As the next scene opens up, it is early Saturday morning. Sandy is working in his office while he believes everyone is still asleep. However, Marissa is awake, and she comes into his office bearing gifts: a cup of coffee for him and a bagel with plenty of cream cheese and a plain bagel and a bottle of water for her. She puts the food down in front of him to gain his attention.
Sandy: Well, this is a surprise and a very welcome one. Thank you.
Marissa: You're welcome, but it is not a purely selfless act of kindness. I was hoping that I'd be able to bend your ear for a little while and ask your advice, especially since everyone is still sleeping.
Sandy: Anytime, kid, anytime, and, for you, I'd listen even without breakfast. (She smiles and takes a bite of her bagel.) So, what's on your mind?
Marissa: It's actually a problem with school.
Sandy: Well, I'd love to help, but I don't know how much I'll know about English. I may be a lawyer, and I may like to talk, but I'm definitely not up on all my reading.
Marissa: Oh no, I don't need help with school work.
Sandy: Then, I don't understand.
Marissa: It's with a professor.
Sandy: (He becomes serious.) Okay.
Marissa: So, I have this professor, actually Ryan and I both have him.
Sandy: So, he's your creative writing professor.
Marissa: Yeah, and on Thursday, he kept me after class…to talk to me.
Sandy: About what?
Marissa: Well, you see…
Sandy: Marissa you can tell me. Anything you say to me, not only because I'm a lawyer but because I'm your friend, will remain confidential.
Marissa: Okay, well you see, um, so he kind of threatened me. (Sandy just nods his head to display that he is listening and that she should continue.) He said that he has influential friends in the television business, that I had talent, and that if I helped him, he would help me get a job after I gradated.
Sandy: And by helping him he meant sleeping with him?
Marissa: Yeah. (She breaks eye contact with him and looks down to her hands which she constantly plays with due to her nerves.)
Sandy: Alright, so I can see why you'd be upset, but at this point, do you really need his help? I mean, you'll be able to get a job when you graduate because of this part-time one you have already. Hell, they're probably planning on hiring you right now as we speak.
Marissa: (She looks back up with an appreciative, small smile on her face.) Thanks for the confidence, and I know what you mean, but there's more to it.
Sandy: What else did he say?
Marissa: Basically, I told him off and said that I didn't need his help and that he should really think about what his wife would think of his offers, but threatening him might not have been the best idea.
Sandy: (He laughs quietly.) You do have spunk kid! So, what did he counter with?
Marissa: Well, because Ryan and I have both have the class with him, he knew that we were dating; we make no secret about it.
Sandy: So he threatened Ryan, too; how?
Marissa: He said that if I don't cooperate with him, that he would make it so that Ryan and I would not go to UCLA any longer, that he would get us kicked out, so now, even if I went to the dean, I'd be risking Ryan's future as well as mine, so I can't do that.
Sandy: Well, you can't let him get away with this.
Marissa: Oh, I know, and don't worry, no one threatens me or anyone I love (Sandy smiles when she says this about Ryan, realizing just how much these two already mean to each other.) and gets away with it, but that's where you come in. I need your help to bring him down.
Sandy: I'd love to help, but I don't know exactly how I can.
Marissa: I need someone who knows the boundaries of the law, what's admissible in court, and how to go about setting someone up. You see, he gave me a week to get back to him to set up arrangements, as he liked to put it, so I thought I'd pay him a little visit, get him talking, and record every word the bastard said. (Sandy laughs again.)
Sandy: Remind me never to cross you! So, after you get him on tape, then what do you want to do? If you're planning on just blackmailing him into submission, then I won't help you.
Marissa: What? No, of course I'm not doing that. That would get me off the hook, but he'd still be free to do it to other women. No, I want him fired, I want this put on his permanent record, and I want to know if I could possibly send him to jail.
Sandy: If you can get the proof and possibly someone else who could come forward to corroborate your information, say someone he's tried this with in the past or another student he's currently blackmailing, then we should definitely be able to accomplish all three of your goals. So, since you have this pretty much figured out, what do you have in mind?
Marissa: I want to get this over and done with; I want to go to him Monday morning. If you will help me set up the microphone and sit with the equipment while its being recorded so you can listen and send help if I need it, then I can do everything else. I know I can get him to talk, to reveal all we need, because he's smug and arrogant and believes that he can get away with anything. Then, once we do, I want to bust him right then and there so that I can see his face.
Sandy: So, you want the cops involved right from the beginning and ready and waiting for him.
Marissa: Definitely!
Sandy: I think that would be the best way to handle this, and as for getting some other testimony, let me think on that for a little while. I'll come up with a plan; maybe we could make this a double performance.
Marissa: What do you mean?
Sandy: I don't have all the kinks worked out yet in my mind, but, by what you've told me about this guy, I'd say that he'd be pretty easy to trip up. I'll keep working on the plan, and I'll get back to you when I have the details ironed out so that we can set everything up tomorrow before you go back.
Marissa: Thanks Mr. Cohen.
Sandy: Marissa, please, you're Ryan's girlfriend, you cooked for me, we're friends, you can call me Sandy. Mr. Cohen makes me feel too old.
Marissa: Okay, Sandy, thank you.
Sandy: Much better, but I have one more question for you.
Marissa: Shoot.
Sandy: How much about this does Ryan know?
Marissa: I didn't tell him anything; I knew he'd immediately run to the professor and want to kill him for threatening me that way, so I kept him the dark.
Sandy: And he doesn't suspect anything?
Marissa: Oh no, I'm not that good. He knows that something is up, but I've told him that I'm handling it on my own and that when it's taken care of, I'll tell him exactly what happened.
Sandy: And he let you slide with that?
Marissa: It's not like he has a choice. What can he do if I don't tell him, pout and brood? That's not going to make me change my mind; he knows that, so he has no power over me.
Sandy: (Once again, he laughs.) I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to that kid. Sounds like you have him wrapped around your little finger. How did you manage that?
Marissa: I gave him some of his own medicine. I was mad at him, so I shut him out, wouldn't talk to him, and kicked him out of our room until he realized what he did wrong and apologized.
Sandy: And he did?
Marissa: Within 24 hours.
Sandy: You're good.
Marissa: Thank you.
Sandy: And I agree; Ryan can't know about this until after we've nailed the guy. I will have to talk to Kirsten though, so she knows where I'll be tomorrow.
Marissa: That's fine. Oh, but don't tell Seth, because he really can't keep a secret, and if he found out, I know he'd tell Ryan one way or another, no matter how Summer threatens him.
Sandy: Oh trust me; I know not to tell Seth anything. I had to live with him for sixteen years before I got someone trustworthy that I could use for a confident.
Marissa: Ryan?
Sandy: The one and only. (They both smile as they think of Ryan. Sandy starts to eat and Marissa stands up. She walks around the side of Sandy's desk and kisses his cheek, which surprises him but he smiles.)
Marissa: Thanks again, Sandy. (She bounds out of the room smiling after grabbing her breakfast. Sandy laughs and goes back to working while he eats with a smile on his face. The scene leaves his office and goes to the poolhouse where Ryan is just getting up. He rolls over to see Marissa but notices that she is not there. He stands up and pulls on a pair of track pants. (He had just been in boxers.) Before he can put a wife beater on though, Marissa enters the poolhouse bearing breakfast for Ryan. She brings in a bagel, a box of cereal, a big glass of orange juice, and a cup of coffee, somehow balancing everything. When he sees her, he runs over and grabs the coffee and juice from her.)
Ryan: Hey, let me take some of this. You know, you could have made two trips.
Marissa: Yeah, but I heard Seth and Summer coming down, and I thought if I got out here quick enough, he'd think we were still sleeping if we kept the blinds down and door shut.
Ryan: Seth? No, he'll be walking in here with his own breakfast within minutes.
Marissa: (She puts the food down on the nightstand and places her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him to her.) Well then, I guess we better take advantage of the peace, quiet, and privacy while it lasts. (She begins to kiss him, and quickly becomes passionate. He pulls her down on the bed with him and rolls over on top of her, bracing himself with his arms.)
Ryan: Good, because I really wasn't hungry…for food. (Marissa laughs and he begins to kiss her again. Just as he gets her shirt off, leaving her in only a bra and a pair of shorts, the door opens and Seth followed by Summer walk in. Ryan collapses on her so as to hide her lack of clothing and she giggles.)
Seth: Oh my God! (He turns around quickly and faces the outside but does not leave while Summer laughs.)
Ryan: Seth?
Marissa: Who else? (Ryan shakes his head, reaches behind himself without looking, grabs her shirt and hands it to her. She puts it on while Ryan still tries to block her. Once she is dressed, he gets up and grabs his wife beater, puts it on, and then sits back down with her and begins to eat the cereal out of the box.)
Seth: Dude, do you guys always have to be all over each other, and so early in the morning? Ugh, I think I lost my appetite. (He walks over and sits down in the chair and then continues eating his bagel with cream cheese and drinking his coffee. Summer walks in as well and sits down on the floor in front of Seth and leans up against the chair he's sitting in.)
Summer: Cohen can't do anything in the morning until after he has completed his morning ritual.
Ryan: Speaking of that, where's the arts and leisure section?
Seth: Can't find it. I bet my Dad took the newspaper with him when he went surfing.
Marissa: He's already back. He's in his office. Why don't you go get it from him?
Seth: Yeah, like I'll believe that one.
Marissa: No, seriously, he's in his office eating his breakfast.
Seth: How do you know?
Marissa: Because I took his breakfast to him after I made it.
Summer: That was nice of you Coop.
Seth: A little too nice.
Ryan: What? Why was that too nice?
Seth: I don't know; I just find Marissa's generous behavior to be suspicious.
Ryan: Why? She makes you breakfast almost every day? You don't find that suspicious.
Seth: Yeah, well, she lives with me.
Marissa: Technically, I'm living with your Dad this weekend if you want to get specific.
Seth: True, but you didn't make anyone else their breakfast.
Ryan: She brought mine in to me.
Seth: Well, I guess we can see who your favorites are!
Marissa: I guess you can! (She smiles and laughs briefly before continuing.)Actually, when I got up, your Dad was the only one else awake, so I took him some breakfast so I could have someone to talk to while I ate mine. And then, after we finished eating, I was bored again, so I got some for Ryan so that I could wake him up.
Summer: Oh, I think you woke him up and it wasn't the food that did so by the looks of things earlier.
Marissa: Actually, he was already awake, Summer, for your information.
Seth: I still don't understand why you didn't make me any breakfast.
Summer: Oh shut up, Cohen, no one cares about your incessant whining. Ugh, can't we have one peaceful moment a day. By the way, Chino, are you going to eat that bagel?
Ryan: Nope. You want it? (Summer shakes her head yes, so he tosses it to her and she catches it and steals Seth's coffee to drink.)
Summer: Thanks.
Seth: (He notices that she took his coffee.) Hey, what do you think you're doing? (He reaches for the cup but she pulls it away so that he can't reach it.)
Summer: Get your own, Cohen.
Seth: That was mine.
Summer: Wrong. You see, a good fiancée would have gotten a cup of coffee for his future wife first, then worried about himself, so, technically, this is mine, so, like I said, get your own. (She takes a drink.)
Seth: You didn't ask for any.
Summer: I shouldn't have to.
Seth: (He begins to pout.) I can't believe this. Can't we at least share?
Summer: Fine, this time we'll share, but from now on, I expect my own cup every morning, got it?
Seth: Whatever you say, Summer. (She hands it back to him, he takes a drink, but immediately puts it back in her waiting hands, which makes Ryan and Marissa laugh.)
Marissa: So, what's on the agenda for today?
Summer: I have some shopping to do.
Marissa: For what?
Summer: Oh, I have to get a dress for the Valentine's Day party next weekend.
Seth: Oh, can it be short, red, and sultry?
Ryan: Sultry?
Seth: Sounds better than slutty, but you get the picture.
Summer: Definitely not now! Do you really think I'd take fashion advice from you, Cohen?
Seth: It wasn't advice, I was asking for a present.
Summer: I do believe that this is the holiday where you have to get me a present and not vice versa.
Marissa: Actually, Sum, I think you're supposed to get him a present, too.
Summer: Really?
Marissa: Yeah.
Summer: Are you getting Chino something? (Ryan looks at Marissa and smiles as she smiles back at him.)
Marissa: Yes.
Summer: What?
Ryan: Yeah, honey, what are you getting me?
Seth: Honey? (Summer and Ryan speak at the same time.)
Summer: Shut it Cohen.
Ryan: Shut up, Seth. (Marissa laughs.)
Marissa: First of all, I'm not telling because Seth's here and he can't keep a secret and Ryan's here, too, so it would ruin the surprise. But, I should probably come with you today Summer, so I can pick something up.
Summer: No problem; I'd love the company, but I'm still not getting Cohen anything, no matter what you say.
Seth: I used to being ignored.
Summer: So, that leaves you two boys, alone. How are you going to occupy yourselves? You could always come with us to buy our presents.
Ryan: I think we better go sometime when you two aren't there, so you can't spy or trail us.
Marissa: Hey, I like surprises!
Seth: Summer doesn't; she'd follow us.
Summer: Yes, I would, and you'd never know. The mall is my element; you'd never be able to stop me!
Ryan: Exactly why we're not going with you. I think I'll just hang in here; (He looks at Seth.) catch up on my sleep!
Seth: Or, or we could have Seth/Ryan time, a little Playstation, a little conversation. It would be awesome! We haven't had Seth/Ryan time in a while.
Ryan: We had it last weekend.
Seth: Yeah, but we used to have it everyday.
Ryan: When I first got here.
Summer: And when Cohen didn't have any other friends or anything else better to do.
Seth: Oh, and when you say anything else better to do, are you referring to yourself?
Summer: Cohen, you're such a perv. (She elbows him in the knee.)
Seth: See, now, even if I wanted to go to the mall with you, I wouldn't be able to walk! Looks like it's you and me in here all day long now, buddy.
Ryan: I don't think so!
Marissa: Uh, neither do I! I need to get dressed, and you're not staying in here for that.
Seth: That's what the bathroom's for.
Ryan: No. You out, now!
Seth: Oh come on, Ryan, she can get dressed in the bathroom.
Ryan: No, Seth, she can't. It's too crowded in there for two people.
Seth: What? (Marissa playfully hits him with a pillow and Summer laughs.)
Ryan: Do you really want to start that now? (As he says this, he smirks at her, picks up a pillow, and raises his eyebrows. She grabs one, too, and nods her head towards Seth who is not paying any attention. They both jump out of bed and run towards him, hitting him with the pillows at the same time.)
Seth: What the hell! (Summer stands up and runs over to the bed and picks a pillow up herself and joins in. While hitting him, all three laugh.) What did I ever do to you three? I don't deserve this! I'm leaving. (Seth stands up and moves towards the door quickly, but they continue to hit him until he's outside. Summer tosses her pillow to Ryan and walks away with Seth as Marissa shuts the door and locks it.)
Marissa: Now, where were we? (Ryan drops the pillows right there, as does Marissa and takes her shirt back off and tosses it. She puts her hands on his waist, where she'll be able to pull his pants down easily, and walks him backwards towards the bed. Once they reach it, she pushes him down, grabs his pants by the ankles, and pulls them off.)
Ryan: Aren't we forward?
Marissa: Well, when a girl knows what she wants, she goes after it.
Ryan And what do you want?
Marissa: (She sits down on the bed on her knees which are placed on either side of Ryan's body. She runs her nails down his chest and then onto his torso but stops when she gets to his boxers, playfully moving her hands in circles just above the waistband. Then, she leans down and kisses his neck right where his Adam's apple is and whispers.) A workout. (He smiles and flips her over so that he is on top, which makes her laugh.)
Ryan: That I can do. (He begins to kiss her and reaches down to take her bra off and notices that it is a front clasp.) This is convenient. New?
Marissa: You like?
Ryan: Very much so! (He unclasps the bra and helps her take it off before tossing it aside. Once he finishes, he goes back to kissing her, but quickly moves his lips away from hers to travel lower on her body and the scene fades and goes into the family room where Seth is eating cereal this time while watching cartoons and Summer is flipping through a magazine.)
Summer: I wonder how long it will take her to get ready. Do you think I should go and start?
Seth: Yeah.
Summer: But, do you think she'll get ready right away, because you do know that we interrupted them earlier?
Seth: Really, I couldn't tell! (Summer glares at him.) Besides, even if they are getting tangled in the sheets as we speak, you know you take longer than Marissa to get ready anyway, so if you start now, you'll probably both finish at the same time.
Summer: Yeah, I guess you're right, Chino does take a while. (She contemplates what to do.) Well, catch you later, Cohen. (She runs out of the room and goes upstairs leaving Seth by himself.)
Seth: Ugh…finally, some peace and quiet. (He puts his cereal bowl down and contemplates playing Playstation.) Hm, maybe I should wait till later when we have Seth/Ryan time. So, what to do, what to do…. (He spots Summer's magazine and picks it up to see what it was.) Bingo, Cosmo! (He starts to read it and becomes quiet engrossed quickly so he does not notice Sandy and Kirsten walking into the kitchen. When Sandy notices what Seth is reading, he gets Kirsten's attention and points out their son's reading material. Kirsten laughs which startles Seth, so he slides down the sofa further and hides behind the magazine.)
Sandy: Brushing up on the art of the female orgasm?
Seth: Ugh, Father, that was nine words I never needed to hear you say, EVER! (Sandy laughs.)
Kirsten: Why exactly are you reading Cosmo, Seth?
Seth: Waiting, had nothing better to do within reach of the couch.
Sandy: Where's Summer?
Seth: Showering to get ready to go to the mall.
Kirsten: Ryan and Marissa?
Seth: Canoodling in the poolhouse, I would presume.
Sandy: You mean you've resisted the urge to go out there and wake Ryan up?
Seth: Nope, been there, tried that, but he was already awake, wide awake and making out with Marissa on the bed.
Kirsten: Looks like we have another morning man in this house.
Seth: Mother! No sex talk in the pudding palace.
Sandy: Speaking of the pudding palace, would you mind coming out here so that we don't have yell between rooms?
Seth: (He reluctantly stands up, brings his bowl with him and places it in the sink before sitting down at the table.) So, what can I do for you parents?
Kirsten: (She sits down beside him with a cup of coffee, but Seth immediately gets up and walks towards the kitchen counter.) Where are you going?
Seth: Coffee. (He pours it, but doesn't say anything because she's waiting for him to sit back down.) And pudding. (He goes to the fridge, opens it, and gets some pudding out. She still doesn't speak, so he moves again.) Spoon. (Once he gets his spoon, he starts to leave, but her voice makes him stop.)
Kirsten: I don't think so; sit now, Seth! (Slowly, he shuffles his way back to the table and sits down. While she talks, he eats his pudding.) Now, what's this all about, you telling Zoe to tell your Dad and I no sex in the pudding palace.
Seth: She said that! Wow, Zoe's either brilliant or psychic, either way, congratulations you two, you have a talented daughter! (Sandy laughs despite himself which warrants a dirty look from Kirsten.)
Kirsten: How many times do we have to tell you to watch what you say around Zoe? She may be young, but she remembers everything you tell her, especially when they are instructions, Seth!
Seth: Instructions, I don't know what you're talking about. You must be having those weird dreams again, Mother, because you're sounding a little loony. (He makes a crazy face at her, which makes her take his pudding away from him. She gets up and throws it away.) Hey, what was that for?
Kirsten: It's your punishment for telling your two and half year old sister to say no sex in the pudding palace.
Seth: Fine, but I'll just get another one.
Kirsten: And I'll throw that one away, too. No pudding this whole weekend, Seth, do you understand me.
Seth: (He mumbles under his breath.) You might be able to stop me here, but you'll never know what I eat when I'm at the diner.
Kirsten: I heard that, and don't worry, I'm going to give Ryan strict instructions to hit you if you even attempt to order pudding.
Seth: Fine, I won't go with him.
Sandy: Summer will hit you, too, if we ask.
Seth: She's not invited either.
Sandy: So will Marissa.
Seth: I'll just go by myself.
Kirsten: You won't go anywhere by yourself any more. Nice try, Seth, but we're not buying it, and you're not having any pudding this weekend.
Seth: (He pouts for a few seconds, then perks up and forgets what he was mad about.) So, Father, I heard someone made you breakfast this morning.
Kirsten: I did not.
Seth: No, that's right Mother, you didn't, because Marissa did.
Kirsten: (She turns to Sandy.) She did? (He shakes his head yes.) Well, that was nice of her.
Seth: Oh come on, Mom, aren't a little bit suspicious as to why she would do that?
Kirsten: No.
Seth: What?
Kirsten: No, why would I be suspicious? Marissa makes you breakfast almost every morning, and you don't find anything wrong with that.
Seth: Yeah, but…
Kirsten: Oh, I get it; you're mad that Marissa didn't make you any breakfast but she made your Dad some. (Kirsten laughs softly.)
Seth: Why does everyone say that?
Sandy: Because, son, I hate to break it to you, but you're easier to read than a picture book. (He laughs at his own joke while Seth just mocks him.)
Seth: Funny, so funny I forgot to laugh.
Kirsten: That was an original comeback. How old is that one now?
Seth: You know what; I don't have to take this. First, Ryan, Marissa, and Summer beat me out of the poolhouse with pillows, then you two ground me from pudding, and now you're making fun of my quick one liners.
Sandy: Quick, ancient one liners.
Seth: See, you make my point for me! I'm leaving. (Seth stands up to leave but is not sure where to go. First he moves to the patio doors, but remembers that Ryan and Marissa probably locked them this time, then he moves towards the family room, but remembers that his parents could still taunt him if he was in there, and then he moves towards the stairs, but remembers that Summer is getting ready and he does not want to be anywhere near that, so he ends up sitting back at the table. After taking a long drink of his coffee, he speaks to his parents who have just watched him with amused expressions on their faces.) You know what, why should I have to leave. This is as much my kitchen as it is yours, so you two should leave. Now, get out, as Summer would say, vaminos! (He begins to shoo them away, but they just move closer towards him. Sandy joins them at the table and sits down as well, and both he and Kirsten lean in so that they are extremely close to his face. Finally, frustrated, he gets up and goes upstairs, grumbling the entire way.) Fine, I guess I'll just have to put up with Summer getting ready. Anything would be better than you two! (He disappears out of the kitchen and Kirsten laughs.)
Sandy: Finally, I thought we'd never be alone. (He leans in and kisses Kirsten. The scene goes black put picks back up in the poolhouse about an hour later as Ryan and Marissa are just finishing getting ready. He is lying on the bed while she is finishing her make-up application, which is simple so it only takes a moment.)
Ryan: So, what are you getting me for Valentine's Day?
Marissa: I'm not telling, so you better just quit asking.
Ryan: Can I get a clue?
Marissa: Nope.
Ryan: Oh, come one, I've never had a Valentine's Day present; I don't know what to expect.
Marissa: Good, then it will really be a surprise, and you know that I love surprising someone almost as much as I love being surprised.
Ryan: You're no fun!
Marissa: Really, because I thought we were just having fun, together, but if that wasn't any fun for you, I'll quit doing it. (She has finished applying the makeup, so she leaves the bathroom and comes to sit with him on the bed.)
Ryan: Don't you dare!
Marissa: So, I guess this means that we'll just have to sit here and patiently wait for Seth and Summer, because, since you didn't have fun, we can't do what we were just doing. (He pulls her to him so that she is lying on top of him, and he beings to kiss her, but she pulls away and smirks at him.) I thought you said that I wasn't any fun?
Ryan: Nope, wasn't me, you must be hearing things.
Marissa: Well, in that case, please continue. (He smiles and brings her back down to him so that she is lying completely on top of him. Just as things begin to heat up, the door handle begins to be pulled.) Seth's here. Wait, I'll get it. (She gets up, unlocks the door, and opens it up slightly.) Hey guys, Ryan's still not done; he's still in the shower.
Seth: I don't hear it.
Marissa: Actually, I don't think he's started yet. (Summer pushes the door open further startling Marissa.)
Summer: Nope, Chino's right her, laying on the bed waiting for you to finish lying to us! Coop! (Seth and Summer walk in. Seth goes to the TV and turns the Playstation on while looking for a game, while Summer stands in front of Marissa with her hands on her hips.)
Marissa: What?
Summer: You lied to me!
Marissa: We probably would have ended up back in the shower, so I was just stretching the truth.
Summer: We, back in the shower, are you telling me you two showered together? (Marissa's face turns slightly pink but she doesn't back down.)
Marissa: It saves water that way.
Ryan: Plus, it's not like it would be the first time, right? (Marissa looks over to him and laughs. Summer just gets angrier.)
Summer: Cohen!
Seth: What?
Summer: How come Chino can have sex in the shower and not hurt his back?
Seth: Do we really need to discuss this…again?
Summer: Fine! (She grabs Marissa hand and tries to pull her towards the door.) We're leaving, now, Coop! Marissa frees herself and goes to the kitchen counter and grabs her purse. Afterwards she goes back to Ryan and kisses him goodbye.)
Marissa: (She whispers to him.) We'll pick up where we were interrupted later, okay?
Ryan: I'm going to hold you to that.
Marissa: You better.
Summer: So not subtle you two, I heard everything you said.
Ryan: She really can hear everything! I thought you were kidding when you said so, Seth, but you were right.
Summer: Huh, funny. Let's go, Coop. (She starts to leave and Marissa follows, but stops and turns back around.) Oh, and when we get back tonight, you two better be ready to go to the Baitshop.
Marissa: Tonight? We're going to be gone all day?
Seth: Baitshop? Who's playing?
Ryan: Summer, I really don't want to go out tonight. I thought that Marissa and I'd just do something together.
Summer: Okay, first of all, Coop, I haven't been shopping since I was in the hospital; I have much to catch up on, so no whining. Secondly, I don't know who's playing Cohen, and I don't care. We're going, and that goes for you too, Chino. You and Marissa can just have sex when we get back, or hell, for all I care, have sex at the Baitshop in the bathroom, just lock the doors, don't let me see you, and be careful. You never know what kind of diseases you could pick up there!
Marissa: Ew, Summer, that's disgusting. (She starts to leave, but Summer doesn't follow.) If we're going to go, let's go. (Summer finally leaves.)
Seth: So are you?
Ryan: Am I what?
Seth: Going to have sex with Marissa in the Baitshop bathroom?
Ryan: No, and even if I would, it'd still be none of your business or Summer's for that matter.
Seth: So then you're thinking about it?
Ryan: No! Can we just play and quit talking. I've had enough of your talk already today.
Seth: We can play, (He tosses Ryan a controller and begins the game.) but I'm afraid we're no where near being done talking. Let's see, what do I want to hear about first? (He thinks for a moment before talking.) Oh, that's right, Summer and I have been very interested in the details of last weekend. How exactly did you apologize, where exactly did you to go on Sunday and what did you do, and what's with giving her a rose everyday? You're really starting to give me a bad rep!
Ryan: No.
Seth: No what? I don't have a bad rep?
Ryan: No, I'm not telling you about that.
Seth: (He pouts for a moment before talking once again.) How about you tell me what you're getting Marissa for Valentine's Day and perhaps give me some ideas as to what I should get Summer?
Ryan: No and no.
Seth: Yeah, I really don't know what that is or where to get it, so you better help me out.
Ryan: Seth! No, I won't tell you what I'm getting Marissa; you can't keep a secret! Seth starts to protest, but Ryan shuts him up.) Don't deny it, you spill the beans as soon as you find something out, and the second no was to tell you that I won't pick out Summer's present for her. It has to be from you, and you should know her by now. She's your fiancée, not mine.
Seth: You suck.
Ryan: Thanks. Now, can we just play….in peace?
Seth: Or we could talk about me?
Ryan: Fine, you talk about yourself, I'll pretend to listen while zoning out and winning the game.
Seth: Hahahaha, you're sharp this morning, must be the early workout. (Ryan glares at him.) But, zone out all you want buddy, you're not beating me. (At this moment, Ryan kills Seth's character.)
Ryan: Just did. Now what?
Seth: Rematch?
Ryan: Start it up, but if you want to beat me, you better shut up.
Seth: Can't do Ryan, can't do.
Ryan: I'll let you win if you shut up.
Seth: No fun. Play, I'll talk, and we'll see who the better man is. (The scene fades to black as they continue to play and ends.)
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