1x26 The Strip

Julie: I don't want Chippendales! I want strippers! Full on, full frontal, male strippers. Preferably at a place that serves bottomless margaritas.
Kirsten: Uh-huh. Or I could invite the girls over, and I could throw you a lovely catered bachelorette cocktail party.
Julie: With strippers.
Kirsten: Without strippers! Julie, we are smart sophisticated women. We don't need strange naked men dancing in front of us to be entertained.
Julie: [pauses] I'm not as smart as you. Plus, the boys are getting strippers.
Kirsten: The boys are not getting strippers!
Julie: Kirsten, it's Las Vegas. You get strippers as a side with your entrée. Of course they're getting strippers! Why else would Sandy go to Vegas with Caleb?
Kirsten: Strippers, huh?
Julie: Uh-huh. Let's get all the Newpsies into limos, drive to LA, have dinner on Sunset, then head south to Mantopia. Or The Stud Farm.
Kirsten: You've done your research.
Julie: Todd in accounting. Who also told me about this place called The Petting Zoo. It's not exactly legal, but...
Kirsten: Julie, I am not going to a place called The Petting Zoo. You don't know where the pets have been.
Julie: Just one little stripper. Who never hurt anyone. Who's just trying to make his way in the world... naked.

Summer: He's kissing another girl.
Marissa: [shocked] No.
Summer: Yes, right infront'a me on the phone. I can't believe this. I have been crying actual tears over that *ass* and he's kissing randoms!
Marissa: Okay, you know what? We're gonna have a girls night out, okay? Theresa's coming over and we can do whatever you want.
Summer: Really? Cause all I wanna do right now is go to Las Vegas and kick Cohen's ass.

Theresa Diaz: I'm probably going to be out of here in a couple of days. I can't impose on Seth's parents forever.
Seth Cohen: Sure you can. I intend to.