(Seth enters the poolhouse)
Seth: Ryan buddy! What are you up to?
Ryan: Studying.
Seth: Again? Come on, can you PLEASE punch someone, or something, for old time's sake?
Ryan: The last fight I got into, I almost got killed and my Girlfriend shot my brother.
Seth: Gotcha. I can see how studying might be safer. Anyway, I thought since we haven't got any other plans tonight, we could finally do a little thing I like to call the IMAX experience. I know, I know, every other time we've tried to go, some big disaster ends up happening but there's this dinosaur movie on, very educational, I thought you might like it, y'know, seeing as you're a dork now.
Ryan: No shark movies on tonight?
Seth: C'mon, you know what rough crowds they bring out! No, we're sticking to dinosaurs. The after that I was thinking we could go get a little dinner at the diner on the pier, y'know, fit in a little Seth/Ryan time, we haven't done that in a while, then maybe head over to the bait shop, or I'm sure Summer knows of a party somewhere where you could beat up the captain of the waterpolo team…
Ryan: Sounds great.
Seth: Awesome! Okay, so, the movie starts at four, so we should probably get going. You ready?
(Ryan gets up and puts on his shoes)
Ryan: Yep. Let's go.
Seth: (grins at Ryan) I'll just grab my purse.
(Camera moves to the Cohen's kitchen, where Kirsten is reading over some documents. Sandy enters)
Sandy: What you looking at, honey? (He comes around behind her and puts his arms around her waist)
Kirsten: Oh, the plans for the new model house. It's supposed to be finished buy July. July! We haven't even got the contractors sorted yet!
Sandy: We could always get Ryan to burn it down for you.
Kirsten: Thanks, but I think it's probably best if we try to keep this one intact.
Sandy: Aw, honey, come on, it's the weekend! Take a break from work for once, hmm? It's getting you so stressed out. Why don't we do something else?
Kirsten: (Turns to look at him) And just what do you suggest?
Sandy: (Grinning) I can think of a few things… (Kirsten grins back, and they start kissing. At this point, Ryan and Seth walk into the room)
Seth: Oh, gross! Come on you guys, I told you, no sex in the champagne room!
(Sandy and Kirsten pull apart)
Sandy: Where are you boys off to?
Seth: Well, we were going to see a movie at the IMAX theatre (sees the skepticism on his parent's faces) – no shark movies, I promise – then maybe grab a burger down on the pier, head out to a party…
Sandy: What kind of party?
Seth: (Says this as he and Ryan are walking out of the kitchen door) Oh, you know, the usual… wild sex, drugs, another excuse for pretty rich snobs in bikinis to get drunk and throw up on themselves…
Sandy: (Yells after them) Don't be too late! (He turns back to Kirsten) Now, where were we?
(Camera switches to Seth and Ryan in the car. Just as they are about to drive off, a cab pulls up outside the Cohen's household, and a pretty girl hops out. They can only see the back of her)
Seth: Whoa, who is that? (Seth stares out the window at the girl)
Ryan: (Glances back over at the girl briefly) I dunno. Must be one of your dad's clients or something. (Seth continues staring)
Ryan: (Jokingly) Hey, maybe he's gonna adopt her next.
Seth: (Takes what Ryan said seriously) Well Ryan, I have always wanted a sister.
(Ryan shakes his head and starts driving)
(Camera pans back to the kitchen, where Sandy and Kirsten are making out. The doorbell rings. They break apart again).
Sandy: I'll get it. Probably Seth forgot his keys or something. I swear, that kid would forget his head if it wasn't attached to his neck. (Shakes his head and walks out to the front door. Kirsten sighs and leans against the counter)
(Camera switches to Sandy walking up to the front door. He pulls it open, and a very pretty girl of about 25 is standing there)
Sandy: Hi! Can I help you?
Girl: You must be Sandy Cohen.
Sandy: Yes, I am. Are you looking for Seth, or Ryan?
Girl: No, actually, I'm looking for Kirsten. Is she here?
Sandy: Yes, she is, but can I ask why you're here?
Girl: I'm Rachel. Rachel Nichol.
(Sandy looks at her like… Yeah, that doesn't explain anything, go on…)
Rachel: I'm her daughter.