The next scene takes place the next morning. It is early. Even though Seth had an eventful night, he couldn't sleep, because he had to find out what had happened in the poolhouse the night before with Ryan and Marissa. As the scene opens, Seth is laying down on the cement looking into the poolhouse through a small gap between the bottom of the window and the bottom of the blind. He seems engrossed with what he sees, and is startled when Summer catches him.

Summer: (Whispers but you can tell she is not happy with Seth.) What the hell do you think you're doing? You know what, I hope Chino wakes up, doesn't see you and walks all over your skinny ss when he goes in to get his bagel and coffee.

Seth: (He turns to her and puts his fingers to his lips and attempts to sshhh her.) Summer, quiet, you can't wake him up. Don't you remember, he never took Marissa home last night?

Summer: So, and did you just ssshhh me?

Seth: I'm sorry, you can go all rage blackout on my ss later, but right now you have to look at this. They are so adorable together.

Summer: What do you mean?

Seth: Come on, I saved you a seat. (He pats to the concrete spot next to him, indicating that she should come and lay down there.) Ryan and Marissa are lying in his bed together, and you'll never guess what they're doing.

Summer: (Walks towards him and begins to get down.) They better not be having sex, you pervert, because I have no desire to watch them….. (She sees what Ryan and Marissa are doing.) Aaaawwww, that's so cute! Who knew Chino had it in him to be so romantic. (They continue to watch Ryan and Marissa who are lying completely clothed but are cuddling as closely as possible. They don't realize it when Sandy gets down beside Seth and turns to him and asks…)

Sandy: What are we looking at you two? You know that spying is illegal.

Seth: Ssshhh, father, don't wake them.

Summer: Mr. C. look at Ryan and Marissa. Aren't they so cute? (Sandy looks into the poolhouse.)

Sandy: Now look at that. Who knew Ryan had it in him to be so romantic?

Summer: That's exactly what I said!

Sandy: Okay you two, wait here, I'm going to go get Kirsten. She has to see this, too. This will just make her Chrismukkah. Do you know how long she's been waiting for Ryan to meet a nice girl and bring her home?

Summer: Probably not as long as Seth. (Summer says this in jest, and gently pushes Seth.)

Sandy: Be right back. (He runs back into the house and is gone for just a few seconds. While he is gone, Seth and Summer don't say a word. They just watch, enthralled.)

Kirsten: I highly doubt Sandy that he is cuddling. I just don't think Ryan is a cuddler.

Sandy: Lay down, honey, and see for yourself. (They both lay down on the ground beside Seth.)

Kirsten: Oh my God! He is cuddling. I can't believe it. Sandy, this is wonderful! Do you know how long I have been waiting for this?

Sandy: Told you guys.

Kirsten: Well what can we do?

Sandy: For what?

Kirsten: To show them our support for their relationship. To let them know that we are glad they are together.

Sandy: I don't know, honey, couldn't we just tell them?

Kirsten: No that would make Ryan feel uncomfortable.

Sandy: Yeah, you're right. (Seth clears his throat trying to get everyone's attention.)

Seth: Hello wasn't anyone going to ask me, the genius who came up with Chrismukkah.

Summer: No.

Seth: But, but, I have a really good idea.

Kirsten: Fine, Seth, what is it?

Seth: You could invite her to spend Chrismukkah with us. We have the room, we're decorated to impress, you have the ability to order take-out for thousands Mother, and if worst comes to worst, Father could entertain us all with his world famous rendition of Dradle, Dradle. Besides, didn't she say that she was visiting the area, and that she was not spending the holidays with her family and you know that Chrismukkah is the time for giving? We should give her a Cohen family Chrismukkah, and you never know, she might have so much fun; she might come back year after year.

Sandy: Do you know what Seth?

Seth: Yes, father?

Sandy: That actually is a wonderful idea.

Kirsten: I love it.

Summer: Good work, Cohen.

Seth: I know, my brilliance even amazes me sometimes!

Sandy: But we all better go inside before they wake up. We don't want to make Ryan mad…

Seth: God no, he's scary.

Sandy: (Rolls his eyes at his son.) or frighten her away. (Kirsten, Sandy and Summer all get up and walk back to the house, but Seth turns around and looks back into the poolhouse.

Summer: Cohen, get your skinny ss in gear, let's go.

Seth: Sorry, Summer, I just needed one last look. (He gets up and jogs into the house behind the others. Meanwhile in the poolhouse, totally oblivious of what had just occurred outside the poolhouse doors, Ryan starts to stir.)

Ryan: (As he begins to wake up he realizes that there is someone in his arms sleeping peacefully with their arms wrapped around him. He whispers.) So that wasn't a dream then, she's real. Good morning beautiful. (He then kisses her hair softly so as not to wake her up. A few moments later, Marissa begins to stir and awakens to find herself in Ryan's arms, in his poolhouse, and although she cannot believe all that happened during her first day in California, she has never been happier than this moment.) Sleeping beauty awakes.

Marissa: I'm soooo sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing. (She starts to pull herself out of his arms, but he doesn't let her. He pulls her back down to lying beside him.) What are you doing? You should have pushed me off of you last night. I can't believe I did that. Why did you let me stay that way? Didn't I make you uncomfortable?

Ryan: I have never slept better than I did last night, and for your information, I happen to enjoy waking up to you in my arms, and I'm not ready for you to leave yet, so make yourself comfortable again, because I intend upon laying her for at least a few more minutes before I go into the insanity that is the Cohen kitchen in the morning.

Marissa: Insanity?

Ryan: You have never seen the Cohen family fight over bagels before, and it is not a pretty site. Plus, Sandy will definitely want to teach you the art of the smear, and I would like to keep you to myself for a little while longer. (Marissa laughs.) What's so funny?

Marissa: You. You're just soooo sweet, I can't get over it.

Ryan: Ugh, that word again.

Marissa: If you keep being this sweet (said on purpose to rub it in), then you might just be able to convince me to move in with you.

Ryan: Well then maybe being…. (Swallows difficultly) sweet has its advantages.

Marissa: (She jumps up out of the bed.) I'm going to go brush my teeth, and then we will go into your family's kitchen, eat breakfast, and then you can take me back to my car. We'll go our separate ways, and then when you're back at Stanford, you can give me a call, and I'll give you my answer.

Ryan: Whether or not this morning is the last time I see you this entire break is yet to be determined, but you should definitely brush your teeth. (He mimics that her breath smells.)

Marissa: Oh, I will get you for that…when we have that pillow fight rematch, but for now, I have to make myself presentable for your family. You might want to consider doing the same. (Ryan laughs and gets up, straightening up the room and waiting to get into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Seth, Sandy, Kirsten, and Summer are all standing in the kitchen eating bagels and looking out the window at the poolhouse waiting to see the duo emerge.)

Seth: So what do you think they're doing out there?

Kirsten: Seth.

Sandy: They're probably just sleeping.

Summer: Yeah, Seth, you saw for yourself, they were up pretty late last night. (Sandy raises an eyebrow and Kirsten turns to her son.)

Kirsten: You spied on them Seth?

Seth: Thanks, Summer. No, actually, I was just waiting for my little lovely gumdrop here to get ready for bed, and I found myself wandering over to the window and looking out at the beautiful view, and it just so happened that my eyes wandered to the poolhouse. It was completely innocent, and as I was waiting and watching, I saw the lights go out.

Sandy: It couldn't have been that late, you and Summer were still up.

Seth: That's because Summer here as an insatiable appetite for her hunka-hunka burnin' love, don't you Summer? (She slaps Seth and glares at him, letting him know that he has said too much.)

Summer: Shut it Cohen, or somebody won't play Jenga will you tonight!

Seth: But you promised me were could have a marathon Jenga competition. Hey, maybe now we could convince Ryan and Marissa to join us, break out and try the whole fantastic four idea, what do you say Summer?

Sandy: Please, Seth, don't Jenga Marissa yet. We don't want you to scare off the first girl Ryan ever brought home.

Kirsten: If you want them to hang out with you, why don't you save this Jenga competition for another night and go out instead, you know show Marissa around, take her to the Diner, the Baitshop.

Seth: What a wonderful idea Mother, and Father says your ideas are always crazy. Jeez, Dad, ease up on Mom, she can be good for something when she really tries. (Kirsten gives Seth the look.)

Kirsten: You know Seth, all the presents I bought for you can still be taken back to the store?

Seth: I'm sorry Mother. It is you whom I get my genius from. I bow in awe to be in your presence. (He does what he says.)

Summer: Cohen, you're such a ham.

Seth: I am not! In fact, I think I am quite thin, but if you keep saying I'm a porker, I might get a complex, stop eating, and disappear.

Summer: First of all, like you would ever stop eating, and secondly, just think of it, if you disappear, it would really be like your were the invisible character from the fantastic four, the one you were wishing to be so that you could sneak in after curfew and your parents wouldn't catch you.

Sandy: He needed that a few years ago, because we all know that the stealth moves didn't work so well.

Seth: Very funny, Father, but it wasn't my fault that there were garbage cans there. Who takes their trash out, really? And Summer, thank you for sharing our intimate conversations with my family. I now know that I can never tell you anything personal or private. You have ruined my faith in you.

Summer: Ah, Cohen, I'm so crushed.

Seth: I thought you would be. (Acts full of himself.)

Kirsten: (She looks back out the window and notices that Ryan and Marissa have just walked out and are headed towards the kitchen.) Sssh…They're coming.

Seth: Mother, what are you talking about? (He was lost in his own conversation and forgot what they were waiting for.)

Kirsten: Ryan and Marissa, they just left the poolhouse and they're headed right here. Everyone act normal, we don't want them to know we've been watching them and talking about them all morning.

Seth: But we haven't, we've also been talking about me, and my plans, and my thoughts, what I want, what I don't want, my relationship with Summer, my…

Sandy: Seth, we get, you're self-involved, we know, but, as Summer says, Can it, Cohen.

Seth: Father, that hurts my feelings, and technically, when you say that it is as if you're telling yourself to shut up. (Seth laughs at himself but Sandy just gives him the eye.) Right, got it, it is now time for Seth to be quiet, but that's hard….(Sandy looks at Seth again.) for me to do. That was the last word, promise. (He zips his mouth shut and mimes throwing away the key. When Marissa and Ryan enter the room, all three of them are standing close to the sink looking at Seth. When they see them walk in, they all try to walk their separate ways but end up talking at the same time and bumping into each other. It definitely looks suspicious, and Ryan and Marissa are put on their guard.)

Ryan: What's going on?

Kirsten: No nothing sweetie, we were just having a family discussion, sorry you weren't included, but you were still sleeping.

Ryan: And about that…

Sandy: Son, you don't have to explain anything.

Marissa: I'm really sorry. We were talking, and it got late, we were tired, and I really didn't want Ryan driving. I hope you don't mind. I really didn't intend upon taking advantage of your generosity. It will never happen again, honestly. (Ryan looks at her with the expression on his face that says, really, it won't?)

Sandy: About that, actually we had something different in mind. Marissa, we would like to invite your to spend the holidays with us. We know that you're not from this area and that you're just visiting so your family isn't close, and this time of year is no time to spend it by yourself. Besides, everyone needs to experience Chrismukkah at least once.

Marissa: I have heard a lot about it.

Seth: Well, that's because it is the greatest holiday ever!

Sandy: Plus, it is the Cohen family Chrismukkah tradition to have a guest stay with us each year, to welcome them to the new holiday, you know, trying to give Seth more converts.

Summer: Besides, I could really use the company. Kirsten has to work during the days, Zoe takes a lot of naps, and these two doofases are always off spending Seth/Ryan time together playing Playstation and talking about lame ss things such as comics and ninjas, so I need someone with me to go shopping with, have girl talk, you know actual female bonding.

Kirsten: And any friend of Ryan's is a friend of our family's, so you're always welcome here, and what better time to get to know this somewhat wacky and insane family than at the holidays, where everyone's worst traits are displayed, so if you survive the next couple of weeks, you know that you always have a place to stay. (No one says anything, waiting for Seth to speak his peace, but when a few moments of silence fills the air Summer elbows Seth and in an attempted whisper that everyone hears, she says…)

Summer: God, Cohen, it's your turn to say something. Dmn, first we can't get you shut your trap, and now when you're supposed to say something, it's as if you swallowed your tongue. Out with it, or Princess Sparkle will break up with Captain Oats.

Seth: No, Summer, they're a destined couple, star crossed lovers, just like you and me. (Summer clears her throat, trying to get Seth back to the task at hand. Everyone is slightly smiling, Ryan watching Marissa, and she has tears in her eyes out of happiness.) Oh, yeah, Marissa, they're right, and just to let you know, it was my idea to invite you to stay with us, granted it was more of a selfish idea because I need someone to take Ryan off my hands so that I can finally have some alone time with Summer here, but for the altruistic side of my idea, you should definitely stay because our table balance is all thrown off for Chrismukkah dinner, we needed someone to make it an even number again. You know even numbers are extremely important when one is throwing a dinner party, right mother?

Marissa: But wouldn't I make seven?

Seth: Oh, no, Grandpa makes seven, you'll make eight, but, I promise, we won't make you sit by him. That job goes to Ryan so he can protect us all. (Kirsten gives Seth the look, Ryan punches him in the arm.)

Kirsten: My dad is not that bad, Marissa, honestly.

Sandy: No, not all at, well at least as long as you decorate with white lights. You see many years ago, Cal, that's Kirsten's Dad, he had a run-in with some Carnies, and ever since, colored lights, which remind him of his favorite carnival employees, just set him off in a rage. (This time it is Sandy's turn to get the glare from Kirsten.)

Kirsten: And anyway, there will be some really fun parties to go to, the Christmas Eve gala thrown by Newport Group, that's our company….

Sandy: (interrupting her) Oh, honey, please, I may work there, but do not say that I own that place. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if my name was anywhere on that business's letterhead.

Kirsten: Well, now I know what to give you for Chrismukkah, a promotion. Back to the parties, besides the Christmas Eve gala, we also have a New Year's Eve party every year.

Ryan: See, what did I tell you about these Newpsies and their parties?

Kirsten: Watch it Ryan, some people would consider me a Newpsie. Oh my gosh, did I just say that out loud?

Sandy: Honey, I'm afraid you did.

Kirsten: Oh, excuse me, I need to sit down. (She appears flustered and bewildered at what she just admitted.)

Summer: And anyway, you know the way you ring in the New Year always determines how the rest of that year will be. Take Cohen for instance. Each year, he spends New Year's Eve with Captain Oats, Carson Daily, and the ball dropping, so it's no wonder he has no life.

Seth: Summer, how many times have I told you not to say Carson Daily's name in the same sentence as ball dropping? It's completely disgusting, and I was just looking forward to eating my morning bagel.

Summer: Seth, you already ate one.

Seth: So, I wanted another, what are you the food patrol?

Sandy: Ignore my son, so Marissa, what do you say? Will you do us the honor of staying with us for the holidays? Ryan can take you to pick up your stuff, and I promise, we will all give you two your privacy in the poolhouse, won't we Seth?

Seth: If you insist, but you don't really want to spend all your time with Ryan, do you Marissa? You want to hang with your new pals Summer and Seth and really find out what it's like to live it up Newport Beach style, right?

Marissa: I would love to stay here, and spending time with both you and Summer, Seth sounds fun…. (Ryan interrupts her)

Ryan: Are you sure about that, because once you agree to it, he won't quit bothering you?

Marissa: Yes, I'm sure. It would be nice to have some girl time as Summer said, and Seth and I can talk about music. Ryan tells me you're a Deathcab fan.

Ryan: Oh, you did it; you brought up Deathcab, now he'll never shut up.

Seth: Very funny Ryan. (Seth makes a face at him.) But, seriously, Marissa, you like Deathcab? I have been waiting for this for years. Finally, I've met someone who I can go to actual good concerts with.

Summer: Seth, we went with you to a Deathcab concert once, you just don't remember Chino and I there because we fell asleep while you salivated all over yourself out on the dance floor, making an ss out of yourself. (Marissa laughs along with everyone else but Seth just sits there and tries to remember that night.)

Seth: No, Summer, I think you're wrong. I really don't remember you and Ryan there. Besides, like anyone could fall asleep at a Deathcab concert. (Ryan just gives him the look.) Fine, maybe someone with poor taste in music could fall asleep at Deathcab, but Marissa here, she has good taste in music, so if you'll excuse us, we need to go listen to them right now.

Marissa: Wait Seth, I do have a condition.

Ryan: You do?

Seth: What else could here be? Oh, I know, you've heard about my Chrismukkah shirts, and you want one. If that's the case, come with me, step into my office, and I will let you chose which shirt you want.

Marissa: You really have Chrismukkah shirts? (She looks around at everyone who shakes there head no.)

Ryan: Seth wears Chrismukkah shirts.

Seth: But you would look just lovely in one, and I would bet, I have one just the right size.

Marissa: That's okay, thanks anyway Seth, but my stipulation is that I have to find out who this Captain Oats is. I've heard so much about him. Is he your pet, because I love cats?

Summer: (Laughs) Well, I guess you could say he's Seth's pet, he is his best friend.

Marissa: Oh, so he's a dog?

Seth: Do not insult the captain by calling him a dog. He is a pure bred stallion with perfect proportion and a beautiful gait. There is nothing more handsome than Captain Oats, well maybe besides me.

Marissa: You have a horse? You ride horses? I didn't think anyone had barns in Newport Beach. Where do you keep him? Is there a stable close by? (Everyone laughs.) What, I'm confused.

Ryan: Captain Oats is a horse, but he's plastic. Seth has this little plastic, miniature toy horse that he talks to and treats as his best friend.

Marissa: (Confused and incredulous) You talk to a plastic toy horse?

Seth: Summer has one, too, yeah, you can't forget about Princess Sparkle.

Summer: Oh, don't go there Cohen! There is no comparison between your old nag and my beautiful Princess Sparkle. (She turns to Marissa to explain herself.) Princess Sparkle is a My Little Pony.

Marissa: A what?

Summer: You can't be serious; you don't know what My Little Ponies are? Where did you say you found this girl, Chino, the Himalayas?

Marissa: Actually, it's worse than that, Amish country.

Seth: You've seen one of them, they actually do exist other than in the movies? Can they all bowl, you know like in Kingpin?

Marissa: Kingpin?

Seth: Hello, the classic comedy with Woody Harrelson!

Marissa: Um, I don't know. I've never actually talked to anyone who was Amish; I just lived by them, passed them in my car. It's not like I went to school with them or anything.

Seth: (Disappointed) Oh.

Sandy: Well, anyway, Marissa, since you now know who Captain Oats is, will you stay with us?

Marissa: I'd love to, thank you.

Kirsten: Well, in that case, I better go get some extra supplies for the poolhouse. Will you please excuse me, Sandy, are you coming.

Sandy: Right behind you dear. (Kirsten walks out and Sandy lingers.) That woman can't do anything without my help. (He Shakes his head in disbelief.) It really is quite sad.

Kirsten: I heard that Sandy Cohen!

Sandy: Sorry honey. Well, must be on my way, duty calls. (He leaves the room.)

Seth: So, what have you two planned to do today?

Ryan: Dude, we just got up, and besides we have to go get Marissa's stuff and bring it back here this morning.

Marissa: And right now, I'm starving. Are than any bagels left?

Seth: I bet you're starving! (Summer hits him.) I mean, talking late into the night would cause anyone to be famished the next morning. Right Summer, you know, because that's what we did last night, talked. (He says talked with air quotes, and Summer punches him again.)

Summer: Cohen, how many times do I have to say? Shut it, God, no one wants to hear your incessant ramblings and ridiculous conspiracy theories. Sorry, Marissa, anytime he annoys you or says something stupid, which is just about every time he opens that hole in his face he calls his mouth, just slap him, that's what I do. Oh, and yes, there are plenty of bagels left. Would you like me to toast one for you?

Marissa: Sure, thanks.

Summer: Chino, you, too?

Ryan: Yeah, thanks Summer. (Seth clears his throat trying to indicate that he would like a bagel, too.)

Summer: You already had one Cohen, and you've been an annoying ss this morning so no more bagels for you.

Seth: But Summer, please, I'm starving.

Summer: You're always starving. (She says this mimicking his begging, whining tone, but then he gets down on his knees, walks towards her on them and begs for one.) Fine, already, God, at least while you eat you'll have to be quiet.

Ryan: Yeah, like a mouth full of food has ever stopped Seth from talking before, he'll just keep on blabbering and spray the entire contents of his mouth onto everyone.

Marissa: Ew, that's disgusting!

Summer: Yeah, well welcome to my world, just consider yourself lucky that you date Ryan instead of that thing. (She points to Seth indicating him with the knife she is using to cut the bagels.)

Ryan: Well, Marissa and I…..

Marissa: We're not dating.

Ryan: Yeah, we're just friends.

Seth: Yeah, okay, whatever you say, but in that case, Summer and I are just friends, too, and so were Katherine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy, Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, twice,

Marissa: Vivien Leigh and Lawrence Olivier….sorry, I just love classic movies, and Vivien Leigh is my favorite actress.

Summer: Who are you guys talking about? I know Liz Taylor, but who is everyone else? Seth, what have you been watching at night after I go to sleep?

Seth: TCM.

Summer: And what's that stand for, Testosterone Challenged Men? First you take a home-ec course, then you make everyone Chrismukkah shirts, and I already know you hate hardware stores and walk in on Ryan getting dressed all the time, and now you tell me you watch TCM, whatever the hell that is, what am I supposed to think, Cohen? Are you gay?

Seth: Very funny, Summer, but if anyone should know I'm not gay, it would be you, especially after last night! (He winks at her, but she glares at him.) Anyway, as Marissa must be able to attest to, TCM stands for Turner Classic Movies.

Ryan: What kind of movies do they have on that channel? (Summer hands Ryan and Marissa their bagels, which they begin to eat. She then goes back to making herself one.)

Seth: Dude, do you not listen at all, classic movies.

Ryan: If they are so great, why haven't Summer and I ever heard of these people you're talking about.

Marissa: Oh my gosh, Seth, I just had a genius idea. Since they don't know any of these movies, we should rent a bunch of the classics tonight, veg out, eat junk food, and give Ryan and Summer here an education on what constitutes a classic film.

Seth: Summer and I were planning on asking you two out to the Diner and the Bait Shop, but this is such a better idea, except for the junk food, it clogs my pores, and I really can't have a breakout for the Chrismukkah picture. (Summer rolls her eyes.)

Summer: Like you have ever had a zit before, Cohen. In order to get your first zit, you first have to enter puberty.

Seth: Yes, and we all know that could come any day now. (Marissa looks at him like he is completely weird.) No, no Marissa, Summer and I are just joking. I've already gone through puberty, honesty, look. (He pulls down his shirt to reveal a few measly hairs on his chest.) Yep, I know, it's really manly, but that my friend is chest hair. Don't faint, and I wouldn't want you to start crushing on me, but Seth Cohen is a man and has been for a few years now.

Summer: I can't believe you just did that.

Ryan: What's even sadder is that he did that to his aunt a few years ago.

Summer: Ew, what kind of weird, kinky relationship do you have with Hayley, Cohen?

Marissa: Hayley?

Ryan: Oh, that's Kirsten's younger sister. She won't be here for the holidays though, because she lives in Japan. So, hey, are you about ready to go get your stuff?

Marissa: Just finished my bagel. Thanks again Summer, it was delicious, and Ryan said you couldn't cook. (She is teasing Ryan, who starts to chase her out of the house, leaving Seth and Summer alone in the kitchen.)

Seth: So, what do you think, woman, do you like her? (They make their way to the family room and sit down on the couch together.)

Summer: I have to give Chino props, he finally found a nice girl. So, do you think he'll ask her to move in with us, because that would be soooo cool to have her around to hang out with?

Seth: By the looks of things this morning, I wouldn't be surprised if Ryan hasn't already asked her.

Summer: Really? Do you think we should bring it up, you know fish around for clues to whether or not she's going to?

Seth: Please, Summer, whatever you do, leave the questioning to me.

Summer: Yeah, because you're so subtle!

Seth: Do not insult my investigation skills. Between you and me, we've always managed to do well.

Summer: Exactly, you think of all the hair-brained schemes and I have to get your scrawny ss out of trouble.

Seth: See, it could work again. (Summer gives me the look.) Besides, if she is going to move in with us, we'll have to get her some Chrismukkah presents.

Summer: We're going to get her something even if she doesn't move in, Cohen.

Seth: Fine, but wouldn't it be nice to know.

Summer: (Starts to give in.) Yeah, it kinda would be.

Seth: And think of all the fun we could have teasing Ryan if he did ask her.

Summer: (Laughs) He'll get so embarrassed, but I wonder how they met or even when. You know, he never did tell us. In fact, before yesterday, I don't think Chino had ever even said her name.

Seth: You know, Ryan, he doesn't say much at all.

Summer: That's because you never shut it, Cohen, you never give the poor guy a chance to say anything.

Seth: You know Summer, someone else is becoming quite chatty, and, I don't want to name any names, but she is also starting to babble, just like her favorite handsome, brunette boyfriend. (Summer picks up a pillow off the couch and hits Seth with it as hard as she can.)

Summer: Oh, you didn't just say what I think you said, did you?

Seth: I don't know Summer, maybe all that talking you've been doing lately has messed with your hearing! (He gets up and starts running off. Before he leaves the room, he turns around and says…) Nananana, you'll never catch me! (He then sticks his tongue out at her and starts to run up the stairs. Summer follows behind and screams after him.)

Summer: Oh, you want to bet! You may be limber and quick, but you have absolutely no endurance, and as you always point out, I would be the one to know, Cohen! (Seth stops in his tracks, walks backwards down the stairs, and turns around to face Summer.)

Seth: Excuse me? You did not just insult my love-making abilities, did you, because that is a low blow if I ever saw one!

Summer: And what if I did, what are you going to do about it?

Seth: I could cut you off from your sex machine, huh, now what do you think of that? Your joke not so funny now, is it?

Summer: Oh, Seth, I'm shaking in my boots! I remember the last time you went on strike, and that did not last long at all!

Seth: I was the one who stopped it though, by standing on a coffee cart and declaring my love for you in front of the entire student body.

Summer: Exactly, you couldn't resist me long enough to stay on your own strike, so now how are you going to keep your grubby little paws off me?

Seth: I guess I'll have to try another tactic.

Summer: Which is what?

Seth: (He gets a goofy smirk on his face, puts his arms around her, pulls her close, kisses her, and says…) With lots and lots of practice!

Summer: (laughs) Well, let's get started now!

Seth: (He stands there awkwardly as Summer runs up the stairs.) Summer, what are you doing? Aren't you going to carry me up, you know, sorta like over the threshold?

Summer: You're supposed to do that for me!

Seth: But you're more of a man Summer than I'll ever be…. (He realizes what he said.) and I meant that as a compliment, because, you know, you're so strong and brave.

Seth: Can it, Cohen. (She grabs his hand and pulls him after her.) Now come on!

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