Ephram: Look, Amy, I know this sucks for you because of Colin and I want to be there for you, I do, but I can't do this anymore. I can't keep being your second choice, not when you're my first.
Ephram: The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again.
Amy: Ok, four years ago you came to my little town. And you changed my life. I never thought that one person could do that to you, but you did. From the moment that I met you and each moment after that... somehow everything that happend to me, kept comming back to you. I don't know if the Faries Wheel reminds you of anything?
Ephram: Are you kiddin' me? How could I forget our first thaw-fest? It's where you first told me that your nickname was Grover.
Amy: I can't belive you remember that.
Ephram: I remember everything about us Amy.
Amy: Me too, See that's the thing. Everytime I try to forget, The feelings that I have for you, They just they keep comming back, I know they're back. And I don't wanna push them down anymore, I don't wanna run away from this because I never erh, wanna lose you again, I just wanna be with you, Next year, wherever you are.
Amy: And I'm sorry that it took me so long to figure it out, I really am because I-I hate all of the time that we lost and I know it's my fault and I just really hope that you could forgive me.
Amy: Because I love you Ephram, I love you
Ephram: [kisses her] It's my turn yet?
Ephram: Good, Cuz I love you too.
[With a broken voice]
Ephram: I knew it then and I know it now. I know it always, you're IT Amy. You're my one.
Amy: I am?
Ephram: [Smiles] You always have been
[They laugh and turns around and looks at the Faries Wheel]
Amy: You're on for a ride?
Ephram: In a second
[Turns towards Amy and kisses her, They kiss each other]
Laynie: Happy people depress me. Drunk, happy people make me want to slit my wrists.
Ephram: You know, you're the only guy I know who's so dark it turns me into an optimist. It's kinda scary.
Delia: I don't think I'm going to be a brain surgeon when I grow up.
Doctor Brown: No? Why not?
Delia: Well, for one thing, you have to wake up early. Even on Saturday.
Doctor Brown: Yeah, that can be a drawback.
Delia: And because I'm probably going to be a tap dancer.
Doctor Brown: I thought you were going to be a fireman.
Delia: I'm going to do that, too. During the day.
Ephram: [drunk] Greetings tree, I am your sprinkler.
Bright: Do you think if aliens would probe you, you'd still be considered a virgin?
Dr. Andrew Brown: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, excellent choice, Delia.
Ephram: Don't let her watch it.
Delia: Be quiet.
Dr. Andrew Brown: Am I missing something?
Ephram: Eight years of raising her. She can't watch that movie, it upsets her.
Delia: It does not.
Ephram: Well, that is if you don't count the screaming and nights on my floor.
Dr. Andrew Brown: Delia?
Delia: Well, it used to scare me, but it doesn't anymore.
Ephram: Ah, that's what she always says. Like a junkie begging for more smack.
Delia: I'm not a junkie, you're a junkie.
Dr. Andrew Brown: Nobody's a junkie in this house.
Andy: You haven't even touched your... millet pilaf, at least try it.
Delia: I don't want to.
Andy: Delia, this is not a request.
Delia: It tastes like shit.
Andy: What did you just say?
Delia: I said... it tastes... like shit.
[Ephram starts laughing]
Andy: All right, that's it. You go to your room right now. Ephram, stop laughing.
Ephram: [still laughing] I'm trying.
Andy: All right, you go to your room too. Everyone, go to their room this instant.
Linda: I actually don't have a room here.
Ephram: I'd like to take a moment and point out that this is by far the weirdest restaurant we've ever been to, and we're from New York City where we're regularly served by drag queens named Frank.
Older Car Salesman: She ain't much to look at that's true, but your girl will like her.
Ephram: Oh, I don't have a girl and I don't think that I'm going to be getting any with this thing. No offence, but this is kinda a mojo killer and I don't have any to spare.
Older Car Salesman: No the girl that's right for you - she'll like this car.
Ephram: What, some kind of weed out? Thanks but my face has that covered.
Older Car Salesman: There's a girl who you like, who likes you. She like's the car.
Ephram: A specific girl who likes this car?
Older Car Salesman: Don't listen to me. What does a guy with grease under his nails know about romance? Here, hop in your future awaits.
Ephram: If this is my future that even my past is starting to look good.
Phil Drebbles: People don't really want the truth, they just want good news.
Ephram: [to Andy] Look. I'm Superdad, let's fish and make waffles.
Dr. Andrew Brown: You know, when your mother died, a thousand people said a thousand stupid things to me and I just wanted one of them to give me a reason not to die.
Dr. Abbott: And behold the people, who had every attribute of dogs, except loyalty.
Ephram: [to Amy] I haven't made anything for myself here... except you.
Ephram: [to Bright] I'm sorry, I don't speak Dumbass.
Ephram: [to Bright] You guys choreograph the bathroom stall exit, and I'm the loser?
Dr. Andrew Brown: Now, if you choose not to respond to my parental authority, I should warn you, I have mind altering drugs in the other room and I'm not afraid to use them.
Amy: Smell. The cold smells like pine... or the pine smells like cold... something.
Bright: Uh, Dad, depending on how many people are there today, do you think I could borrow that rifle to shoot myself?
Colin: [to Bright] Hey, Johnny Tremain. Wanna see something that will knock your pantaloons off?
[Bright watches the marijuana being brought into the Abbott house]
Bright: This is totally great. The dudes at school are not gonna believe this.
Rose Abbot: [seeing her husband peer out the window] What are you looking for?
Dr. Abbott: Trouble.
Rose Abbot: Which starts with 'T', which rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pot'?
Dr. Abbott: Oh, joke away my dear. Once word gets out, every dope fiend and pot head within 50 miles is gonna come sniffing around this house.
Rose Abbot: And do what? Roll around on the front lawn stoned? Its not catnip, Harold.
[about being friend with Ephram]
Bright: He's not like us, Colin. Trust me, I know him and I know you. It's like ketchup and peanut butter... really bad.
Dr. Andrew Brown: How are things with you and Amy?
Ephram: I don't know, we haven't been talking that much.
Dr. Andrew Brown: Oh, yeah... when did this happen?
Ephram: A while ago, you were too busy being clueless.
Dr. Andrew Brown: Oh. What happened? Did you kiss her?
[Ephram looks at Andy in awe]
Dr. Andrew Brown: I'm not THAT clueless.
Laynie Hart: I hate that the egg rolls at Gino Chang's smell like lasagna.
Ephram: I hate that everything's a fest. Thaw fest, fly fest, pie fest. What does that even mean? What's so festive about catching a fish or watching a guy melt?
Laynie Hart: I hate that they call it "Main Street" even though it's pretty much the only one. Why don't they just call it "Street"?
Ephram: Do you have a subway map of another city covering one of the walls in your room?
Laynie Hart: Do you pick colleges based on how far away they are from here?
Ephram: Have you ever had that dream where you're trapped in a sewer for life, and you wake up and you're disappointed that you're still in Everwood?
Laynie Hart: Do you have a packed bag and a plane ticket in your room?
Ephram: Oh come on.
Laynie Hart: You don't believe me? I'll show you!
Ephram: No, I believe you. I've kept the bag around for a while, I just haven't gotten around to buying the ticket yet.
Dr. Andrew Brown: I'll make it up to you, I promise I won't cook dinner for a whole week.
Laynie: Nightmare, isn't it?
Ephram: What's going on, except my exact version of 'hell on earth'?
Laynie: Spoils of war. The result of a commercially financed assault against the unattached individual.
Ephram: Valentines Day?
Laynie: Week after is always the hardest. These newbie couples have the lifespan of a monarch butterfly. By Friday, the halls will be littered with their crispy corpses.
Bright: Sometimes your pride comes before your nads. Not often, but sometimes.
Laynie: I found him after school at the post office hanging around the outbound mail box. I think someone was trying to return him.
Dr. Andrew Brown: [in a letter to Julia] Dear Valentine, come away with me. If I had a day with you and you only, I would enjoy the simple things. The things that, in the end, when time steals the rest away, are the only things we'll remember. I would paddle you across a still lake in a rowboat and read poetry to you until you fall asleep and I would never think about the hours. Dear Valentine, if I had one day with you and you only... I would admire every line of your face, every strand of your hair... Every graceful movement of your hands or your eyes or your body. If I had one perfect day... Don't you see? My heart beats only for you. Dear Valentine, these are the things I remember of my love. A warm hand, a warm breath. Your warm mouth. Your arms around mine... I remember feeling safe, cease-less. Like one person. The two of us still, at rest, entwined... I remember how I felt the first time I kissed you. It felt like the high dive. What do you remember? How will I ever know what was inside your heart? Where did they go? All the things we think and feel but don't say. Dear Valentine... These are the things I never told you. These are the things I need you to know. That I loved you always. And my love was so big, it lives still after you're gone. I'd like to tell you that I would do it differently. That if I had one more day I would do everything right. But I know that isn't true. I'd make all the same mistakes. That is except one. I wouldn't say goodbye.
Bright: We were like Mike and Scottie. Only shorter... and whiter.
[to a girl he's going to get 'lucky' with after he spots his unconscious father]
Bright: I have to go help my dad. If I die and don't go to Heaven, I'm gonna be so pissed
Dr. Abbott: Newsflash Dr Brown, you're not here to save the world. Only to annoy it.
Ephram: Come on, you're a sock. Why do you have to fight me all the way up?
Ephram: [to Amy] You've turned your entire schedule into something the President couldn't even handle! Not that that's saying much!
Madison: Ephram, you left the house. Why, was it on fire?
Harold: We got here as fast as we could, which wasn't very fast.
Ephram: Look, I, last night, what I said, I, uh, I didn't, I mean, I uh think that you're a really really great singer and I, I uh shouldn't have said anything. OK? I'm sorry.
Madison: Was that an apology?
Ephram: It was supposed to be, uh yeah.
Madison: Not great.
Ephram: Oh well. It was a rough draft I was gonna polish it up and give it to ya a little later.
Edna: You like Linda, she likes you, and you're both nincompoops who do nothing about it.
Harold: Okay, then, Amy, you want a prescription? Here, I'll write you a prescription.
Harold: No, Rose, I don't know what else to do. I'm at my wits end.
[scribbles on a prescription pad]
Harold: Here's your prescription for Amy Abbott. Not my daughter because my daughter would never do this.
Madison: Ephram, you don't even know me.
Ephram: I may not know everything about you but I know that you're the only one who makes my little sister think that it's okay to be a girl. And I know that you're only with Jay because you think he can take you where he can't. Because it's easier to say that I'm too young than to risk something you think you want. And I also know that ever since I kissed you at the DMV and every time I've seen you, I've wanted to kiss you again. And I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty certain, that you have, too.
Ephram: Thought so.
Dr. Andrew Brown: You know, your grandfather thinks I'm only half a person - and if you leave - he'll be right.
[to Rev. Keyes]
Doctor Brown: I melt down, you practically carry me home, and YOU want to say sorry? You - you're like a saint, only annoying.
[Madison is talking to Ephram]
Madison Kellner: Listen, if you need any help with your homework or anything later, let me know, ok? And if you're going to be gone more than an hour, let me know. I don't want to worry.
Bright: I go where the booty goes.
[makes a whip noise]
[after Madison's unpleasant "first time" story]
Ephram: Would it be bad if I said I wished I'd been there? I mean, not in a creepy "I'd like to watch" sort of way, I just don't like the idea of you ever being unhappy - even in the past.
Edna Harper: I think he found that stick!
[Dr. L. Abbott is doodling an Alfalfa Gets Geronimo'd stick figure with an arrow through its head as Louise's voice drones ever onwards into somnolent bliss]
Louise: The proliferation of 15 minute coffee breaks to include more than three per day or the extension of said breaks to encompass greater than 20 minutes of downtime in the span of a three hour period should be avoided.
[Dr. H. Abbott is reading along with his own highbrowed superfluidity of speech in a resounding No!' of silent-mouthed head shaking. Dr. L. Abbott is bored out of her wits]
Dr. Harold Abbott: Thank you, Louise. Ahhhh, moving onto this month's management topics.
Dr. Linda Abbott: You mean there's something left uncovered in the October management summit of 2003? I'm stunned.
Edna Harper: Phil Drebbles, Marcus Welby of the paranormal. Phil's just your average guy. Has a repair shop, sells a few cars here and there. Some years back, word gets out: he has predicted Sam and Jenny Hess will have a male child before the year is out. Only everyone knows Jenny can't get pregnant on account of her ovaries were malformed at birth. By St. Patrick's Day, Jenny knew she was pregnant. And around Halloween, Baxter was born. Well, you can imagine. The whole town beat for a path to Phil's repair shop. Finally about eight months or so, he makes the mother of all predictions: a flood is gonna hit Everwood...
[Dr. Brown chuckles as does Edna]
Edna Harper: ...and, well, by now, his word is golden. Everybody packs up, evacuates the town and...
[Dr. Brown finishes]
Dr. Andrew Brown: No flood!
[Edna chuckles again]
Edna Harper: Not a drop. Drought that year as I recall...
Dr. Andrew Brown: Hey, can Linda come out and play?