Peyton Sawyer Quotes
Brooke: Did you see that?
Peyton: What?
Brooke: Nathan just gave her the nod.
Peyton: What nod?
Brooke: The "lets hook up after the game" nod.
Peyton: What's wrong is how pointless all of this is!
Brooke: Stop saying that!
Peyton: No! Because it's true. What difference does it make if you sleep with a popular guy, or you go to the right party, or you know the moves to some moronic cheer to do with some lame ass game I could care less about?
You're not even close. You're not even in the neighborhood close!
Peyton
Peyton: It's not about the car. It's about you. I finally saw you clearly for the first time last night. The way you treated me, the way you treated Tim, the way you treated your brother.
Nathan: Don't call him that.
Peyton: And the way you're playing that girl.
Nathan: What? Are you talking about Haley? Is that what this is about? Peyton, she means nothing.
Peyton: Okay, if that's the case, then you're an ass. And even if she does mean something, you're still an ass, and what's really sad, Nathan, is that you're too stupid to get that. So thank you for being such an amazing son of a bitch last night. You really made this a no-brainer.
Nathan: I'll call you when you're not so PMS.
Peyton: How's the tutoring going? You're tutoring Nathan, right? It's ok. He tells me everything.
Haley: Yeah, he said he needed some help.
Peyton: Maybe you could teach him to stop being such a jackass.
Haley: I will put that on the lesson plan.
Peyton: Just be careful, ok?
Haley: Yeah, sure.
Peyton: Does Lucas know you're helping Nathan? (Haley looks at her in disgust.) You know, you say a lot when you keep your mouth shut. It's okay. I'll keep mine shut, too.
Lucas: So I'm confused. You want to be anonymous and you let the world watch you on a web cam.
Peyton: The world isn't watching me... but I guess you are.
Lucas: Okay, the point is.... you want to express yourself but you don't want people to know it's you.
Peyton: I guess I'm just a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside a bitch.
Lucas: Or maybe just a tortured artist.
Peyton: Look, I don't need you defending me and my work. I don't need you analyzing it or interpreting me either. And in fact, I'm pretty sure I don't need you at all.
Lucas: Pretty sure?
Peyton: He really slammed you.
Lucas: I don't care what he thinks.
Peyton: Neither do I.
Lucas: Oh yeah? Then why are you drinking?
Editor: Interesting, where have you studied?
Peyton: Um, mostly in my bedroom. Is that bad?
Peyton: Unbelievable!
Nathan: What? Peyton, did you see how bad he sucked tonight?
Peyton: So?
Nathan: He was horrible! I've never seen a guy play so bad
Peyton: And you enjoyed that?
Nathan: Hell yeah. Didn't you? What is this, Peyton? You like this guy or something?
Peyton: You mean more than my boyfriend who I'm trying to make out with right now?
Nathan: Well, put some ice on it. You ever think I might want to talk?
Peyton: No, you don't. You want to celebrate a public humuliation. And I'm sorry. That's a little played out.
Nathan: Oh, and being with you isn't?
Nathan: You've got some ugly toes, girl.
Peyton: No, I don't.
Nathan: Yeah, you do. They're practically like fingers.
Peyton: Well, then just focus on the middle one.
Dear diary, my daddy doesn't love me. P.S. stay out of my stuff!
Peyton
Peyton: Do you wanna come in?
Lucas: What about Nathan?
Peyton: What about him? What are you doing?
Lucas: You just said ...
Peyton: I didn't invite you to come in. I just asked you if you want to. Thanks for the ride.
