In this scene, Ryan and Seth are on his boat, so while they talk, Seth is constantly working with the sails and maneuvering things around so that everything works properly.
Seth: So Ryan let's talk. I feel like we never talk anymore.
Ryan: No, you talk all the time, but I don't.
Seth: I know, and you really should. It would make you feel better, trust me.
Ryan: I feel fine, thanks.
Seth: Ryan, now come on, share with me, tell me your secrets. We spent all day talking about me, my relationship with Summer, my plans to propose to her, our future together, the semester I have coming up, my comic book ideas, you know, the norm, but now, I really think you should tell me a little about what's been going on in your life, namely what's going on between you and Marissa- that's what I want to know about! I mean, come on man, I'd never heard of the girl before and then all of sudden you show up with her for dinner one night, she stays the night, and now she's probably moving in with us, am I right.
Ryan: Well, I asked her, but she hasn't said yes yet.
Seth: What do you mean? If you don't get her to move in with us, Summer will never forgive you and she'll never let me hear the end of it. That woman has only known Marissa for two weeks, but she already thinks she's her best friend.
Ryan: Yeah, they have hit it off well, haven't they? I was hoping they would, but what do you want me to do, force Marissa into living with us?
Seth: Yes, if that is what it takes, then tie her up, throw her over your shoulder and force her to move in. I cannot stand it when Summer does not get her way; she's unbearable to live with!
Ryan: Well, for your comfort and happiness, I'll see what I can do. (Ryan rolls his eyes, but Seth believes what he is saying.)
Seth: I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Ryan, I really appreciate that. Now, back to what I was saying before. Your relationship did seem sort of all of a sudden.
Ryan: That's because it was.
Seth: Oh my God, Summer was right.
Ryan: What do you mean? What do you two know, what did you find out?
Seth: Nothing. (Ryan gives him the look that says I know you're lying, what do you honestly know.) I swear! I know nothing about your relationship, but Summer said you would tell me if I asked and I didn't, so you see, as always, Summer was right. So, how did you two meet? (Ryan is still looking at him like there is more to the story, but he decides to just let it go.)
Ryan: We met the night I brought her home with me… at the pier, or rather, the lifeguard stand.
Seth: Really, and what happened, sparks flew, she ran into your arms, melted into your embrace and you kissed her passionately right then and there, and then after you made out, you two were hungry, I called, and so she came home with you?
Ryan: Where do you get this stuff, romance novels? You know, maybe you're going into the wrong business. Instead of comic books, maybe you should go into the greetings card business; we all know you're cheesy enough.
Seth: I will ignore that comment, although Hallmark would be lucky to get me and my uber-holiday, Chrismukkah. Back to the topic at hand, what happened when you two met?
Ryan: We just talked.
Seth: (laughs not believing what he just said.) Ryan Atwood sat for a couple of hours and just talked to a girl, yeah right! Dude, you haven't talked to a girl for two minutes without either hooking up with her right away for becoming bored since the day I met you, and now you're expecting me to believe that you two just sat, at the beach, a very romantic place, I might add, and just talked the afternoon away, completely forgetting what time it was and that you were supposed to pick up dinner? Nope, I don't buy it!
Ryan: Believe it or not, but that's what happened.
Seth: You didn't even kiss her, once?
Ryan: No.
Seth: No fondling?
Ryan: No….. (He starts to hesitate here.)
Seth: Aw, I have cracked your shell, come on; tell me, what'd you two do?
Ryan: There was no fondling, but I did tickle her, but that's it, that's all.
Seth: But that night, after dinner with the family, you two were up for a while, I saw the light, what'd you do then?
Ryan: Ew, you watched the light? Dude, that's creepy!
Seth: Not exactly. I was waiting for Summer, (He gives Ryan the you know what I mean look.) She was giving me an early Chrismukkah present, herself if you must know…..
Ryan: Thanks, but I really didn't need to know that.
Seth: And, while I was waiting for her to change, I just happened to glance out the window and saw the poolhouse light go off while you two were still in there together. After Summer came out, I forget you two were in there, but in the morning, I snuck down when Summer wasn't looking and found you two snuggled together, spooning on your bed. Now, you can deny, but we all know something happened that night!
Ryan: What do you mean we?
Seth: Nothing!
Ryan: Seth!
Seth: Fine, I may have got my Dad, Mom, and Summer to watch you two sleep, too, but we didn't watch for that long, and come on, how could we resist, it was the first girl you had brought home, none of us knew her, and we were curious.
Ryan: That's sick! Please don't tell me you are still doing this!
Seth: Of course not! (It is obvious that he is, because Seth is a bad liar.)
Ryan: Seth! (He punches him hard on the arm.)
Seth: Ryan, please, no punching! Have you forgotten that tonight is the most important night in my life! I'm about to propose to Summer in a few hours and you go off and hit me! OUCH, by the way! I do not need any bruises, alright.
Ryan: You'll have more than a little bruise if I catch you watching again, and if Summer found out what you've been up to, she'd probably punch you, too.
Seth: No, she slapped me! Summer slaps, pinches, pokes, threatens, you punch.
Ryan: I can't believe you.
Seth: Oh come on Ryan, you should know by now that the suspense would be killing me, and it's partly your fault that I've been spying on you.
Ryan: What?
Seth: If you just would have been honest with me in the beginning, included me in your relationship, told me what was going on, I wouldn't have had to resort to my classic sneak tactics, although it has provided me with a lot of practice being stealth.
Ryan: From what I've heard, you need practice in other areas as well!
Seth: And what does that mean?
Ryan: Ah nothing, let's just say that you're not the only one who can be sneaky.
Seth: (He realizes what he's talking about, gives a fake laugh, and tries to deny everything.) I have no idea what you're talking about Ryan! You must have dreamt about it or something, because everything else in my life is perfect, I'm perfect, we're perfect, it's perfect…. (Ryan is giving him the quizzical look.)
Ryan: Perfect huh?
Seth: Yes, perfect. Right, you get the idea.
Ryan: Well, anyway, we better be heading back home. I know you're not in that great of shape, and since you haven't been sailing in a while, your endurance is probably at a low level. (Ryan chuckles to himself silently.)
Seth: Thank you for your concern Ryan, but I am fine, but you're right, we better head in because if we're late, Summer will flog me again with her hairbrush, and that really hurts!
Ryan: Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, you're always early.
Seth: (He scoffs and laughs nervously at what Ryan just said, pretending to be clueless as to deny the charges.) I don't know what you're talking about, but obviously it's not about you, and we're not supposed to be talking about me right now, we're talking about you.
Ryan: We always some how end up talking about you, Seth, so why don't we just skip over me and go right back to you?
Seth: No. I have nothing I want to talk about, well at least, not about me. So, what have you two done so far, a little canoodling in the poolhouse, perhaps a little tangoing, horizontally (Ryan glares at him.) Fine, sorry, you like to be more creative. You don't do it lying down, got it. (Seth thinks a moment and Ryan continues to glare.) So, does that mean you always do it standing up, well maybe sitting, I guess there's always the shower? Ryan, help a brother out here!
Ryan: No, we're not having this discussion! It's none of your business Seth.
Seth: Always, you never lie down? (Seth is in confused and cannot believe what he is hearing or thinking he is hearing.)
Ryan: Shut up, Seth, and no.
Seth: I can't believe it; you never do it lying down!
Ryan: No, I mean, we haven't had sex.
Seth: Oh. Oooohhh, I get it, but when you do, you will lie down, won't you, because I don't want you throwing out your back. Summer and I tried it once, not lying down, and it was a disaster, completely! I couldn't walk right for a week!
Ryan: Seth, I don't need to hear about this, and seriously, you always lie down?
Seth: Yes, don't you, I mean, didn't you, in the past?
Ryan: No. Variety is important, Seth.
Seth: Right, variety, I'll try to remember that. Thanks for the tip man, but back to you, you two haven't had sex?
Ryan: We haven't even kissed yet.
Seth: What!
Ryan: We just met, and I really like this girl, woman. It's not like with the others.
Seth: You mean your booty call girls. (Ryan glares at Seth and then softens his look as he realizes what Seth said was right.)
Ryan: Yeah, I guess your right. I want to actually have a relationship with her, not a one night stand.
Seth: But, every morning, when I look, you two always have your arms wrapped around each other.
Ryan: With clothes on.
Seth: Right, I forgot that part, but you could've gotten dressed afterwards. (Ryan gives him a look that says yeah right.) You don't?
Ryan: Well, yeah, because I leave afterwards, but like you said, those were booty calls. When you're in a relationship, you're not supposed to. Cuddling afterwards is one of the best parts. You know, holding the woman you love in your arms, naked, falling asleep with her skin touching yours, at least that's what I've heard. I can't believe you get dressed!
Seth: Well I get too cold!
Ryan: That's what she's there for, to keep you warm.
Seth: Summer won't cuddle with me. She says I flare my arms and legs too much and give her bruises, so I have to get dressed.
Ryan: To bad for you.
Seth: How would you know? You haven't slept with Marissa yet.
Ryan: Correction, we haven't made love, but we sleep together every night, and true, she's not naked, but I still couldn't imagine falling asleep now without her in my arms.
Seth: Mark this day on the calendar, Ryan Atwood just said making love instead of sex! Boy, you've fallen hard for this girl, haven't you?
Ryan: (He's embarrassed.) Yeah, I guess so.
Seth: That's great man!
Ryan: Really?
Seth: Yeah. Summer and I have been waiting for this for years, and now that it has happened, we couldn't be happier for you. Besides, we both really like Marissa. She's good for you, you seem to be good for her, and as long as she makes you happy, she's always welcome in our eyes.
Ryan: I guess she does make me happy. (He rolls his eyes.) Imagine that!
Seth: No, I couldn't do it before, that's what's so amazing about this. We've given up hope for you, man, and had decided to quit trying to set you up, and then look what you did. You went out on your own and found the perfect girl. Love at first site, isn't it wonderful?
Ryan: I don't know, you tell me.
Seth: Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, come on, buddy, you can admit it to me; you're in love with Marissa. (Ryan doesn't even look at him but starts fiddling with the boat.) Fine, but if you don't say anything, I'll take that for a yes. (Ryan looks up at Seth and begins to say something but can't.) Ah-ha! I knew it. Summer is going to go crazy when I tell her this!
Ryan: Seth, I warn you….
Seth: Fine, I won't tell Summer, but she probably already knows. That woman has a sixth sense about this stuff! She's good, trust me, she probably already knows how you feel, hell, she probably knew before you did yourself!
Ryan: (Whispers this so that Seth can't hear.) I doubt that.
Seth: What'd you say man, I couldn't hear you. You're starting to mumble just like me, you know that!
Ryan: Whatever, but come on, what do you need me to do; we're to the shore. (Seth and Ryan work together anchoring the boat and putting down the sails. When they are finished, which only takes a minute or so, they leave the boat, cover it, and head up to the Cohen house. The scene jumps forward to where they are standing outside the front door. Ryan goes to enter, but Seth stops him.)
Seth: Wait, man, I better check with Summer to make sure we're allowed to enter.
Ryan: What?
Seth: (He talks as he dials Summer.) I have to call her and make sure we're allowed to go in. You know she doesn't want us seeing them before seven when we're to meet them out front with flowers at the door.
Ryan: Flowers? Oh no, I didn't get any!
Seth: Don't worry, what do you take me for anyway. I ordered two bouquets this morning, they were delivered this afternoon while Marissa and Summer were shopping, and Mom signed for them. Anyway…. (Summer picks up the phone.)
Summer: What do you want Cohen?
Seth: I just wanted to make sure we're allowed to head up to my room to get ready.
Summer: Yeah, go ahead. (Seth opens the door and motions for Ryan to follow him upstairs.) I have your outfits picked out and laid out on the beds so that you'll flatter what we're wearing. Oh, and Cohen, do not let Ryan come to the poolhouse no matter what excuse he offers. We're getting ready in here.
Seth: Gottcha, no Ryan in the pool house! You're the boss, Summer, my love.
Summer: Dmn straight, and you better not forget it!
Seth: You'll never let me. (Ryan laughs.) Now woman, are you going to let me go, because we men have some serious grooming to do, someone has to represent tonight! (Summer hangs up on him while he's still talking.) Love you, too, Summer. (Ryan laughs again, and the boys head into the room and begin to mess around with the clothes Summer has laid out for them.)
Ryan: I can't believe Summer picked out my outfit.
Seth: You know Summer; she's a little obsessive compulsive, not to mention a fashion freak.
Ryan: Unfortunately, she hasn't helped your taste at all!
Seth: This coming from the guy who believes wife-beaters are a wardrobe staple.
Ryan: Well, at least I can fill them out!
Seth: (He pretends to laugh.) Very funny, but some of us believe that there are more important things to do in life than live in a gym!
Ryan: And how many times have you ever seen me go to the gym?
Seth: That's not the point, Ryan, gees man, get with the program. Anyway, back to me, can you believe what Summer picked out for me?
Ryan: It's a suit. What did you expect?
Seth: Look at the tie.
Ryan: So?
Seth: Are you telling me that you'd be okay with wearing a purple tie?
Ryan: No, I wouldn't wear one, and that's why I don't own one, unlike someone else I know.
Seth: Dude, I didn't buy it!
Ryan: So, you also didn't throw it away.
Seth: Yeah, like Summer would let me do that!
Ryan: You are so whipped! You know you don't have to ask her permission for everything.
Seth: You just wait; you'll be the same way! (There is a knock on the door and Sandy walks in.)
Ryan: I don't think so, never gonna happen!
Sandy: Oh, Ryan, face it, it's inevitable. The first two things that go when you're in love are your pride and your free will. Soon, just like Seth and I, the woman you love will be running your life and telling you exactly what to do.
Seth: Isn't it, love, grand!
Ryan: No, no, you're wrong, both of you. I don't care what you say, Marissa or any other woman will never get me to wear a purple tie or do anything else for that matter that I don't want to do.
Seth: You can deny it all you want, but you'll see, you'll fall just like us, it's inevitable. (Ryan starts to protest.)
Sandy: I know what you're thinking, that will never happen to me, I'll never stoop that low….
Seth: I'll never become whipped.
Sandy: Thank you, son, anyway, but you will….become whipped, as Seth says, because women, and don't ask me how they do it, they have magic powers unknown to man and these powers give them ways to guile and cajole you into doing anything they want you to do.
Ryan: I'm sorry, but there is nothing any woman will be able to do to make me whipped.
Sandy: Oh no, well, I'd hate to break it to you; well actually I think it's all kinda funny, but anyway, I always said the same thing. Then I met Kirsten, fell in love, got married, and look at me. I am so whipped. That woman, now don't forget I love her more than life itself, but she drives me nuts and she controls every single thing I do. Look at my track record. She has gotten me to go to countless Newpsie parties, hell she even had me chair one once, I have to pretend to get along with her father, not to mention how many times has she gotten me to get him out of trouble, and, to top that all off, she even has me drinking wine instead of beer, wine, I still can't believe it!
Seth: You are whipped Father. I don't even think Summer controls me that bad. (Both Ryan and Sandy give Seth a look arguing with this statement.) Okay, so maybe she does, but still, I expected more of you, Father!
Sandy: I know, I know, and I'm sorry, but I caved, just like Ryan here will. (Ryan gives him the look.) Now, if you boys will excuse me, I have to go put my face on, because if I'm late, Kirsten will… well, let's just say, I can't be late.
Seth: Ugh, Father, that's my line. Give it back. There are no stealing jokes in the Cohen household. (Sandy leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.) Sanford, are you listening to me?
Ryan: Now you're in for it. You called him Sanford. The only person who can get away with calling him Sanford is Caleb, and he gets away with it because he won't… not.
Seth: I'm not afraid of Sandy Cohen; he can't do anything to me!
Ryan: He could cut you off, financially.
Seth: Let him bring it on! If he would cut me off, I'll just go and take from someone with deeper, more expensive, designer pockets, Gramps.
Ryan: You live a hard life Seth. (Seth makes a face indicating that what Ryan said is true.)
Seth: Don't mock my struggles. You have no idea how hard it is to be me.
Ryan: And that is something I never want to experience.
Seth: Very funny, Ryan, but let's lay off the comedy tour for a while, because, Dude, I'm sorry, but jokes, well, they're really not your thing. You should leave comedy to the seasoned pros.
Ryan: You mean your Dad.
Seth: He learned all his material from me.
Ryan: Yeah, whatever you say.
Seth: Speaking of hard life, must I remind you that we are to meet Summer and Marissa out front at exactly 7:00, so if we're not going to be late, we better start getting ready, now.
Ryan: So, do you want the bathroom first or should I take it.
Seth: Go ahead, you get ready first…. (Ryan starts to head to the bathroom, taking his clothes with him, but he stops after he hears Seth start talking again.) But, wait, maybe I should use the bathroom first, you know, with the new do and all, because it will take me a while to work out the Jew fro. In fact, you could probably just skip the bathroom all together. You don't need a mirror, you can get dressed out here, and you don't need to shower either, because a little birdie told me that Marissa likes you dirty anyway! (He grabs his clothes and runs into the bathroom, locking the door before Ryan's fist can hit his arm.)
Ryan: Very funny, Seth, and don't worry about me, I'll just go find another bathroom, one that is not occupied by vain, selfish eight year olds.
Seth: Now, other than the insults, that's the spirit, but remember, 7:00, or rather, make it five till, because you never know, Summer's watch might not be set exactly the same as mine, and if we're late tonight, she will claw me to death with her newly manicured nails!
Ryan: Well, if you put it like that, see you at 7:15.
Seth: Fine leave and insult me if you want, but I thought we stuck together, you know brother with brother against the rest of the world, and by the rest of the world, I meant Summer, the Newpsies, and the parents, but mainly, I meant Summer. Dmn that woman can be mean, and after the day we spent together, bonding, me talking and you listening and sympathizing, I thought you would be there for me, to protect me against Summer's rage blackouts, but I guess not. Out of anyone, I thought that I could depend upon my best friend, my brother to help me out, to save my life from the woman who loves to torture me, (At this point, Ryan gives up and leaves, but Seth doesn't hear him go so he continues to ramble on.) but you disappoint me, Ryan, you wound me, and it takes a lot to hurt me. I mean, after years of being stuffed in lockers and having my shoes peed in, it takes someone especially cruel to crack the Seth Cohen mask of strength, and you did it, you my flesh and blood, well not really my flesh, or rather, for that matter, my blood, but you get the picture. Ryan, man, Ryan, buddy, are you even listening to me? Hello? Anyone there? You left me; I can't believe you left in the middle of our conversation. That is just rude! (The camera fades and goes to another portion of the scene, but as it fades out, Seth begins to sing to himself and turns the radio on while in the bathroom. As the camera leaves Seth's bedroom, it goes to Kirsten and Sandy's room. Sandy is laying out his clothes when Kirsten runs into the room, obviously late, and trying to hurry so that she can be ready on time.)
Kirsten: I know, I know, I'm running late, and I'm sorry. We were running right on schedule, but then the caterers called, and they had some sort of problem, and then there was an accident with the dishes and a bunch of plates and cups got broken. By the time I got everything sorted out, it was six, and I still had to stop by the dry cleaners and pick up your suit, which by the way, here it is. (She hands him his suit, and he grabs the other items of clothing he had set out and heads towards the bathroom.) Oh, Sandy, please let me use the bathroom first. I promise I won't take that long, but I need to wash my hair, and then it has to be dried, and makeup, getting dressed, it takes a while, and if I go first then while you're in the bathroom, I can do all the other stuff.
Sandy: What that other stuff is, I'll never know.
Kirsten: Good. Oh, and did you already take Zoe to the babysitter's?
Sandy: (While they talk here, Kirsten is changing out of her work clothes and getting everything ready to get dressed. Sandy is just lounging on the bed watching her, because he can't do anything until after she finishes in the shower.) She was delivered an hour ago safe and sound and ecstatic. I guess they were going to have a girls' night in.
Kirsten: So pizza, movies, and toe nail painting.
Sandy: Is that what you ladies do when you're all alone?
Kirsten: Oh, you mean besides talk about our guys?
Sandy: Something I hope Zoe doesn't do for a long time.
Kirsten: I think you can rest assured for a few more years. How about the boys? Are they ready to go yet?
Sandy: I just left them a few minutes ago upstairs in Seth's room. They were about to get ready I think, but who knows, I left before the conversation could get too interesting.
Kirsten: And what were they talking about? Girls, I presume.
Sandy: Well, sorta, but mainly the ways of women, you know how you mysterious creatures have the ability to control our every thought and action.
Kirsten: We do not, and if we could, that would be wonderful.
Sandy: You're pretty dmn close.
Kirsten: I wish, maybe that way I could get you to give up those Cheetos you love so much and, even more importantly, maybe you and my father would finally get along for once.
Sandy: Oh honey, we pretend, what more could you ask for.
Kirsten: I don't know, maybe a real, genuine conversation that does not end with you glowering and my father leaving the house with the door slamming.
Sandy: Well, that's our small talk. You take my glowering away and his storming out angry and we're left with nothing.
Kirsten: Exactly my point. But, back to the topic at hand, what brought up the female ability to control the male race?
Sandy: I'm not really sure, I kinda walked into the conversation late, but it got interesting when Seth and I started picking on Ryan that his time was coming.
Kirsten: Oh, you mean with Marissa.
Sandy: Yeah.
Kirsten: I really like her, but….
Sandy: But what? This is what you've been hoping would happen for a long time now, Ryan meeting a nice girl, bringing her home, introducing her to us. I don't think I've ever seen Ryan happier than he's been these last two weeks.
Kirsten: No arguments here, I just, I don't know. Every time I look at her I can't help but think that I already know her. It's like I've seen her face before. She just reminds me of someone from my past.
Sandy: Who?
Kirsten: Do you remember Jimmy Cooper?
Sandy: Wow, is that a blast from the past. I haven't heard that name in a long time. How long has he been gone now, twenty one years?
Kirsten: Exactly, and when he left his wife, what was her name again….Julie, she was pregnant, so you never know, Marissa could be their daughter.
Sandy: That would be quite a coincidence, honey that Jimmy Cooper, your high school sweetheart's, daughter would end up back here in Newport dating Ryan, our son. I think you're stretching it a little there.
Kirsten: Well, you've seen her, and you know what Jimmy looks like.
Sandy: You're father still keeps pictures of him up at his house; of course I know what he looks like.
Kirsten: Think about it. Doesn't Marissa look like him?
Sandy: I guess, a little.
Kirsten: More than a little, Sandy.
Sandy: Alright fine, she looks like him, but you know as well as I do that the chances of Marissa being Jimmy Cooper's daughter are very slim, less than that, they're basically non-existent.
Kirsten: What's her last name?
Sandy: I don't know. What does that matter?
Kirsten: I was just curious. Knowing what her last name is would clear this up rather quickly, wouldn't you say?
Sandy: I doubt it's Cooper, but, hey, if it makes you feel better, I'll ask Ryan later.
Kirsten: No, don't do that. I don't want to raise his suspicions or make him feel uncomfortable. We'll find out sooner or later, and the important thing is that she makes Ryan happy.
Sandy: Not to mention that Seth and Summer seem to really like her as well. I've actually heard that she might be moving in with the kids when they get back to school.
Kirsten: Who told you that?
Sandy: No one, I've just heard some rumblings about it. Summer seems thrilled to finally be getting another girl to live with them, and obviously Ryan would want her to move in. I think Seth's pretty keyed into the idea as well, because, well, you know, she's a Deathcab fan.
Kirsten: Right and they're a band?
Sandy: Honey, where have you been? Seth has been a Deathcab fan now for at least six years; of course they're a band.
Kirsten: I just don't get the name.
Sandy: Don't ask me, if they don't sing show tunes or torch songs, I know nothing about them.
Kirsten: Oh, I know, don't remind me.
Sandy: I thought you loved my taste in music, you might not share it, but I at least thought you found it endearing.
Kirsten: Comical maybe.
Sandy: You better be careful there or when I'm in the shower I'll sing the whole time.
Kirsten: Like you don't already!
Sandy: You know how to stop me from singing, you could always join me.
Kirsten: Then we'll be even later to the party.
Sandy: I wouldn't mind.
Kirsten: I didn't think you would, but you know I love New Year's Eve….
Sandy: Not as much as you love Valentine's Day.
Kirsten: I know, but tonight is still important, and I do not want to miss the party, so I'm going to go jump in the shower.
Sandy: You do know that if I took one at the same time, we would get ready quicker.
Kirsten: Nice try. Why don't you go and find an empty bathroom instead of waiting for me.
Sandy: I believe they are all occupied, I better just join you.
Kirsten: Oh, and who's in the bathroom by your office?
Sandy: Ryan?
Kirsten: And the guest bathroom upstairs?
Sandy: Ryan again. Boy that kid uses a lot of space when he gets ready. (Sandy laughs and Kirsten gives him the look.)
Kirsten: Nice try mister. If you're not ready by the time I am, I am going to the party by myself.
Sandy: Really? (He pretends to like this idea.)
Kirsten: And at midnight I will just have to find someone else to ring the new year in with if you know what I mean.
Sandy: This isn't another swinger's party is it, because if it is, I'm leaving my watch at home?
Kirsten: Very funny, Sandy.
Sandy: I still can't believe your sister sent us to that party years ago. Talk about gall.
Kirsten: I can't hear you. Go get in the shower already!
Sandy: I'm going, I'm going. (He walks out of the room and goes to the other bathroom.) Seth's right, I'm completely and utterly whipped.
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