Episode #3: First Day Jitters
In this episode, Ryan, Marissa, Seth, and Summer are back at school for their first week of classes. Not only do they have to return to the grind of classes and work, but Marissa is also moving into the apartment. Their first day back does not flow as smoothly as everyone had wished, and the seemingly perfect situation is revealed to have some holes in it. On top of everything else, once the hectic week has passed, they are expected to go back to Newport to celebrate Kirsten and Sandy's anniversary. To honor the occasion, there is a small party, well for Newport's standards, and let's just say that not everything goes to plan. Plus, there are two surprise guests in attendance that will shake the Cohen's world to the core. Everyone will be affected, and after the party ends, no ones lives will be the same. As the scene begins, Seth and Summer are just getting up. They are in the kitchen of the apartment, she is making coffee, he is sitting on a kitchen stool reading the paper, and they are discussing their upcoming day. Marissa and Ryan are still asleep. The four of them had not gotten to sleep the night before until very late, especially after they had returned from Newport and had gotten Marissa settled in.
Seth: (He is yawning and rubbing his eyes before setting down with the newspapers. Both Seth and Summer are still in their pajamas which just happen to be matching.) Ugh, I never knew finding a roommate for Ryan would be soooo exhausting.
Summer: What are you talking about? Last night, while we were unloading her car, you didn't lift a single box. All you did was hold the doors open, press the buttons on the elevator, and give us directions as to where to move if we couldn't see.
Seth: Yeah, and all that talking has left me parched, woman, where is the coffee?
Summer: Don't you take that tone with me, Cohen. If you don't like the pace at which I make coffee, then you can get off that scrawny little ss of yours and make your own coffee.
Seth: I can't. You make the best coffee, (She gives him a look expressing that she isn't buying his line of blarney.) Besides, it's good practice for you for when we're married.
Summer: Excuse me?
Seth: I mean, so you can give the maids and cooks proper instructions.
Summer: Much better. (She hands him a cup of coffee, and they both drink from their own cups.) Do you think we should wake up Coop and Chino?
Seth: They're big kids, they can get themselves up. Besides, you know Ryan, if they had an early class; he had already been up making bagels and getting his nerd gear packed for the first big day back.
Summer: Yeah, I guess you're right. So what do you want for breakfast?
Seth: Well, as I see it, we have two options. Option number one is that we can wait for Marissa to wake up so that she can cook us something, or we could get dressed and just go out for breakfast, you know, at our favorite little diner. We could share some toast, canoodle in the booth, and play footsy.
Summer: Option number two, but (She puts her coffee cup down and starts running to the bathroom.) I'll race you to the bathroom. First one there gets the shower. Second has to wait till later. (She clearly will win, so Seth doesn't even start running.)
Seth: But Summer, I smell like sweat from last night's heavy lifting. (This is said in a whiny voice.)
Summer: Fine, if you pay for breakfast, I'll let you take a shower….but I'll be in there, too. (She is smiling very coyly, and when Seth hears the last part, he starts running for the bathroom, stripping as he goes.)
Seth: Now that is what I call a good deal. (As he is running and attempting to strip, he trips as he tries to take off his pants and falls to the floor. Summer immediately starts to laugh, but Seth, because of what he's running to, is not daunted and gets right up and starts running and stripping again.) I could have been seriously injured there, and all you did was stand and laugh. I'm not feeling loved and appreciated right now.
Summer: Well, get in the shower, and I'll show you just how much I love and appreciate you.
Seth: (He smiles broadly.) Oh, okay. (The door shuts behind him and as the camera fades, giggling can be heard from the shower.)
Credits and Commercial Break
Seth and Summer return from breakfast back to the apartment to grab their school supplies. When they return the apartment is exactly how they left it. Their coffee cups are still sitting on the counter, half full, no other dishes have been used, and Seth's clothes are still thrown all over the living room and hallway. It does not look as if anyone had been in the apartment since they left.
Seth: Are they still sleeping?
Summer: What are you talking about?
Seth: Ryan and Marissa. Do you actually think that if Ryan would have gotten up he would have left the apartment while it looked like this? He always cleans up after us.
Summer: Maybe they were in a hurry.
Seth: And do you think that they would have left without eating or drinking anything?
Summer: Maybe they washed their dishes. (Seth goes over to the dishwasher and opens it to reveal that it is empty.) I bet they just went out to breakfast like we did.
Seth: We didn't see them at the diner.
Summer: There are other restaurants.
Seth: But, Ryan is a creature of habit….
Summer: Speaking from experience?
Seth: You know as well as I do that he always goes to the diner and that he never tries new restaurants.
Summer: I don't know, new girlfriend, new diner. Maybe he's expanding his horizons. You never know.
Seth: No, I know, this is my brother we're talking about. Besides, even if they went out to breakfast, that still doesn't explain why he left the apartment messy.
Summer: Because it's not his mess.
Seth: Yeah, but Ryan hates when the apartment is messy, so he always cleans it up before he goes anywhere. This just does not make sense. Do you think that something's wrong?
Summer: Do you always have to jump to the worst conclusions? Maybe you were right the first time, maybe they're still sleeping.
Seth: Ryan never sleeps this late, and although I don't know what Marissa's sleeping habits are, she seems like a very punctual girl, someone who would not want to be late for her first day of classes.
Summer: There are such things as afternoon and night classes. Not everyone likes to make their schedule so that they're done by noon, Cohen. But, if it will make you concentrate better in class today, I'll just go and check up on them. (She walks down the hall, opens Ryan and Marissa's door, sees that they're still asleep, and then returns to the living room.)
Seth: What's wrong? Are they injured? Are they missing?
Summer: (She just stares at him for a moment with her mouth open in shock at his paranoia.) No, nothing's wrong…at least with them, but there is definitely something wrong with you. Why do you always jump to the worst conclusion?
Seth: It's a Cohen thing, well; actually, it's a Jewish thing. Besides being really good at guilt and making bagels, we always anticipate the worst. You'll see, when we have kids, they'll be the same way.
Summer: Aw, Cohen.
Seth: What?
Summer: You want to have kids…with me?
Seth: No, I just want to marry you; I'll have my kids with all of my random flings and affairs.
Summer: Oh, so you want to be like your Grandpa?
Seth: (He laughs.) Hey, that was a good one.
Summer: Thanks.
Seth: But, no, I don't want to be like Gramps, even though he only had one illegitimate kid. Trust me Summer, you're woman enough for me, I won't need any girls on the side. You're crazy enough to keep me interested for a lifetime. Oh, and who else would I want to have my kids with? If I didn't want you to be the mother of my children, do you really think I would still propose to you?
Summer: Okay, sorry, I just have never heard you speak about kids before. I wasn't even sure if you wanted them.
Seth: Do you?
Summer: Yours.
Seth: Same here.
Summer: Good, that's settled. Now, what do you think about practicing tonight?
Seth: Endurance practice, again?
Summer: Actually, I wasn't thinking about that, but what I had in mind would help that. I thought we could practice making babies tonight.
Seth: Are you serious? You want to get pregnant now? We're only juniors in college!
Summer: No, birdbrain, I said practice, not really make one. Hello, I'm on birth control, and trust me, that is not going to stop for a while.
Seth: Oh, good, you had me scared, because technically, I'm only nine and a half, so I'm not old enough to have kids yet.
Summer: I'm twenty one, and I'm not old enough to have a kid yet.
Seth: Ew, Summer, that's disgusting. You're such a cradle robber, me, nine and a half and you twenty one. Don't you find that a little twisted?
Summer: Well, if you find it that twisted, then I guess we better not have sex for a while. So, I guess tonight is out of the question and that we won't be practicing?
Seth: Did I say it was twisted, I meant romantic and sexy….
Summer: And?
Seth: And that we should not wait to practice till tonight, we should begin now.
Summer: Cohen, I have class in a half an hour.
Seth: So, it's just the first day, it's not really important. We can skip it. Come on, Summer, you know you want to. (At this point, Seth goes up to Summer and starts kissing her neck, her lips, her chest, and although Summer tries not to react at first, she begins to kiss him back just as Ryan and Marissa come out of their room.)
Marissa: You two are always practicing. Don't you know what time it is, and you're already dressed? (Seth and Summer pull away from each other, and Ryan and Marissa head to the kitchen and Ryan pours them each a cup of coffee.)
Seth: Do you know what time it is?
Marissa: Yeah, it's 8:00. I set the alarm for eight, because I have my first class at nine.
Seth: And I bet that class would have been thrilling….
Ryan: What do you mean would have been?
Seth: Like I was saying, that class would have been thrilling if you still went to school on the east coast, but it's 11:00 not 8:00.
Marissa: Very funny, Seth. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready for class. (She turns to Ryan.) Is it okay if I get in the shower first?
Ryan: Yeah, that's fine. I don't have class till 10:00 anyway. (She walks off with her coffee and goes into the bathroom.)
Seth: Well then, in that case, you're class would have been thrilling too.
Ryan: Seth, drop it. It wasn't funny the first time, and it's still not funny.
Summer: He's not joking, Chino. It's seriously 11:00. That's why we're already dressed. I have class in a half an hour… (She realizes what she is saying.) Why haven't you gone to class yet? (This she says to Seth.) Did you really skip them like you told me to?
Seth: No, I don't have class today.
Summer: What?
Seth: I made my schedule so that all my classes are only on Tuesday and Thursday. Plus, I also made it so that I'm done by 1:00.
Ryan: I don't care, Seth. Is it seriously 11:00?
Seth: Dude, all you have to do is look at a clock if you don't believe me. (Ryan does this.)
Ryan: Oh, sh!t! (He puts his coffee down and runs to the bathroom and begins to knock on the door.) Marissa, can I come in?
Marissa: (She is heard on the inside of the door saying yes over the sound of the shower running. Ryan opens the door and goes in. Seth and Summer just watch the door, waiting to see some kind of reaction. After a few seconds, Marissa's voice is heard yelling.) Are you serious? I thought Seth was kidding. Oh, this is just great. My first day at a new school and I sleep in and miss my first three classes. Now what am I supposed to do? I'm going to have to go to all three professors and explain myself to them. Talk about a great first impression.
Ryan: I'll go with you if you want me to, you know for moral support.
Marissa: Thanks, but don't you have your own classes to catch up with?
Ryan: Yeah, but I already know my professors, and besides, they'll just think it's funny that my east coast girlfriend forgot to set our alarm clock to west coast time. (He laughs softly.)
Marissa: It's not funny, Ryan. (There are a few seconds of quiet before Seth and Summer can hear both Ryan and Marissa laughing loudly.)
Summer: Whew, that was close. I thought we were about to hear the first fight.
Seth: At least we could have recommended make up sex to them if they had.
Summer: Cohen, they're not having sex, yet.
Seth: Really? Still?
Summer: I don't think so, I mean, Coop never said anything to me about it if they did.
Seth: And girls always compare notes afterwards, right?
Summer: Right.
Seth: Great, so once they do have sex, I'm going to be compared to the Casanova from Chino in there, what with his muscular arms and ripped stomach. This will just be great! (He says this with mock enthusiasm.)
Summer: Is someone worried that they're going to be showed up in the bedroom department? (Seth shakes his head up and down while giving her puppy dog eyes.) Don't worry, I won't let anyone show up my fiancé, and trust me, I'm very talented at exaggeration.
Seth: And what is that supposed to mean?
Summer: (She grabs her bookbag off of the couch, puts her arm through his, and begins to pull him out the door.) Come on, Cohen, since you have nothing to do today, you can walk me to class. Oh, and would you mind going by the bookstore and picking up my books for me, please?
Seth: And how am I supposed to carry them?
Summer: With your arms. (They leave the apartment, shut the door behind them, and the camera follows them as they make their way out of the building and continue toward the campus.)
Seth: I know these babies look like ambassadors of pain….
Summer: For some reason, I have the distinct feeling you've used that line before.
Seth: Good similes should always be recycled, Summer. Anyway, I know they look like they can lift a lot, but really, they can't. The last time I attempted heavy lifting, my legs went numb, which I don't think that is normal.
Summer: Ask someone who works in the bookstore to carry them out to the car for you. Besides, if you handle this for me, I'll have more free time to spend with you this afternoon….and tonight. (She winks at him.)
Seth: I could always recruit a football player to help.
Summer: Like you even know any of the football players; it's not like high school where the jocks introduced themselves to you by peeing in your shoes.
Seth: Okay, so I don't know any football players, but all I have to do is look for some guy who has obviously been talking to Victor Conte, offer him a meat ball sandwich if he carries something for me, and voila, books are bought and deposited in the Range Rover.
Summer: Or you could just take Chino along with you. At least that way you could save some money. Plus, he could help out Marissa and pick her books up for her, too.
Seth: Yeah, because we don't need her flipping out again. Now I see why those two are perfect for each other. Can you say anger issues? (Summer gives him the look which says what are you talking about.)
Summer: Shut it, Cohen.
Seth: Seriously, woman, I think you need to come up with some new one liners, maybe something with a little more sass and zip. I'm really getting sick of hearing you say either can it, Cohen or shut it, Cohen. A very wise man once told me that variety is the spice of life; maybe you should follow his astute advice.
Summer: Oh really, and who told you that. The only men you've ever really had a conversation with are your Dad, your Grandpa, and Chino.
Seth: Try the latter.
Summer: Chino, seriously, told you that variety is the spice of life. I can't believe that. This coming from the guy who wears either a wife beater or a t-shirt every day, eats a bagel every morning for breakfast, and resorts to the same glare every time you say something to piss him off. Obviously, he doesn't practice what he preaches.
Seth: We weren't really talking about those things when he spoke of variety.
Summer: What else would you two have been talking about….oh my god, you weren't discussing our sex life with him, were you?
Seth: And why would you jump to that conclusion, my little Summerith?
Summer: Because obviously you were fishing for advice, and, let's face it, compared to you, Chino looks like a sex god! Whoops! (She realizes what she just said and smacks her hand over her mouth.)
Seth: I can no longer walk you to class. I, instead, need to go and find my pride somewhere after you stomped all over it and smashed it to smithereens. (He starts to walk off quickly away from Summer, but she chases after him, running, or at least attempting to in her high heel, wedge sandals.)
Summer: Cohen, wait, that didn't come out like I meant it.
Seth: I think you made your position quite clear, thank you very much.
Summer: Would you just stop so I can talk to you?
Seth: So you could rip me on my comic drawing talents or my ability to play a video game, or maybe you would like to insult my taste in music or movies or my looks, but wait, you insult those every day. The one thing you've never chided me on, well, at least not since our first few attempts, have been my talents between the sheets, other than the endurance part, but that was mainly teasing, but now you have, and I really don't know if there is anything left for us to talk about, ever.
Summer: Cohen, please, stop and listen to me. (He stops and turns around to look at her. It is obvious that he's been hurt, and the look on his face says it all.) Alright, I realize what I said sounded bad, but it came differently than what I meant.
Seth: Oh really, I think you basically said that I have no talent at all in the bedroom and that you're disappointed in our relationship.
Summer: You are so insecure! No, that's not what I meant. I said looks, and don't they say that looks can be deceiving. You always compare yourself with Ryan, or with any other guy who is physically… more endowed than you, and I don't mean downstairs. Chino looks like he'd be great in bed what with those arms, those abs, and well, in general, that whole package….
Seth: You're not making me feel better, here, Summer.
Summer: Sorry. Anyway, what I meant was that Ryan looks good on paper…in a photo, well in real life, too, and that you always seem to think that he'd be better than you, so you would obviously go to him for advice, but you don't need to.
Seth: I don't?
Summer: No, not at all. Like I said, after our first few awkward hook-ups, you became quite debonair and skilled in the love making department. I am happy with what I have, you don't need to be insecure, and besides, I doubt Chino, with all those muscles, can be near as flexible as you in bed. (By the time she ends this line, Seth is pulling her into a kiss. After he kisses her, he begins to speak again.)
Seth: I am pretty flexible, aren't I?
Summer: You're more flexible than I am, and that's saying something, but can I ask a question without you getting all Coheny and insecure again?
Seth: I'll try not to, go ahead, what's the question?
Summer: Why did variety come up in the conversation in the first place, because, personally, I think that we lead a pretty varied sex life? I mean…there have been many, and I mean many, different places where we've, um, you know.
Seth: Oh, no, we weren't talking about locations….just positions.
Summer: Oooohhhh!
Seth: Yeah, according to Ryan, we should change that up a little bit, you know, try it not always lying down.
Summer: But you have a bad back, and the one time we did try that, you couldn't walk right for a week.
Seth: That's what I said.
Summer: And anyway, what does Chino know about us, right. Are you happy with our sex?
Seth: God yes!
Summer: So, so am I, so Chino can go and throw his own back out for all I care. I need you healthy.
Seth: Right, exactly! Now, about that walk to class? Are you sure I can't persuade you to skip?
Summer: Nice try, but I'll be done by 3:00, so your place or mine? (They both laugh and go back to walking towards the campus, arm in arm. As this portion of the scene ends, it blacks out before the camera is back in the group's apartment. At the beginning of the next portion of the scene, Seth and Summer are putting the finishing touches onto the dinner table. They have obviously ordered in, but the reason is explained.)
Summer: Is that everything?
Seth: I think so. You know it was a really good idea to do this for Marissa. I know we have all been looking forward to home cooked meals while she's living here with us, but after the morning she had, asking her to cook tonight may have just pushed her over the edge into crazy town. (Seth holds up his hands and does a loony motion.)
Summer: I can't believe that they're not back yet. Did Chino say why they'd be so late?
Seth: Something about Marissa trying to find a job. He was driving her around while she looked for job openings and picked up applications. Talk about the first day from hell. Not only did the poor girl set her alarm clock wrong and missed all of her classes, but she's at a new school where she only knows three people, granted we are awesome, but none the less, the idea has to be daunting.
Summer: I really don't think she minds that part. From the way she's talked, she knew tons of people back in Amish country, but she still felt totally isolated and alone, but since she's been here, she said that she's never had better company. It's actually kinda sad.
Seth: If she hated the east so bad, why did she wait so long to move out here?
Summer: Family.
Seth: Ugh, family can be such a b!tch. Look at me; I would have been living her life, what with the cold winters, unpredictable weather, and horse drawn buggies had it not been for my family.
Summer: And what about me?
Seth: Summer, you are my family; don't you know that by now?
Summer: Ah, Cohen, just when I think you have put your foot in your mouth, you somehow pull it out and make me love you even more. Come here. (He listens and moves in towards her, and once he reaches her, she begins to kiss him. After they kiss for a few moments, the door opens and Ryan and Marissa walk in.)
Ryan: I swear every time we turn around or enter a room, you two are going at it!
Seth: Jealous, aren't you?
Ryan: Of you, never, man.
Seth: That hurts. There are lots of reasons you should be jealous of me. I have the better hair of the two of us, (He messes with his hair after he says this.) I definitely have the better taste in music, Journey, seriously, who listens to them anymore,
Marissa: Ugh-oh, now you're in for it, no one messes with Journey in front of Ryan.
Seth: Not to mention that I am in possession of the best three horses a man could ask for. First of all, there's the stallion, Captain Oats, a ladies killer himself, just like his owner, and to top him off, I also have the two prettiest fillies in the stable, Princess Sparkle, who technically Summer owns, but I claim part ownership, and this little firecracker here, Summer, talk about a show pony. Look at that hind end; you can't make them better than that. (Ryan and Marissa are staring at him in shock at how he has just described Summer, but she's actually quite pleased with his Coheny compliment.)
Summer: You're not such a bad steed yourself, Cohen.
Seth: Aw, Summer, you make me blush. (He walks towards her to begin kissing her again, but is stopped by Ryan clearing his throat and obviously trying to stop them before we start.)
Ryan: And what's all this? You two ordered in, again, really you shouldn't have.
Summer: I know, I know, we've all been looking forward to Marissa gracing this table with her home cooked meals, but we figured after the hectic and not so smooth day that she had to go through, that it would be too much for us to ask her to cook tonight, so we thought we'd cook, well at least provide dinner. I hope Mexican suits everyone. Cohen and I tried to think of something different to eat besides Thai, Chinese, Japanese, or Pizza.
Marissa: I love Mexican food, and thanks, I really didn't feel like cooking.
Summer: Well sit, dig in. I know Cohen can't wait to eat; he loves fajitas.
Seth: I do love the fajitas; I can't believe how long it's been since I had one. (He smells the air.) De-lic-ious! (Everyone sits down while laughing at Seth and his stomach. As they pass the food around, letting everyone take what they want, the conversation begins again.)
Summer: Now, the only thing that's missing is the tequila. Cohen, do we have any left?
Marissa: Oh, no thanks. I have a really busy day tomorrow, and the last time I drank tequila, I spent the entire next day in bed, and I really can't afford to do that tomorrow, literally.
Summer: So I guess the job hunt didn't go so well?
Marissa: Nope, I'll be back to looking tomorrow, but for right now, I just want to forget about it and enjoy the evening. It's not like fretting over the fact that I don't have job tonight is going to get me one.
Seth: Right and that is very un-Cohen like of you, Marissa. We are notorious for fretting and anticipating the worst, it's really quite healthy of you not to. Besides, this weekend, you'll be able to escape the job hunt once again, because we have the annual party coming up back in Newport to celebrate the union of the Kirsten and the Sandy, something we should all be grateful for, because it produced me, but if you wouldn't mind, I'd rather not go into that too much, because parents and (He tries to say sex but it doesn't come out and he struggles with it for a moment before Ryan says it for him.)
Ryan: Sex?
Seth: Ugh, Ryan, please, I'm eating here, fajitas in fact, and I really don't want this delectable and delightful meal ruined, okay, so nix the parents and the reproductive talk. (Everyone laughs.)
Marissa: I would love to go to your parents anniversary party, but the way today went, I'll probably still be looking for a job this weekend, and I absolutely have to find one. Besides having to pay my share of the rent (Ryan starts to interrupt her, but she stops him.) which I am going to do no matter what you say, I also have other bills to pay, most importantly my tuition.
Summer: Wow, really?
Marissa: What?
Summer: You have to pay for your tuition?
Marissa: Not all of it, most is covered by scholarships and government grants, but what is not paid by financial aid, I have to. So, you see, finding a job is imperative.
Ryan: Well, I'll take you again tomorrow after classes.
Summer: Yeah, and Cohen and I will start reading the papers looking for advertisements, right, Cohen? (She elbows him to get his response.)
Seth: Right and I was going to agree, I was just waiting for you to finish talking. You didn't need to elbow me!
Marissa: I'm also thinking about selling my car.
Ryan: Why?
Marissa: I really won't need it now, what with public transportation and all. Back home, we didn't have public transportation and absolutely nothing was in walking distance, so I had to have a car, but I don't need it anymore, so if I sell it, I'll get a little influx of cash, not to mention I'll lose a bill.
Summer: You will, how? You don't own your car? No offense, but it doesn't look that new.
Marissa: Oh no, I own it, but my insurance is outrageous.
Summer: Really? Insurance is that much?
Ryan: We've never really had to pay insurance. Our parents have always taken care of it.
Marissa: It's not a problem, I understand, and it doesn't bother me. I mean, you guys are lucky and I envy you a little, but it's cool. Besides, now that I'm selling my car, I'll need you three rich kids to drive me around when I don't want to take the bus.
Seth: Mi coche is su coche.
Ryan: Aw, do you always speak in Spanish when you eat Mexican, Seth?
Seth: I try to keep it real.
Summer: Don't worry, Coop, anytime you need a ride, just ask, but I wouldn't recommend asking Cohen. He drives like a yenta- slow and cautious! Oy, it's so annoying! (Everyone laughs except Seth.)
Seth: I am a very good driver, thank you very much. (They ignore him.)
Marissa: I'll keep that in mind, and thanks.
Summer: Hey, what are roommates for? (She yawns.)
Marissa: Sum, it's not even 8:00 yet, and you're already tired. What's up with that?
Summer: Um, I don't know. I just can't seem to ever get enough sleep, but that doesn't matter. So how did your professors take the news about you sleeping in this morning?
Marissa: Um, some better than others. You can definitely tell who has a sense of humor and who doesn't. Just a second though, I'm going to go and grab a drink. Does anyone want one?
Ryan: I'd take one.
Marissa: Okay. Be right back.
Summer: Ryan, why don't you go and help her. You know, unlike what Cohen says, chivalry is not dead. (Ryan gives her a curious look wondering why she is trying to get rid of him, but he gets up and goes after Marissa anyway.) Okay, listen; we have a task upon our hands.
Seth: What?
Summer: We need to find Marissa a really cool job, something that she will like, but what will help her career in the long run. Plus, it has to pay decently but not make her work too many hours because of school and social time. Oh, and Sundays off would be a good thing, too, if we could manage it, you know for family stuff. So, what do you think? (Seth sits and ponders over what summer has said.) Hurry up; they'll be back in a minute, so?
Seth: It sounds good, but what did you have in mind?
Summer: I think we should get her a job working in TV, because that's where she wants to work after she graduates.
Seth: Well, that's great, but how are we supposed to get her a job in the television industry. I know we have so many influential contacts seeing that we're two, 21 year old nobodies in college, but I'm sure we'll be able to find Marissa a job that fits everyone of your perquisites.
Summer: Don't get all pessimistic on me, Cohen, and we do know one person who can just about get any strings pulled in the state of California, your grandfather. I'm sure if you talked to him and told him what type of job we wanted for Marissa, he'd be on it quicker than Chino on a wife beater.
Seth: Oh, and I know he'll just love to do Ryan's girlfriend a favor.
Summer: Why would you tell him that Marissa is Ryan's girlfriend? Just tell him that she's a friend of yours and mine. He won't even blink an eye to do a favor for us. Call him in the morning, set it up, just make sure that she doesn't start until next week so that she can go home with us this weekend, and we'll tell her as soon as your grandfather gets her the job. Oh, and get the details from him, her work schedule, her salary, what she'll be doing. Now, sshhh, I think they're coming back. Do not say a word about this to Ryan, either, you hear me, Cohen?
Seth: Of course not.
Summer: Seth?
Seth: I won't say a word, I swear.
Summer: On what?
Seth: On Captain Oats, my comic book collection, and Deathcab.
Summer: Good. (Ryan and Marissa re-enter from the kitchen.) What did you two do, go outside and pump that water?
Ryan: I thought you two wanted a moment so we waited a few minutes. Are you done with whatever you had to talk about, or should we go back into the kitchen?
Seth: What, what are you talking about, Buddy? We didn't want to be alone to talk about anything or to do anything. We just thought you two might like a few minutes alone.
Ryan: We've been alone together practically all day as we drove around looking for job openings.
Summer: Well, you can never have too much alone time.
Marissa: I don't buy it; you two are up to something. Spill it, what we're you talking about in here while we were in the kitchen.
Seth: Honestly, nothing.
Ryan: Seth, sorry man, but you have to be the world's worst liar.
Seth: (Somewhat under his breath.) Second only to you.
Summer: Fine, if you really want to know what we're up to, I'll tell you.
Seth: Woman, what are you doing? You just got done making me promise that I wouldn't spill the beans, and now you're going to. This is not fair.
Summer: Cohen, they're not going to take no for an answer, so we might as well just tell them. Okay, so while you were in the kitchen, we were kinda planning a weekend away for all of us. I know you can't go this weekend Marissa, but we thought that once you find a job, we should celebrate by all of us going somewhere. What do you think? We thought either Big Bear to go skiing, can you ski, Marissa?
Marissa: No, but I can always learn.
Seth: Now that's the spirit.
Ryan: You guys, I can't ski either.
Summer: Ah, Chino, we never thought you would want to learn, and besides, we figured we'd all stay in our hotel rooms more than we'd actually be out on the slopes, but if you don't like the skiing idea, we could always head down to Mexico or go up to Vegas. We're all of age now, so we could really turn the Vegas on it's ear. Chino could count cards; Cohen could try to pick up some hookers. It'd be fun for all.
Marissa: Whoa, hookers, what's that about?
Seth: Marissa, don't you know, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?
Marissa: Yeah, I've heard of that, but I didn't think I'd ever hear Summer supporting the idea of you spending your time with call girls.
Summer: I really don't want him to, but it would be funny to watch him try. (Everyone laughs and Seth turns to look at her surprised.)
Seth: Are you all doubting the Seth Cohen pick up moves?
Ryan: I don't really think they'd care too much about your moves, just how much money you're carrying.
Marissa: And what do you know about prostitutes, Ryan?
Ryan: Absolutely nothing, except for what I've seen in the movies. You do know that Seth loves the movie Pretty Woman. I think he's made me watch that at least a hundred times.
Seth: I don't think I could get you to do anything you didn't want to.
Summer: Are you kidding me, Chino does anything you say just to get you to shut up!
Seth: (He thinks about it a little bit.) Yeah, I guess you're right, but what do you say Marissa? How about a little Vegas, a little skiing, or maybe a little cock-fighting?
Marissa: I appreciate the thought, but why don't we wait and see what happens. Who knows, I might have to work every weekend, which means, we won't be able to go anywhere.
Summer: Yeah, I guess you're right. We just jumped the gun a little. Sorry.
Marissa: Don't apologize. A trip with the four of us sounds like a blast, I just don't know if I'll be able to do it.
Seth: Enough with all this gab; can we please get back to eating? My stomach is so excited; it's jumping around and talking to me.
Summer: Whatever you want, Cohen. (Everyone starts to eat, but Ryan continues to watch Summer and Seth. He obviously doesn't buy there cover story and still believes that they're up to something. Summer notices his look and gives him a reassuring smile, saying yes, something's up, but don't worry. He calms down and begins to eat, too. The camera fades and the scene ends.)
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