Summer: *About the flying saucer* Maybe there's less to figure out than there is to understand.

Summer: That is getting so old.
Dylan: Considering you can read my mind, I don't have many options.
Summer: I can't read your mind. I just feel stuff. And you can stop hitting on me entirley.
Dylan: No I can't do that. You and I are destiny.

Summer: I see things.
Jack: Do you see dead people?
Summer: I see you suffer from a massive infority complex.
Jack: I try to hide that so well.