Ben McKenzie: Ryan Atwood

The Model Home

Ryan Atwood

Marissa: [walks into model home as Ryan lights it with candles. Hallelujah is playing] This song reminds me of you.
Ryan: I thought you were with Luke.
Marissa: I was.
[hesitates]
Marissa: I don't know why I'm here, I just wanted to see you... I mean, you're leaving tomorrow!... and what if I never... we never... maybe I could spend the night? Just to hang out...
Ryan: You can't stay. If you stay, if we spend the night... I... I don't know that I could leave.
Marissa: Well, then don't!
Ryan: Ya, and you'll go back to school in the fall, and I'll just what? Hang around here? Hiding like some ghost? Cops find me and I'll have to disappear again?
[moves closer]
Ryan: We're from different worlds.
Marissa: [takes a deep breath] That's not true.
Ryan: I'm not like you. Go. Please... go.

Ryan: What kind of music do you listen to?
Marissa: Right now, punk.
Seth: Yeah, I am sorry, but Avril Lavigne doesn't count as punk.
Marissa: Oh yeah? Well, what about the Cramps? Stiff Little Fingers? The Clash? Sex Pistols?
Seth: I listen to the same music as Marissa Cooper? I think I have to kill myself.

Seth: Dude, what did you tell her?
Ryan: I didn't tell her anything. I think the black turtleneck in August tipped her off.
Seth: Okay, I was going for stealth, and also it's slimming.

Ryan: So how long you been with him?
Marissa: Luke? Um... I don't know really.
Seth: I know. Fifth grade, when you two got your mack on during our class trip to the Museum of Tolerance. Back of the bus. Classy lady.