. Our baby. We're pregnant. And oh God, I know it's sudden. I just really want you to be okay with it, because i'm very, very ok with it. And oh, it's early, I mean it's too early. It's too early to even tell anybody. I just...
Like I said, you don't know me. I'm not the same girl from the store that night she's gone. You took my life, and you turned it into a nightmare. And all I have though about is that I hate you. I hate you.
(Sam appears at the door along with Julian and Jack)
(To Attacker) I hate you. I hate you so much. But you're not worth any more of my time. And you're not worth my life. (Hits Attacker with the gun) You have a nice night.
Hi. I'm sorry. I know that we were supposed to look at costumes today. I've just been totally turned around dealing with... fashion femme fatale thwarts killer! The press. Can't they just go back to stalking Britney or something?
Oh, come on. "Hot clothing designer tracks down attacker and exacts revenge." If you're not gonna sell me the movie rights, you should at least ame the tabloid.
Brooke, you were attacked by a guy in a mask. Even if you had reported it, the chances of the police finding him were slim to none. It's not your fault.
All right, let's see what you got. Sketches of costumes for business meeting, check. Slightly moody lighting in case I have totally lost my mojo and this is actually a date, check. Okay. Beer says "Come on in, get comfortable, let's talk business." “Wine says do me." Hard liquor it is okay.
Okay, right. Yeah, well, let's just make sure we're paying the minimums, 'cause the last thing we need is the union on our ass. Uh, were you just on your way out? We were meeting tonight, right?
So, we have home- and away-game ravens jerseys, and for the popular kids, if you want to keep it realistic, cheerleading uniforms, lettermen jackets, and a lot of jeans.
No, perennially disappointed father. I took my mom's last name so I could make it on my own, but time and again, I go back to my dad for help. And time and again, he makes me feel like a failure. But one of these days.
Let me tell you why you're not gonna direct this movie. Because you can't identify with this world. I want a director who can recreate the feeling I get every time I step out onto the river court at night. I want someone who can explain to the audience why one song can instantly change Peyton's mood. Someone who can recognize that there are two completely different sides to Brooke Davis, both of which are amazing. I want a director who can make the little things the big things. And you are just not the guy to do that.
I know. When I first got here everyone thought I came for a girl... the girl in the book. But I only came here to make a movie. But now it turns out everyone was right. I am here for the girl in the book... the other girl.
Does that look like Mr.Popular to you? I know you're not the person you were in high school 'cause i'm not either. And i'm glad 'cause... that kid would've never stood a chance with you.
I was THE Mathlete. But, i'm not anymore, and I don't want high school, Brooke. I'm sorry to breakdown your feelings but was meant to describe who the character was before anyone got to know the real person. :[(Julian gives Brooke a list)] That's the breakdown describing the Brooke Davis I'm looking for.
"Gorgeous brunette with an amazing energy and smile. Funny. Intelligent. Kind-hearted. Strong-headed. Simple. Complicated. Motherly. Childish. Tough. Sensitive. Beautiful. Way cooler than she was in high school."
