This scene begins with Seth and Summer leaving for her first day of work. Ryan and Marissa have already left for class, so it is just the two of them. Summer looks radiant, face beaming with a beautiful, anticipating smile, while Seth is laden down with bags and supplies. He is carrying two bags for Summer containing various things for her dressing room, her purse, his own bag so that he can get some work done on his latest comic ideas, and two mugs of coffee. The camera follows them out of the apartment as they talk along the way.

Summer: Cohen, can you hand me my coffee please? (She places her hand behind her waiting for the mug of coffee to be placed in it, but Seth can barely move and cannot do what she asks. She whirls around to face him about to yell, but notices his lack of capability to help her, so she just takes the coffee for herself and keeps walking towards the elevators.) You know, it might be a good idea to stop using the elevators and start using the steps. It'd be good exercise, and after the gluttonous meal you ate last night and the insanely large breakfast you inhaled earlier, I'd say you could use a workout to burn off those calories.

Seth: Summer, look at me. (She turns around and walks backwards until they reach the elevator, but she doesn't press any buttons.) I can barely stand let alone walk down stairs, so if you don't mind, I think I'll skip my workout for the day. This physical exertion is quite enough for me thank you.

Summer: Fine, you dandy, come on, let's get going. (She hits the down button on the elevator and the doors open after a moment. They enter the elevator together, Summer presses the button for the first floor, and then they continue to talk.)

Seth: So, do you know what you're doing today?

Summer: You mean other than getting my dressing room?

Seth: I'm beginning to think that that's the only reason why you took this job.

Summer: No, it's just the only thing I'm sure about right now. Marissa said something about a read through of the script before lunch, and then afterwards I get to meet with wardrobe, hair, and makeup so that we can come up with my character's look.

Seth: Hey, what's your character's name? (The doors open and they leave the elevator. Summer walks ahead of Seth and waits for him as she holds open the front door.)

Summer: Ugh….

Seth: Summer!

Summer: What?

Seth: You don't even know what your character's name is!

Summer: I do, too; it's….Kit….or is it Val….nope, that's not it either. It's Evie, yeah Evie, that's it, I think. (By the time she finishes thinking about this, she is flustered, Seth is laughing quietly to himself, and just as he's about to pass through the door, a distracted Summer lets go of it and it hits Seth almost knocking him over as he stumbles to regain his balance. As he battles the force of gravity, Summer just keeps walking towards her car ignoring him.)

Seth: Yeah, I can totally see how great of a handle you have on your character, Summer. I bet you understand her just as about as well as you understand Japanese or frugality or decent human kindness! (She whirls around to confront him.)

Summer: What are you blathering on about, Cohen? God, can't you move any quicker. If you keep this speed up, which by the way is slower than Chino trying to open up about his thought and feelings, then I'm going to be late for my first day at work, and I hate being late, Cohen! (He laughs ironically.)

Seth: Oh, yeah, I remember that clearly. Who got detentions constantly in high school because they kept getting one too many unexcused tardies? Who almost flunked their freshman humanities course after being a half an hour late for the final? Who held up an entire wedding last spring while she was at home putting the finishing touches on her outfit while the wedding party was waiting for their special guest reader to arrive?

Summer: People change and the new Summer Roberts refuses to be late! (Seth arrives beside the car with her. He dumps the bags into the backseat and then stands up to speak to Summer, but he notices her gaze off in the opposite direction. He turns around to see what she's looking at, but there is only a car sitting there.)

Seth: Nervous? (His voice brings Summer back from her revelry.)

Summer: What? (She realizes what he asks her.) No, I'm not nervous. Have you ever seen that car before?

Seth: (He turns back around and looks at the car on the other side of the road.) What, that car? I don't think so, but it definitely does not have any redeeming qualities to make me remember it. Why?

Summer: I just get an un-easy feeling from it, like whoever's in it is watching us.

Seth: I know I'm gorgeous and you're not bad looking either, but I really don't think we have a stalker Summer. But, just in case, do you have your pepper spray?

Summer: What kind of fool do you take me for, Cohen? Of course I have my pepper spray, fog horn, whistle, and taser.

Summer: You have a taser?

Summer: (She gives up looking at the car and gets in shutting the door while she glides into the driver's seat effortlessly.) Yeah, Daddy gave it to me when I started college. It was one of my going away presents. (She notices that she is sitting on something that she shouldn't be and reaches down and pulls her antenna up.) Cohen, what is this?

Seth: An antenna, Summer sweetheart, what did you think it was?

Summer: Why is it off my car?

Seth: We got into a fight. I got angry, did not want it anymore, so we wrestled and I guess you can tell who won. It was touch and go for a while, but then I just imagined a world without top forty countdowns and the lame comedy attempts by the djs on the morning shows, and I knew that I had to start the revolution if no one else was going to. So I tore the antenna off and threw it!

Summer: And now what am I supposed to listen to while I'm driving?

Seth: I handled that. I made you a bunch of mix CD's with all my favorite songs, so pick one and treat your ears to a morning drive filled with beautiful melodies, harmonies, and choruses. (He begins to day dream as he thinks about the music, but Summer brings him out of it as she smacks him on the arm.)

Summer: Cohen, I hate your music. It's whiny…

Seth: Like something else I love.

Summer: Aw, you did not just say that.

Seth: Fine, I'll buy you a satellite radio and have it installed for you next week to make up for my masculine display of power and strength, but I get it, this new Seth Cohen is just too macho for you to handle.

Summer: Shut it, Cohen! Now, put one of those annoying CD's in and do not say a word to me the rest of the way to the studio. (She starts the car, but before she can pull out, she whips the antenna at Seth hitting him in the arm hard enough to surely leave a bruise if not a welt.)

Seth: Yeah, definitely rethinking this idea of me going to work with you today I probably won't make it; you'll probably end up killing me mercilessly with your eye lash curler. (Summer gives up trying to figure Seth out for the morning and pulls away from the apartment complex and began their trip in silence. The scene then shifts to Kirsten at work at the Newport Group just as Caleb enters the room and sits down in a chair in front of her desk without even waiting for an invitation to sit.)

Caleb: I wasn't expecting you back until Monday. Missed this, didn't you?

Kirsten: If by this you meant you, your recent antics, or the fact that you are forcing me to plan a party with Julie Cooper in order to jumpstart her career, then no, I didn't miss this, but as I've told you, you and I are in a battle, and if I intend to win, I need to be here watching you instead of at home plotting my revenge.

Caleb: So you were worried about me?

Kirsten: No. At this point, after the all the stunts you've pulled, they could hang you for all I care and I wouldn't even attempt to free you from the rope, but this company, which you are once again in charge of, is my children's inheritance, and I will stop at nothing to make sure that that heritance is valuable and respected when it is time for them to take over.

Caleb: So then, this is war, because you are convinced that Ryan should run the Newport Group someday and I would rather the business go bankrupt than let that happen.

Kirsten: You almost made it go belly up once, I'm sure you could try again, and as for Ryan, I think he scares you. I think you see yourself in him too much and you realize that he is a better man than you will ever be even though he came from worse, much worse. At first, I thought you'd respect him because, like you, he made a life for himself out of nothing….

Caleb: No, he took your charity.

Kirsten: So, that's why he works summers to pay for his share of the apartment, for his spending money, and that's why he turned down our offer to pay for his education and got a full scholarship instead. Yeah, you're right Dad, if I've ever heard of a case of charity, that's it. Now, unless you have something to say that will further this plot along, I'd prefer you to leave so that I can have as peaceful of a day as possible before I have to work with the possessed, surgery enhanced Barbie doll you call your latest girlfriend.

Caleb: Actually, and I'll ignore that remark, I know you can't help the sarcasm after living with Sanford for so many years, but yes, I do have something to discuss with you. (She looks back up at him and focuses all of her attention on him with an icy glare. Taken aback with her fierce countenance, he stalls the discussion and does not immediately speak up.)

Kirsten: I'm waiting; I don't have all day. (She is rather impatient and her annoyance seeps through her voice.)

Caleb: Do you remember that trip you and Sandy were planning on taking in three weeks for work?

Kirsten: Of course…we were going to go to Atlanta, together, for our final meeting about the new development, but I guess now I'll have to go by myself. What about it?

Caleb: Well, look at it this way; at least you won't have to find a babysitter for Zoe.

Kirsten: That was already arranged.

Caleb: Oh?

Kirsten: The kids were going to come home and stay with her for us while we were gone. It's not like I would ask you.

Caleb: I've watched her before, last week in fact.

Kirsten: I still think Sandy drugged you into that. I can't imagine you ever volunteering to watch your own granddaughter.

Caleb: Anyway, the trip has been moved up. It's next weekend.

Kirsten: Valentine's Day weekend?

Caleb: You still celebrate that? After being married for twenty-four years I can't believe you still buy into this ridiculous holiday what with the sappy cards, the unimaginative roses, and the sleazy lingerie, seriously, Kiki, how old are you?

Kirsten: It happens to be my favorite holiday, and we're having a party at our house for it. I can't just run off on a business trip when I have this event to host.

Caleb: I've heard Sanford has a weak spot for table cloths, I'm sure he can handle it for you, because you are going to this meeting and that is final. If you don't go, the deal will be lost and you will be fired. (Kirsten glares at him while he sits back and ponders their conversation for the moment.) So, I take it my invitation got lost in the mail?

Kirsten: Do you actually think I'd invite you? You've never shown any interest in our parties before, and now, with all your recent antics, there is no way I'd want you there. Besides, you'd probably try to bring Julie with you and I don't want that woman anywhere near Marissa.

Caleb: You're a little protective over the girl considering the fact that you just met her. Could it be, perhaps, because she is Jimmy Cooper's daughter?

Kirsten: What does that have to do with anything?

Caleb: You two were close; he was your first love. It would only be natural for you to harbor feelings for him, and seeing his daughter has to be like seeing him.

Kirsten: I don't know what you're doing, but I do not harbor any feelings for Jimmy Cooper. I can't even say that he's a friend right now, after what he did to his daughter and his role in your plot to demote me, but I'm trying to be civil.

Caleb: And I'm sure he appreciates it. How does Sandy feel about Jimmy?

Kirsten: (She begins to suspect her father is up to something, so she begins to watch him with a skeptical expression on her face, waiting for him to give a clue as to why he is questioning her about this topic.) He doesn't know him.

Caleb: And were the Coopers, sans Julie, invited to your Valentine's Day soiree?

Kirsten: Of course not.

Caleb: Afraid the holiday might bring back some deeply buried feelings?

Kirsten: What are you rambling about? No! They're not invited, because frankly, I don't need another party ruined by an outburst from your latest flunky, and Marissa, who is quickly becoming like a daughter to me, does not want to see her family, and anything I can do for her, I will.

Caleb: What did Jimmy do to that girl exactly?

Kirsten: It's none of your business.

Caleb: Fine. I can accept that, but I don't understand why you care for her so much. You just met her, Kiki.

Kirsten: And she's Ryan's girlfriend.

Caleb: Poor girl. Talk about settling for the first guy who comes along…

Kirsten: That's enough! First, you insult Ryan, then you ruin my plans, and now you're back to insulting my son again. I think I've seen enough of you today. Get out! (Caleb stands up and as he walks away, he can be heard laughing softly.) Oh, and if you need anything else, talk to my secretary. I think seeing your face once more today would make me nauseas.

Caleb: (He stops at the door and turns around to speak to her.) Love you too, Kiki. (Before she can respond, he opens the door and exits quickly, laughing loudly as he walks away from her now closed door. Once he leaves, she lets out a frustrated sigh, leans back in her chair, and takes a deep breath trying to calm herself before she turns back to her desk and picks up a file to continue working. The camera leaves her and goes to Harbor where Trey pulls up to the parking lot in a beat up car. He is there to pick up Caitlyn who is skipping the rest of the day. It is lunch time. When he first pulls up, the music is loud (he is listening to She Wants Revenge's "Out of Control"), but when Caitlyn approaches the car running and a little breathless, he turns it down, leans over and kisses her cheek, before pulling away leaving tire marks. Caitlyn is laughing the entire time.)

Caitlyn: I can't believe I just did that!

Trey: What, are you telling me that this was your first time ditching school?

Caitlyn: (She is surprised by his blasé attitude.) Ugh, Yeah! Why? (She turns to him smirking.) Tell me, Mr. Shakespeare, how often did you do this when you were in high school?

Trey: Hmmm…it's been so long I can't remember.

Caitlyn: What, two years? That's lame.

Trey: Hey, I've been busy since I got out of high school. Besides, the current memories I'm making are much better than those I have from when I was a kid.

Caitlyn: Fine. (She turns around and faces the windshield, obviously trying to pout but failing miserably. Trey puts his hand on her knee, startling Caitlyn out of her flirtatious game, but she smiles after a moment and lets the hand rest there as she turns back around to talk to him once again.) So, what did you have in mind for us to do today? Since I skipped school for you, you better have some great plans for us.

Trey: And what if I don't; are you going to make me take you back there?

Caitlyn: No, but I will make you take me back to my house.

Trey: Have fun explaining why you're home early from school and who brought you there.

Caitlyn: Do you actually think that anyone would be there? I guarantee you my Dad's at work, my Grandma is either shopping or lunching with the other grand dames of Newport Beach, and my Grandpa is probably at the club playing golf or cards.

Trey: Rough life.

Caitlyn: Tell me about it. I thought people only lived like this on TV.

Trey: You know, you're living that life too now?

Caitlyn: Don't get me wrong; it has its advantages, but…

Trey: But what?

Caitlyn: I guess a part of me misses my old life.

Trey: What, with a drunk Mom, a deadbeat Dad, and no money?

Caitlyn: Yeah…but at least I had Marissa. (Caitlyn does not notice, but at the mention of Marissa, Trey perks up and begins to play close attention to what she says and contemplates everything he says very carefully.) She was my best friend, and now, sometimes, it feels as if I have no one. I mean…I understand why she had to do what she did, and, to be honest, I envy her. I can't wait to leave and go off to college on my own, but, for now, I guess I'm lonely.

Trey: You have me.

Caitlyn: I know, and you're fun, but you're not my sister.

Trey: Last time I checked. (Caitlyn laughs.) There that's better. Now, why don't you try to get in touch with her? I know she wanted to get away from your family, but, from what you've said, she didn't want to leave you.

Caitlyn: Yeah, she did. I'm a part of the Cooper family package, and if you take one of us, it's hard to avoid the rest. I'd rather miss her than drag her back into my dysfunctional world. At least, this way, one of us is happy.

Trey: Just think about it. How bad could talking be? Besides, your Dad would never have to know. If it goes well, then I could drive you up there one day….where did you say she lived again?

Caitlyn: LA.

Trey: Yeah, you could skip school all day, and I'd take you up there. Plus, you'd be able to introduce us.

Caitlyn: And why would I want to do that? (She is teasing him, but moves over so that she is sitting closer to him and turning her full attention to his face. He glances at her a moment before turning back to the road.)

Trey: Because you want to show me off?

Caitlyn: Show what off? You don't even read, remember, and there's no way my sister would like that.

Trey: And how would she find that out unless someone opened their big mouth?

Caitlyn: I'll ignore that comment, because I wouldn't have to say anything; she'd test you and find out for herself.

Trey: I guess you'll just have to tutor me everyday after you get done with school so that I'm prepared to meet her.

Caitlyn: And what about your job?

Trey: You can come with me. You'll sit by the pool in your skimpy bikini, top optional, (She hits him lightly and he laughs which makes her giggle.) and tutor me while I work.

Caitlyn: How is this going to benefit me?

Trey: You'll be able to work on your tan.

Caitlyn: That is important. (She pretends to ponder the idea for a moment before speaking up.) No, but in all seriousness, I'll just have to wait for Marissa to come back to us. It's okay; I'm okay.

Trey: (He attempts to keep his disappointment out of his voice.) Are you sure, I mean, this is your sister, you know?

Caitlyn: (She begins to get defensive.) Yes, it is my sister, and I don't understand why you care so much! (She slides away from him and sits as close to the door as possible before continuing with her verbal assault.) It seems like all we ever talk about is my sister, and you don't even know her! Why? (He doesn't say anything at first, which just makes her angrier.) Trey, I asked you why you are so interested in my sister!

Trey: I care, because you care. I thought you'd want to talk about her.

Caitlyn: If I want to talk about my sister, I'll bring it up.

Trey: You did bring her up.

Caitlyn: Yeah, briefly, but you won't let the topic drop!

Trey: Sh!t Caitlyn! (After he yells this, he calms down.) Sorry. I just wanted to be supportive, to show interest in your life.

Caitlyn: A little too much interest I'd say.

Trey: Fine. I'll never mention your sister again, okay?

Caitlyn: Good. (They pull into the Cooper driveway.) What are we doing here? I was just joking. I didn't want to come here.

Trey: We're just here so you can grab some stuff. Go inside; grab your suit, some towels, and whatever else you need for the beach.

Caitlyn: The beach! (She forgets that they are fighting and kisses his cheek before quickly jumping out of the car and running into the house. She takes her book bag with her but leaves her purse in the car. Once she's inside, Trey starts to rummage through it, and, eventually, he pulls out her cell phone. After checking the door to make sure she wasn't coming yet, he opens it and scrolls down the numbers. When he reaches Marissa's name, he writes the number down and quickly shoves the phone back in Caitlyn's purse and puts the number securely in his pants pocket. Caitlyn has still not returned, so he rummages through her purse again and pulls out her wallet. Glancing through it, he stops when he sees a picture of Marissa with Caitlyn and lets out a whistle.)

Trey: Dmn baby brother, you did well for yourself! Jimmy Cooper might be a waste, but he sure has hot daughters! (He looks back up from the picture and notices Caitlyn returning, so he replaces the wallet in her purse before she reaches the car and smiles at her when she opens the door and gets in. Without speaking, he puts the car in reverse and drives away. The scene leaves the Cooper residence and goes back to Ryan, Marissa, Seth, and Summer's apartment. Marissa is all alone in her room, packing. Music is on in the background, (the song should be Fiona Apple's "Parting Gift") and it is obvious that Marissa is crying as she quickly works to get ready to leave. After a moment, she hears the door open out in the apartment and Ryan calling for her.)

Ryan: (He cannot be seen but is heard. When Marissa hears him calling for her, she beings to frantically wipe the tears off of her face and takes deep breaths trying to calm down.) Hey, are you coming? Seth wants to know if you're coming this afternoon, this evening, or next year. Exact words, I swear, but I hit him for you. (He opens the door and walks in. Her back is to him, so he can't see her face right away.) So, are you looking forward to this weekend? (He puts his arms around her waist and kisses the back of her neck, but she doesn't respond and instead just keeps pulling things out of her drawers.) I take it that's a no then? (He lets go of her and gently puts his hand on her arm so to pull her around to face him.) Do you want to stay here this weekend? We don't have to go to Newport. I mean, I know we're going next week for Kirsten's party, but she wanted our help this weekend, and I didn't think you'd mind…..(Marissa stops him by putting her lips gently on his and kissing him softly.)

Marissa: I want to go.

Ryan: Then….what….

Marissa: I'm fine. Now, let me just throw this stuff in my bag and we'll leave before Seth drives Summer completely crazy with his incessant nagging and complaining. (Marissa walks away from him and places the items she was holding in her hands into her bag and zips it. She turns around to face Ryan, who takes her bag for her, but when she goes to walk out the door, Ryan stops her.)

Ryan: If you're so fine, then why were you crying, and don't tell me you weren't because the evidence is all over your face.

Marissa: Well, thanks for the compliment. (She is not mad, but is teasing him, but he doesn't laugh and just takes her hand in his, the one which is not holding the bag.)

Ryan: Is this about yesterday, what happened with…. (Marissa shakes her head yes.) I wish you would talk to me… (She starts to interrupt him, but he stops her.) but I know, I know, you have to do this on your own, but I could listen, offer advice, just be there for you. (She lets his hand go and puts both of her hands on his face cupping it. Before speaking, she leans him and kisses him. At first the embrace is soft, but as her lips linger longer, they deepen the kiss and pull back moments later both slightly breathless. When she talks, she keeps her hands on his face.)

Marissa: I love that you want to help me, to listen, and be there for me, but there is no sense in ruining both of our weekends, and I have a feeling, if I told you, you'd want to do something rash and irrational. I've got it covered, trust me.

Ryan: Alright, but if you change your mind….

Marissa: I know, you're there for me.

Ryan: Always.

Marissa: Good and I promise you'll know soon enough. (She smiles and grabs his hand and pulls him out the door.) Now, come on, let's go!

Ryan: You're the boss.

Marissa: Yes, I am, and don't forget it. (He laughs as he locks the door after they leave. The camera goes from the apartment to the Range Rover where Seth and Summer are sitting together in the back while Seth paints Summer's toe nails as her legs lay on his lap.)

Summer: God, what are Chino and Coop doing up there for so long?

Seth: Probably having sex.

Summer: Cohen!

Seth: What? Oh come on, we both know that they can't keep their hands off each other. See, I told you you should have gone up to get her. Now we'll never leave on time!

Summer: Even if they are having sex, we'll get their eventually. I mean, they can't go on forever, can they? (Seth and Summer look at each other questioningly trying to answer this question for themselves silently.)

Seth: I just better not miss dinner! (Summer laughs. She leans back and looks out the window, but notices that Seth has stopped painting as he zones out thinking about food.)

Summer: Cohen! COHEN! (Seth jumps when she yells his name the second time as he finally breaks away from his daydream about dinner.)

Seth: What woman?

Summer: Quit calling me woman! How many times do I have to tell you that?

Seth: Summer, my petite pistachio, you should know by now that telling me that you don't like something is just going to make me want to do it more.

Summer: Pistachio? Seriously, Cohen, where do you come up with this stuff?

Seth: Well, you're hard like a nut, tough and strong, but interesting and salty, too.

Summer: (She thinks about what he has said for a moment before replying.) Yeah, okay, I guess it works, but don't say it in public. That's a private name, got it?

Seth: Whatever you say my…

Summer: Give it a rest, Cohen. I can only handle one new, lame nickname a day. Now, what do you think you're doing? (She begins to wiggle her toes trying to get his attention.) You need to finish before Ryan and Marissa come back so that they don't get bumped and smudged when Chino's driving. (Seth doesn't return to painting her toes, so Summer kicks him with the foot which hasn't been painted yet.) Cohen!

Seth: Fine! (He proceeds to paint her toe nails. As he does so, Summer notices the same car she saw from that morning parked across the street again and stares at it for a moment before speaking.)

Summer: Hey Cohen?

Seth: Hm?

Summer: Do you remember that car I saw this morning, the one I thought was suspicious?

Seth: Yeah. What, are they still there?

Summer: Uh huh.

Seth: And let me guess, the inner Miss Marple in you is just fighting to get to the surface to solve this mystery. (Summer is temporarily distracted from the strange car by what Seth has said. He just keeps painting her toe nails.)

Summer: Who the hell is Miss Marple!

Seth: Oh, she's a character who solves mysteries.

Summer: In comics?

Seth: No, I can read things other than comics.

Summer: Yeah, In Style, I think we covered that last night.

Seth: No, (He sticks his tongue out at her and wiggling his hands up by his head.) I had this unhealthy obsession with Agatha Christy books when I was a child. Who knows, maybe I was secretly plotting how to murder the entire water polo team without getting caught, but whatever the reason, what's important is that you're just like Miss Marple, except you're not old.

Summer: Hey, Cohen, can I ask you a favor?

Seth: Sure.

Summer: Try not to tell people about these stories about yourself. I mean, you can tell me, but no one else. It's for your own good.

Seth: Toes done. (He moves her legs back to the floor so that they are sitting in front of her.) So, how'd I do?

Summer: (She is looking back out the window again.) What is that car up to?

Seth: (He groans.) Summer, come on, seriously, we're not back on this topic are we?

Summer: The car just gives me the creeps. It makes me feel as if we're being watched.

Seth: By whom? Who would want to follow us around, take pictures report back to their boss? Were you huffing the polish while I painted my masterpieces?

Summer: Ew, no!

Seth: Well then, you've finally lost it, Summer. Maybe we should cancel the trip and take you to a mental ward right now. Dang woman, paranoid enough? (She kicks him, hard, in the knee. Seth lets out a little whimper, but before Summer could get angrier or Seth could get even, Ryan and Marissa show up. First, he opens her door for her and lets her in, then he puts her suitcase in the back for her, and finally, he gets in the driver's side. Meanwhile, Marissa found the rose waiting for her in the front seat, which makes Summer smack Seth in the head. Ryan gets in to hear his cries.)

Seth: Please, don't hit me, woman, and if you have to, avoid the Jew fro! It took me hours in front of the mirror to get it to look this good, and then you go and smack me and ruin it!

Marissa: (She kissed Ryan on the cheek when he got in to thank him for the rose while Seth was complaining. When she finishes, she takes his right hand in her left one and turns around to speak with Seth.) Hours? What did it look like before you started?

Summer: ss, just like it always does, and what did I tell you about calling me woman!

Seth: What did I tell you about insulting the hair!

Summer: You never told me anything! (Ryan gets sick of listening to them bicker, so he starts the car and pulls out and they do not even notice or stop. As they leave, the car continues to watch them go, but Summer is too preoccupied to remember to look at it or mention it to Ryan.) Besides, how could I not insult that mop of curls you call a hairstyle? You better not pass that gene down to our children, and if you do, you're handling bath time and doing all the hair brushing!

Seth: I can't even bathe myself properly, how am I going to bathe a child, and as for brushing their hair, do you really think that I can get a brush through this? I just use my hands.

Summer: EW! We are so buying you detangler when we get back.

Seth: Summer, I'm a man; I can't use hair products!

Summer: Chino does.

Seth: He does, does he? (Seth scoots forward in his seat and pears around to look closely at Ryan. Then he moves in and begins to mess with Ryan's hair, but his hand is quickly slapped away, making Seth hold it in mock pain and to whine.) I just wanted some inspiration, a little example of what to do to my hair. I was admiring yours, it is a thing of beauty, and you slap my hand away. You know what; I think you hit some nerve endings, because I can't feel anything in my fingers! They're numb, and if I don't get the feeling back in them, how will I ever draw again? You'll have to let Summer and I live with you when you become a rich and powerful architect for the Newport Group and support us because you ruined my chances of providing for my family.

Summer: I don't need anyone taking care of me! I'll make plenty of money working for the show, trust me.

Seth: Ssshhh, Summer, go with me here. We're trying to scare him into apologizing. (He whispers this, but Ryan and Marissa still hear, but before Ryan can say anything, Marissa squeezes his hand to get his attention and let him know that she'll handle it.)

Marissa: Seth, can I see your hand. My neighbor taught me a trick when I was little that makes the feeling return. (Seth gives her his hand, which Marissa takes gently into hers. While she massages it, Seth turns to Summer with a look of pleasure on her face, but she just keeps her eyes on Marissa knowing that something is up. All of a sudden, Marissa digs her nails into Seth's hands as hard as she can and pushes his fingers into abnormal positions. Seth shrieks in pain while the other three howl with laughter.) There, you see problem solved. You definitely felt that, so I take it your hands aren't numb any longer.

Seth: That really wasn't nice Marissa! You've either been hanging out with Ryan too much or your evil Mother taught you some of her ways before you skipped town! (Summer pinches him.)

Summer: (She whispers.) Do not talk about Julie, Cohen!

Marissa: Sorry Seth, but I learned these skills all on my own, and there are more where they came from.

Seth: Great, so I'm living with three abusive people! How am I going to survive the next year and half without being maimed to death?

Ryan: Who said you were going to survive? (Seth begins to pout so the vehicle becomes quiet. Summer settles back with a magazine, Ryan continues to drive, and Marissa goes through the CD collection in the vehicle until she picks one out and puts it in. It is Jenny Lewis's new CD and she puts it on the song "The Big Guns." After a moment, Seth forgets that he's supposed to be pouting and he quietly beats his fingers to the beat against the seat, while Marissa sings along under her breath. Summer can't take it, so she interrupts the moment to speak.)

Summer: What the hell are we listening to, and Cohen, quit with your constant drumming! I can't take those fingers of yours for another minute. (He continues to hit them against the seat.)

Seth: And what are you going to do about it Summer?

Summer: I'll bite them off one at a time if you don't stop! (He stops instantly and places his hands in his lap folded so that he is not tempted to use them again. Everyone, except for Marissa who is still singing along, is quiet until Summer erupts again.)

Summer: Hello? Is anyone going to answer me? Who is this, and what type of music is it?

Ryan: Don't ask me; Marissa's controlling the music today.

Seth: Yeah, thankfully, otherwise, we'd be stuck listening to Journey or some other equally mushy 80's pop-rock band. (Ryan glares at him through the rearview mirror which makes Seth squirm in his seat and sink back further to get as far away from him as possible.)

Marissa: It's Jenny Lewis.

Summer: Uh, who?

Marissa: Jenny Lewis, Rilo Kiley.

Summer: Are you speaking English? Who the hell is Rilo Kiley?

Seth: It's a band.

Summer: Are they foreign?

Marissa: No.

Summer: Well, I've never heard of them.

Seth: Like that wasn't obvious!

Summer: Can the sarcasm, Cohen! Not everyone listens to obscure Indie music.

Seth: Well at least you learned what genre I listen to. (Summer pretends to laugh but she's still slightly confused by the music selection and mad at Seth for making fun of her.)

Marissa: What about the Postal Service; have you heard of them?

Summer: Yeah, they deliver my mail everyday. (Seth laughs.)

Seth: Hey, that was a good one, but no.

Summer: What do you mean, but no?

Seth: The Postal Service is a band, Summer.

Summer: And what does that have to do with this Jenny Lewis lady?

Marissa: She's in the Postal Service, too.

Summer: Okay, I still don't know who this Jenny Lewis is though.

Seth: Then just shut up and listen, Summer.

Summer: Cohen! (She elbows him in the ribs.) You did not just tell me to shut up, did you?

Seth: Who me, never!

Summer: What did I tell you about saying that to me?

Seth: What you always tell me to shut up?

Summer: Yeah, because you deserve it!

Seth: Well, so did you!

Summer: Ugh! That's it; you are so going to pay for that! (She shoves him away from her, folds her arms over her chest, and stares out the window as she ignores his pleas to forgive her.)

Ryan: It's going to be a long drive home! (Marissa laughs as the scene fades away.)

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