It is now Monday evening. Marissa and Summer are cooking dinner as Marissa has just returned from work. They are having girl bonding time while the boys are off having their own bonding session. As they cook, Marissa discusses her first day at work and gives Summer some good news. After Marissa and Summer talk, the scene jumps to Seth and Ryan as they discuss their respective relationships while at an arcade. The scene ends as the boys leave to go home for dinner.

Summer: (She has just walked in the door and she is carrying her backpack and a bag of groceries.) Hey, Coop, sorry I'm late. I got cornered at the store by this annoyingly chipper do-gooder from school who wanted me to help her organize a fundraiser to support some beached whale or something. I don't know, I really wasn't listening much; I was just trying to come up a good excuse to not help. (Summer puts her backpack on the couch in the living room and then goes back into the kitchen portion and starts to unpack the bag. She is pulling out things that the girls would use to make Chicken Cordon-bleu, the dish Marissa is making that night.)

Marissa: Well, did you?

Summer: Did I what?

Marissa: Come up with a good excuse to get out of helping her?

Summer: No, I ended up saying that I would think about it but had to go because I had ice cream in the bag and I didn't want it to melt. I know, lame, right, but that was the only thing I could think of.

Marissa: That's okay.

Summer: No, it's not, because I absolutely cannot be apart of this fundraiser. I have no problem helping a whale, although I'm not giving up my lipstick collection, but I'll write her a nice big check, my Dad won't care, but there is no way I am going to work with that environmental harpy.

Marissa: No, I meant that it's okay because I have an excuse for you.

Summer: Wow, Coop, you're mind works quickly. How did you come up with something so fast?

Marissa: Well, actually, I thought of it this afternoon at work, but I didn't know my great idea would kill two birds with one stone for you.

Summer: Go on, I'm intrigued.

Marissa: (She stops what she is doing, which was cooking the chicken for the meal, and she makes Summer stop fussing with the groceries and face her as she speaks.) Okay, first of all, I want you to look at me, because I want to see your expression when I tell you. Good. Now, today at work, we had a meeting discussing what is coming up on the show I'm working on.

Summer: Which is what by the way?

Marissa: It's called Malibu. It's a drama about this group of teenagers who are friends, some of them date, and it also heavily showcases their parents and their lives so that it's just not about the kids. I think it's something that both parents and their kids could watch together. Plus, it's not pure drama; there are a lot of funny parts, too. Well, anyway, so they are casting this new role. On the call sheet, it says that the role will only be for one episode, but if they like her, the writers and producers today were discussing keeping her on the show longer. As I was listening, I realized that you fit their description perfectly. So after the meeting was over, I went up to my boss and told him about you. I got you an audition tomorrow, and if you get the job, then we'll be working together! Can you imagine how great this will look on your resume after you graduate? Plus, they always say the hardest thing is to get your first gig, so you're half way there!

Summer: (She just looks at Marissa for a few moments, with a dumbstruck expression on her face before speaking up.) Are you serious, because if you're teasing me about this, I swear Coop, I don't care what you say in your own defense, I will never forgive you!

Marissa: Sum, I wouldn't do that, especially after all you and Seth did for me. The way I see this, this is just a little payback for you getting me my job.

Summer: (She laughs, and because Marissa now knows that she believes her and that she is happy about it, she laughs as well.) I can't believe this is happening! (Marissa goes back to cooking. While Summer talks, she plays around the kitchen, getting out the supper dishes, handing things to Marissa, but basically she just talks. Marissa cooks the chicken and ham, and prepares the chicken cordon bleu. Plus, she also makes the side dishes, asparagus with lemon and boiled baby red potatoes. The dessert is already made, chocolate mousse, and is chilling in the fridge.) Oh my gosh, what am I going to wear tomorrow, and my hair needs cut and re-highlighted. I'll have to skip my classes tomorrow so that I can get everything done in time, but how am I going to get a last minute appointment? Plus, my nails need done, I'll want someone who's a professional to do my make-up, and, and…. Oh Coop, there is just so much I need to do! I won't be ready in time.

Marissa: First of all, I'll help you pick out an outfit, but they'll have you change into your costume anyway, and secondly, I wouldn't get anything done to your hair yet. If you get the job, they might want you to get it cut or colored a certain way, so it would be better for them to decide what it should look like instead of you. No sense wasting the money when they'll probably change it anyway, so I'd wait. Plus, the make-up artist will do your make-up for you, so you don't have to worry about that. Besides, you can't skip classes already; this is only the second week of school. What will your professors think?

Summer: Who cares, besides, it's not as if I haven't skipped this early in a semester before. Most of the professors I have know me already, so they expect me to skip all the time. I miss at least half the classes a semester, I'm just lucky Stanford is a big school with big classes, so they don't take attendance or something. Besides, if I would skip, it's for a good cause in furthering my career. I would think my acting and theatre professors would be excited for me, hell, proud. (Marissa laughs at her logic.)

Marissa: Well, if you change your mind, let me know, because I thought that we could drive in together tomorrow. I had your audition scheduled at the same time that I arrive at work so that I could be there with you, but if you don't want to….

Summer: Ah Coop, (She hugs her.) that was sweet, and you're probably right at my hair and clothes and make-up for that matter. Besides, it will be so much fun to go to class tomorrow and brag that my big-shot roomy who works for FOX television got me an audition to be Malibu. Hey, why haven't I heard of this show before?

Marissa: Actually, it's a pilot. They are just in development, so that's why the characters and their durations are so flexible. Basically, you're going in as a friend of one of the main characters, and if you fit well with the roles already cast and if you have chemistry with the other actors, if you get the role, then they'll probably extend your role and make you something like her side-kick, best friend.

Summer: So, since this is a pilot that also means that the show hasn't been picked up by the network though, right? (She sounds disappointed and wary, nervous that she could be getting excited for nothing.)

Marissa: Right, but the buzz around the studio is that the network is extremely excited about the show and that it will be picked up. Then it all depends on the TV viewers and if they watch it or not this fall.

Summer: This Fall! Do you mean that I'll have to wait that long to find out if the show will make it?

Marissa: Actually, sometimes networks don't give their final Okays until the early winter, so it will be a while, but welcome to television, Sum, it's a risky business, full of opportunities to make it big or fall flat on your face. (Summer considers this for a moment, and then she smiles.)

Summer: Well, I'm in, and if it comes down to it, then you and I, Coop, will just have to make this show totally awesome, because there is no way I'm going to let this chance pass us by. This is going to be absolutely fabulous, working together on a real television show, having real jobs. Just wait till Cohen finds out!

Marissa: Are you going to tell him tonight about the audition, perhaps over dinner?

Summer: Nah, I want to wait until I know for sure that I have the job in the bag.

Marissa: That's probably smart.

Summer: Yeah, and besides, you know how excited Seth gets, I wouldn't want him to get his hopes up for me and then have them dashed if I don't get the gig.

Marissa: But that's not going to happen, because you're going to get the job. Only positive thoughts, Summer. You should not be sending negative ones out into the universe right now.

Summer: Right, how could I forget? This is definitely a time to be vibrating at a high frequency.

Marissa: Excuse me?

Summer: Ugh, didn't they teach you anything in the boonies? We don't have time to go into that now, but trust me, it will change your life. This weekend, we're not going to Newport, so you and me, we'll break out the tapes and I will teach you all about vibrating at a high level. (She claps her hands together out of excitement.) Ooohh, this is going to be so great!

Marissa: Sure, whatever you say; can't wait.

Summer: Hey, no sarcasm; I get enough of that from Cohen. (Marissa laughs.) So, we still haven't talked about this past weekend.

Marissa: (Attempting to avoid the topic.) Why? What is there to talk about? You were there, you know everything that happened.

Summer: Ugh, no I don't.

Marissa: (She turns away from her and continues to avoid the conversation.) I have no idea what you're talking about.

Summer: Coop, look me in the eyes and tell me that nothing happened between you and Ryan, (Marissa turns and looks at her, but before she can say anything, Summer cuts her off and continues to talk.) and I know you can't, so obviously, something happened. First of all, when we got back Saturday night, you were devastated, couldn't even talk. I mean, Ryan had to carry you into the poolhouse, and then that morning, or rather that afternoon, when you two emerged from your poolhouse of love, (Marissa tries to protest, but Summer, again, stops her short and keeps interrupting her attempts to talk.) don't argue, you were happy, beyond happy, you were glowing. Then, as exhibit number two, in the middle of our celebration, you and Ryan disappear because you were tired and wanted to take a nap before driving back to school that night. What are you two, an old married couple; naps, who the hell takes naps at our age?

Marissa: (She picks up the asparagus, which is finished, and takes it to the table in the living room, avoiding Summer.) I have no idea what you're talking about. We were tired.

Summer: That still doesn't explain how you went from the girl who lost her favorite toy to the girl who just won an all exclusive shopping spree at Tiffany's.

Marissa: I didn't know little kids liked jewelry that much. (She walks back into the kitchen and goes back to working on the food.)

Summer: That's it! (Summer pulls the utensils out of Marissa's hands, and holds her arms as she spins her around to face her.) If you don't tell me what happened between you and Ryan, I am never going to let you borrow clothes from me again.

Marissa: Oh, that's okay; really, I have enough clothes of my own. (Marissa tries to pull away, but Summer holds on tightly.)

Summer: Okay, first of all, a girl can never have enough clothes, and secondly, Marissa, we're supposed to be girlfriends, best friends, at least I thought we were, and that means that when something big happens in our lives, we are supposed to tell the other person.

Marissa: (It is obvious by her body language that she has given in.) Fine, I'll tell you, but you have to promise that you won't tell Seth, because he cannot keep his mouth shut.

Summer: I swear, but like I would tell Cohen anything important anyway. That boy's mouth is like a leaky sieve; everything that goes into his ears comes right out of that hole in his face.

Marissa: We…. (Marissa raises her eyebrows and bites her lip out of embarrassment.)

Summer: (She begins squealing out of excitement and jumping up and down.) No way; you did! That's awesome, wasn't it?

Marissa: Which time?

Summer: You slut! (This is said in jest.) Tell me everything!

Marissa: Alright, but just let me turn this off; it was done anyway. We'll set the table after we talk, but we have to make it quick, because the boys are bound to be back soon. (She does this- turns off the food- and the two girls go into the living room and sit on the couch together, facing each other.)

Summer: Out with it. I want to know exactly how everything happened, and then we'll compare notes.

Marissa: Actually, everything started out with a fight.

Summer: (She sounds disappointed.) A fight? (But then she gets an idea.) I can't believe you guys skipped regular sex and went right to make up sex. How hot is that! (Marissa laughs.)

Marissa: So, anyway, we were fighting because I was packing to run away and leave because of my family and Ryan said that I was afraid of a relationship and was actually running away from him not my parents. He said that the only thing that mattered was us and then he pulled me into a kiss. Afterwards, he said that I was free to go, he couldn't stop me, but that he didn't want me to, he wanted to give us a chance, he wanted us to take care of each other. The only thing I could think of to show him what I felt was to kiss him, so I pulled him to me and said that I wanted to make it work, too, and that there was no going back. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was the one who insisted that we… make love. (Summer's mouth is hanging open, but her eyes are dewy as if she is about to cry at any moment.)

Summer: Wow! That is sooo romantic, especially for your and Chino's first time.

Marissa: My first time.

Summer: (Her mouth falls open, shocked.) Are you serious? You were still a virgin before you two, you know? Double wow! You and Chino, so this is serious then?

Marissa: I'm in love with him Summer.

Summer: Have you told him?

Marissa: Yeah.

Summer: And what did he say?

Marissa: (At this point she can't keep a straight face any longer and her face lights up as she smiles, showing just how much she is in love.) He said that he loves me, too, but Summer, you can't say anything, you promised.

Summer: No, of course not. It's none of my business, but I am happy for you two. After the childhoods you two have had, you deserve this. So, you still haven't told me what happened during your nap. (When she says nap, Summer uses air quotes which makes Marissa laugh.)

Marissa: What do you think happened?

Summer: And?

Marissa: It was even better than the first time.

Summer: So the first time was good, not awkward or painful?

Marissa: I couldn't have imagined it any better than it was. It was the perfect moment, perfect guy (She giggles here.), it was just….

Summer: Perfect. (Marissa shakes her head.) Figures, let's just say that Seth and I can't say the same thing.

Marissa: Why, what happened for you two?

Summer: I think Seth still refers to it as fish sex to this day.

Marissa: Ew!

Summer: Yeah, it was that bad, but it got better, and I have no complaints now.

Marissa: Really, because from what I've heard….

Summer: I thought so! So you and Chino did overhear that conversation that night. What, did you two pretend to be sleeping to get rid of us?

Marissa: Yeah, we wanted to be alone, and we knew that you two would want to watch all four movies if we didn't think of some way to get you to leave the poolhouse, so we pretended to fall asleep. (Marissa gets up here and goes to the kitchen. Summer follows her, and as they continue to talk, they begin to set the table.)

Summer: He's not as bad as we made it sound. I just like to tease him, and for what Cohen lacks in endurance he more than makes up for in the romantic department. He's always surprising me with little presents, weekend getaways, and cheesy love poems.

Marissa: He writes you love poems?

Summer: Actually, they're more like limericks.

Marissa: I would love to get my hands on some of those. They would be great blackmail tools.

Summer: Seth would kill me if I told you were we keep them hidden.

Marissa: Well, if he ever makes you mad enough, you now know how to get back at him.

Summer: Good idea! (She playfully slaps Marissa on the arm.) I can't believe we got along without you. Do you know how boring it was around here without you?

Marissa: I find that hard to believe.

Summer: No seriously, if you weren't here, I would probably be off crashing Seth/Ryan time right now instead of having girl talk and helping you cook. This is awesome, Coop.

Marissa: Speaking of Seth/ Ryan time, I wonder what they're up to.

Summer: Oh, knowing those two, they're probably at some comic book store or eating at the diner or buying a new video game to torture us with. (Marissa laughs.)

Marissa: I hope that we're not that predictable.

Summer: Who us, absolutely not. (They look at each other.) Okay, so maybe we are, but at least the things we do don't include like ninjas and like pirates.

Marissa: So true. (Both girls laugh. The scene goes to Ryan and Seth at the arcade playing a video game about ninjas.)

Ryan: So what do you think the girls are doing?

Seth: I don't know what Summer's doing, maybe painting her toes, who knows what that woman does with her time, but as for Marissa, she better be cooking because she promised me a wonderfully delectable meal this morning.

Ryan: You aren't going to make her cook for you every night are you, Seth?

Seth: Why not?

Ryan: It's rude.

Seth: She likes to cook.

Ryan: She's not your servant though.

Seth: I know buddy, but sssh, I'm trying to play here.

Ryan: So am I.

Seth: Yeah, but you don't really care if you win or not, but I do, so if you don't mind, can we please save this discussion for later?

Ryan: No, no we can't. Now listen to me. If Marissa wants to cook dinner, fine, but I better not hear you pressuring her into it, alright?

Seth: Fine, fine, whatever you say. Now, as my lovely fiancée says, can it.

Ryan: (He gives him a glare.) You did not just tell me to can it, did you? (Seth looks at him briefly in an attempt to convince him that he's innocent.)

Seth: Are you serious man, of course not. I would never say that to you, never. But, even if I did, you'd forgive me and move on like a brother should.

Ryan: Don't do it again.

Seth: Right. Oh, Oh, Oh! (With each oh, his voice gets louder and louder till he is shouting and everyone in the arcade turns and looks at them. Seth, who always loves an audience, turns to address the crowd.) Did anyone see that? I just made his entire body, not just his head, but his entire body explode! Dude, I just so kicked your ss.

Ryan: Yeah, and if you don't shut the hell up, I will kick your scrawny ss all the way back to the apartment.

Seth: (He whispers in a very exaggerated way so that his voice is not really quiet.) Sorry, man, I just got excited. So do you want to go another round?

Ryan: Nah, I think we should probably get back. You don't want the food to get cold do you?

Seth: (He becomes completely serious.) Right, we better hurry. (He starts running out the door and Ryan follows walking. The camera follows them, and as Ryan gets outside, Seth has already stopped running ahead of him. As Ryan approaches Seth to walk home with him, the arcade is close to the apartment so they just walked Seth is breathing heavy from his little jog.)

Ryan: (He laughs at how badly Seth is out of shape.) Are you sure you don't want a gym membership this year for your birthday?

Seth: I would, but I really don't want to show you up in front of your people. I know you're some kind of God there, and I don't want to take that away from you, bro.

Ryan: You're too kind, Seth.

Seth: So….

Ryan: What?

Seth: I think you know what. We need to talk. (Ryan just looks at him and doesn't say anything. As they are walking on the sidewalk, the neighborhood should convey that of a college campus, and if possible be Stanford itself.) Buddy, what happened this weekend with you and the lady? One minute she's depressed and crying, and the next time we see you, granted it was the next afternoon, but she was, how did Summer put it, glowing.

Ryan: So Summer put you up to this?

Seth: No, I wanted to know, too, but it's all we've been talking about since Sunday afternoon. Plus, you two left the little celebration to go out and take naps. Zoe takes naps, not Ryan Atwood. What's up?

Ryan: Nothing.

Seth: It's not nothing, I know better than that. Plus, Summer said that's probably what you'd say. Spill it, I want details.

Ryan: It's none of your business Seth.

Seth: And when did that every stop me before?

Ryan: Good point.

Seth: So, are you going to tell me?

Ryan: No.

Seth: Pppllleeeaaasseee! (He begins to beg and whimper, but Ryan just glares at him.) You know that I won't shut up till you tell me, so you might as well just get it over with, man, and save yourself a whole lot of misery.

Ryan: (He looks at Seth while he contemplates this.) Fine. (Seth jumps up and down and claps his hands together.)

Seth: Now, we're talking! So, did you two…. (He is trying to be subtle and not just ask point blank.

Ryan: Did we what?

Seth: (He can't handle it any longer so he just blurts it out, yelling.) Did you two have sex? (The people who are walking around them turn to stare, which makes Ryan somewhat uncomfortable, but they keep walking and eventually everyone turns their heads around and continue in their own direction.)

Ryan: Do you have to broadcast it to the entire campus?

Seth: (He is smiling from ear to ear.) So you did? Dude, that's awesome. Congratulations.

Ryan: It's not like it's my first time.

Seth: Yeah, but it was your first time with Marissa, your first time while in a relationship, while in love, (Ryan glares at him, but Seth pays no notice.) and hell, it was basically your first time not being a man whore. (Seth looks up and Ryan who is now angry.) Sorry.

(Seth is quiet for a moment because of how mad he made Ryan, but he can't stop himself from talking.) So, how was it? (Ryan tries to glare, but can't help but smile.) That good huh?

Ryan: Which time? (He gets a devilish smirk on his face and looks like a regular rogue.)

Seth: (He laughs.) You dog! So, how many….

Ryan: Oh, no, I'm not telling you that.

Seth: Okay, but answer me this, before you guys came in from the poolhouse that afternoon…

Ryan: We had been sleeping.

Seth: But, you had been sleeping because….

Ryan: We were tired.

Seth: And you were tired because….

Ryan: Because neither of us had slept well the night before…. (Seth looks disappointed.) and because we had that morning. (Seth starts to smile, and once again jumps up and down.)

Seth: I knew it. And that afternoon when you went to take the naps? (Just like Summer, he says naps with air quotes. Ryan smiles in response.) Dmn, we're good.

Ryan: We're?

Seth: Summer and I. After you two left, we said that we were partied out, too, and went upstairs to talk. When we compared notes, we both thought that you had gone out to the poolhouse to get your groove on.

Ryan: You don't think…

Seth: What Mom and Dad, no, they had no clue what was going on, but I hate to break the news to you, Ryan, but they don't think you're a virgin. (Ryan gives him a sideways glance to show that he doesn't appreciate the sarcasm.)

Ryan: Very funny. I just don't want them to get the wrong impression of Marissa, I mean, she's not just another girl, this is different, and it's not like she does this with every guy she meets. I mean, she was a…. (He had been thinking out loud at this point, but remembers that Seth is walking beside him and that he has said too much.)

Seth: Dude, Marissa was a….

Ryan: I did not mean to say that out loud, and if you ever breathe a word of this conversation to anyone, I swear Seth…

Seth: (Seth is very serious to show that he understands the situation.) No, of course man, I know; I won't say anything. This is yours and Marissa's business.

Ryan: Thank you.

Seth: Yeah, and like I said, Mom and Dad have no clue.

Ryan: Good, because they like Marissa and I don't want to do anything to ruin that.

Seth: Why would this bother them?

Ryan: It's just that we haven't been going out that long, and I know it seems fast…

Seth: Ryan, are you forgetting how my relationship with Summer started?

Ryan: Hey, that's right, compared to the two of you, Marissa and I practically waited until we were married, and they know all about you and Summer, right?

Seth: Ugh, don't remind me. That had to have been the most embarrassing conversation, hell, the most embarrassing day of my life, talking to my Dad about my sex life and asking for advice, and all because you didn't give me any. Thanks again for that.

Ryan: For what? All I said was to do it again.

Seth: Exactly! Because of you and your lack of advice, I was forced to talk to the Sandy Cohen about the art of love making. (Ryan laughs and Seth makes grimacing faces.)

Ryan: Speaking of you and Summer, how are you guys?

Seth: I am detecting a not so subtle attempt to change the subject, but I'll go with it; we both know I can't help but talk about myself. We're good man; actually, we're beyond good, we're great.

Ryan: Really?

Seth: Why, has Summer said something to you? Is she not happy?

Ryan: Paranoid much?

Seth: I would think by now you'd be used to my unnatural and ridiculous paranoia; just be glad you're not a Cohen by blood, otherwise, you'd have inherited this trait as well.

Ryan: No, Summer has not said anything to me; well at least she didn't know she was.

Seth: I'm confused man, but, seriously, please tell me, because you're going to make me have a coronary here, I'm practically flat lining right now!

Ryan: Haven't you figured it out yet? Think about all the snide comments Marissa and I have been making to you these last few weeks, (Seth begins to ponder what Ryan is saying.) starting the morning after we had movie night. (The light bulb goes off and Seth remembers.)

Seth: Oh, I completely forget you two overheard that conversation, but don't worry about me or Summer, we're fine, it's fine, no, it's prolonged and protracted.

Ryan: Big words; are you sure you're not over compensating, Seth? (Seth gives up.)

Seth: You're not going to stop harassing me until we talk about this are you?

Ryan: Nope.

Seth: Fine. If you really must know, yes, sometimes I have a time problem, or to be more precise, a lack there of, but we're working on it.

Ryan: I've heard; endurance practice, huh, and how's that going for you?

Seth: To be honest, not so well. I haven't even added a minute onto my time yet, and we've been practicing constantly, in the morning, the afternoons, at night, late at night. You name the time, we're doing it.

Ryan: Listen, maybe you should just forget about it. The pressure can't be good for you; you've never dealt with pressure well before in the past.

Seth: I know, but I don't want to disappoint Summer.

Ryan: You do know what might help?

Seth: What? Do you have some magic herbal remedy, perhaps a powerful protein drink, whatever it is; I'll do it, even though man, those protein shakes are totally disgusting.

Ryan: No, there's no magic dietary supplement, but going to the gym and getting yourself into better shape would definitely help.

Seth: Have I mentioned that I've decided to change my birthday? (Ryan laughs.) No, seriously, it's this month, and do you know what I want for my birthday from my favorite brother, that's right Ryan, I want a gym membership.

Ryan: I'm not getting you a gym membership.

Seth: Why not? I'll pay for it, I just need you to show me where to get it, because I'm not really sure where the gym is.

Ryan: First of all, there are gyms all over this city, and secondly, if you really want to go to the gym, you could use the school one for free.

Seth: Yeah, but I would know people there, and I really don't want to be harassed. Hey, I know, what about a personal trainer?

Ryan: Seth, listen to me, I was just teasing you, and I'm sure Summer was as well.

Seth: Really?

Ryan: Yes. Besides, if she wasn't, do you really think Summer would be able to wait five years before saying something? Think about it.

Seth: Why that sneaky, conniving little vixen was just putting me through this to get more sex! She really can't get enough of me! Wow, thanks buddy, this is awesome. Now looky there, it's our apartment, and I'm famished. Boy that walk really took it out of me though. Next time, we better drive to the arcade. (They enter the building and walk towards the elevators.)

Ryan: Dude, the arcade is less than a mile away.

Seth: I don't care; I wasn't made for such physical labor. Besides, my people had to walk in the desert for years, I think we Jews, we've done enough walking and deserve a break from here on out, which means we drive to the arcade.

Ryan: Whatever.

Seth: That's the spirit. See, this is what they call compromise, Ryan.

Ryan: No this is what they call giving Seth what he wants to shut him up.

Seth: I like getting my way, but there is no way you're ever going to get me to stop talking. (They are at their door. Ryan gets out his keys and unlocks the door. Before they walk in, he says one last thing.)

Ryan: Remember, you promised.

Seth: Yes, yes Ryan I did, so that means these two lips, these two very sexy lips I might add, will not utter anything about you and Marissa having sex. (Ryan looks at him.) That was it, I swear, (Ryan turns back around and opens the door. He walks in, and Seth follows. When he talks, it is in a whisper.) love machine. (Seth laughs and the door closes behind him.

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