Summer: Cohen. What are you doing?
Seth: Nothing. Why?
Summer: Looks like you're humping the hot dog stand.
Summer: (smacking Seth) What the hell do you think you're doing? This isn't a game, Cohen. You could have gotten hurt.
Seth: Good thing I didn't.
Summer: What do you want from me, Cohen?
Seth: I just want you.
Summer: No you don't. You had me. You had me at Chrismukkah in a freakin' Wonderwoman costume and you chose Anna. You had me three months ago and you left.
Seth: I want to make that up to you.
Summer: It has nothing to do with me. It's about you. And it is always about you. What you need and what you want. You know, it seems you only want me when you can't have me. You like the chase, and that's all. So you know what? You can have it.
