Taylor: But if I can’t get you drunk, you’ll never tell me you love me.
Ryan: Oh, Taylor.
Taylor: I know, I know, bad Taylor. I shouldn’t have tried to get you drunk, just like I shouldn’t have pretended to be your sleep therapist, or rented Roger the homosexual, or stalked you wearing a groundhog costume, or… what else did I do?
Ryan: I think that’s it.
Taylor: I’m going to go to sleep now. Goodbye Ryan. It was nice.
Ryan: Taylor. Taaaylor. …Are you pretending to go to sleep thinking I’ll tell you I love you while you’re unconscious?
Taylor: Maybe. You’re laughing at me!
Ryan: I’m not!
Taylor: It’s hard dating someone who doesn’t tell you how they feel and always having to interpret handsqueezes and—
Ryan: I love you.
Top 5 Off-Air Ships: 3. Ryan/Taylor (The O.C.)