Lucas Scott: Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. A belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore, simply rise above the pain of the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. A celebration of the chance taken and the challenge that lies ahead. For two will always be stronger than one, like a team braced against the tempest civil world. And love will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality. Only an announcement to the world of feelings long held. Promises made long ago. In the sacred spaces of our hearts.
Brooke: I lied.
Brooke: I’m not pregnant.
Lucas: Wha – But I saw the test.
Brooke: I know. And when the doctor called, he said I wasn’t pregnant. He said that can happen.
Lucas: Okay, no-no-no-no no. I-I-I was standing right there when he called.
Brooke: And you had just called me a slut.
Lucas: So you lied to me to punish me? How could you do that?
Brooke: How could you cheat on me with my best friend?
Lucas: Brooke, I never meant to hurt you.
Brooke: That doesn’t really matter, Lucas. ‘Cause in the end it all hurts just the same.
Lucas: My dad didn’t want me, okay? Not just that he didn’t want to claim me. He didn’t want me to be born. Now I always thought that when I started a family, I’d be older and settled and I’d be…
Brooke: In love?
Lucas: Yeah. But so did my mom.
Lucas: No, look – this whole thing scares the hell outta me, okay? But whatever you decide to do, I’ll be there. And if you’re not ready, then you’re not ready, but if you wanna have this baby – then so do I, and whatever it takes for me to be a good father, I’ll be there. Always. I promise you. I won’t let you down.
Nathan: So you want me to tell you something about myself? I don’t have anything to say. Even if I did you’d be wrong to believe me. Trust is a lie. Nobody ever knows any more.
Lucas: As happens sometimes a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. And then the moment was gone.
Lucas: Hey. So I saw Nathan in the shower… yeah, no wonder you broke up with him.
Nathan: So, you couldn’t have ordered a lobster?
Haley: Dude, macaroni and cheese is food of the gods.
Nathan: Yeah, if the gods are five-year-olds.
Haley: What are you doing?
Haley: Remembering what?
Nathan: Your hair. You wore it that way the first day you tutored me.
Haley: You remember how I wore my hair the first day I tutored you?
Nathan: Of course.
Haley: What else do you remember?
Nathan: I remember the ugly-ass poncho that you wore.
Dan Scott: You’re full of crap.
Coach Whitey Durham: It comes with old age, Danny, constipation.
Haley: Nathan, it’s been said there’s one word that will free us from the weight and pain of life. And that word is Love. And I believe that. That doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been hard or that it won’t be. It just means that I found a stillness and a bravery in myself with you. You make me brave. And I will love you until the end of time. This I vow today.
Peyton: Buds over studs.
Brooke: Hoes over bros.
Nathan: Last year, we sit on a beach and I told you how much I loved you. And how I would always, always protect you. That day nobody believed that this would work. But I don’t think anybody understood the love I had for you. Because if they did, they would have never doubted us. So I wanted to marry you all over again in front of most of our world. Because today, when I look into your eyes, my love for you only grows. It’s even stronger now. My love will never waver. And this I vow to you, today, and always and forever.
Brooke: Lucas was my gangrene-infected, amputated limb.
Lucas: Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred. How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children out into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?
Lucas: How close was I to not existing? Dad wanted an abortion, Mom. Why didn’t you listen to him?
Karen Roe: Because I realized… I wanted you in my future.
At this moment, there are six billion, four hundred seventy million, eight hundred eighteen thousand, six hundred seventy one people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one.
Nathan Scott: Evening officer, buy us some beer?
Lucas: Ida Scott Taylor once wrote: Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.
Chris Keller: Well, this is gonna cost you. I mean we’ve got studio space, first class accommodations, my time – which is worth a lot – and I’m kinda diggin’ that watch.
Nathan: Don’t screw with me, Keller.
Chris Keller: All right, tell you what. Give me the rest of this sandwich and I’m in.
Nathan Scott: I heard about what happened Saturday night.
Lucas Scott: And?
Nathan Scott: And if all this stuff about Brooke is gonna make you play any worse, you should just take yourself out of the game right now.
Lucas Scott: Thanks for your concern, but how about you mind your own business?
Nathan Scott: The game is my business, all right? And I don’t want you screwing it up over some chick.
Lucas Scott: Heh. You’re one to talk.
Nathan Scott: Yeah, I am. See, my game’s gotten better; your game sucks. Fix it.
Lucas Scott: Your marriage sucks. Fix it.
Nathan Scott: I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you the same brilliant advice that you gave me when Chris kissed Haley: “Just forgive her, man. She loves you.” Doesn’t help much, does it?
Dan Scott: Nathan, how have you been?
Nathan Scott: Drunk. Bitter. Kinda like Mom.