It is the night of the party, Saturday early evening of the next week. Julie and Kirsten are in the final stages of setting up the party, both still dressed casually. While Kirsten is placing flower arrangement through the back lawn of her father's home, Julie is just walking around, doing nothing even close to manual labor, giving directions to the very capable caters and set-up staff. The camera does not pick up on anything in particular that Julie is saying, but her hands are waving wildly, and the general noise of the scene is a buzzing noise as people bustle about working. Startling Kirsten, Cal taps her on the shoulder and silently motions for her to hurry and follow him towards the house. He is trying to avoid Julie, but at the last minute just before he got safely inside with Kirsten without Julie noticing them, she turns around and sees his fleeing figure, but she does not go in immediately. She takes the moment to sit down and drink a mimosa, careful to not let anyone see her. As she sits down, drink in hand, the camera goes back to the house and inside where Cal has lead Kirsten to his office and has shut the door.
Caleb: Kiki, I know he we haven't been on the best terms lately….
Kirsten: And whose fault is that?
Caleb: Granted, I've done some thing you haven't liked lately, but through it all, I've loved you the entire time, and at this point, I need your help. Julie's up to something.
Kirsten: Really? (She crosses her arms in front of her and takes a very stubborn position, still standing. He sits down in his chair and puts his head in his hands which are leaning with their elbows against the top of the desk. He looks dejected and frustrated, lost as to what to do next.)
Caleb: Look, I wouldn't ask this if it wasn't important. Would you please just sit down and let me talk to you? (Kirsten eyes him for a moment, considering whether or not she should grant him his wish, but she concedes and sits down, curiosity getting the better of her, but she has a trick up her sleeve yet.)
Kirsten: I'll listen to your problem and offer advice, but you have to do something for me, well actually two things.
Caleb: What?
Kirsten: You're not going to like either of them.
Caleb: Just tell me what you want Kiki.
Kirsten: First of all, I want you to agree right here and right now that no matter what happens between us, you will never make me work with Julie Cooper again. I can't handle her. These last few weeks have been some of the worst of my life, and this party, I should be thrilled to be going to it, to celebrate my son's engagement, but when I think of this evening the only thing I feel is dread, as if something terrible is going to happen.
Caleb: It's the same way I feel.
Kirsten: What?
Caleb: I think something bad is going to happen tonight, and at this point, I don't think there's anything I can do to stop it.
Kirsten: Whoa, stop right there; that came too close to revealing what is bothering you and you still haven't agreed to my conditions.
Caleb: Alright, fine, you never have to work with Julie again. What's the other stipulation?
Kirsten: I want you to lay off Ryan, give him a chance, actually look at him as a designer, an intelligent young man, as my son. You don't have to open your arms to him and accept him as a Grandson, I'm not naïve, I realize your pride will never let you go that far and admit that you were wrong about someone, but I would like to see you put aside this ridiculous grudge you hold against him, because if you don't, and let me put this in business terms so that you'll understand it, he's going to go and work for a rival company of the Newport Group's, and if you let that happen, he'll eventually sink us. He's good, Dad, no he's more than good, he's one of the best I've ever seen.
Caleb: I can't believe you're asking me to do this; you know how I feel about that criminal?
Kirsten: You're a criminal and we still love…well love may be too strong of a word, we still tolerate you. Can't you at least try to tolerate Ryan, stop making rude comments every time you see him, and maybe, if you're lucky and you'll be able to mend some the fences you've broken between the two of you, you'll be able to get yourself the most promising architect in the country.
Caleb: You're a little biased Kiki.
Kirsten: Fine, if you don't believe me, I'll bring some of his designs into work on Monday. The house he just designed for Marissa will impress even you.
Caleb: He's building her a house. How the hell is he going to pay for that? Don't tell me you and Sandy are paying for it for them!
Kirsten: They're not building a house, (She lowers her voice.) and I seriously need to stop bringing this house up; it's supposed to be a secret.
Caleb: What was that?
Kirsten: Nothing, just thinking out loud, but no, they're not building a house….yet. This is their future home I'm presuming, something someday he wants to be able to give her.
Caleb: Humph! Like that will ever happen!
Kirsten: Dad! Do you or do you not want my help?
Caleb: I do.
Kirsten: Then you better cool down the Ryan bashing right now! Do we have a deal? You'll give him a shot, something he deserved over five years ago when he became a part of my family and yours, too, I might add.
Caleb: Don't say that.
Kirsten: It's the truth.
Caleb: Look, I may have agreed to give him a chance as a person, but he will never be a part of my family.
Kirsten: Well he's a part of mine, a very important part, and he will continue to be forever whether you like it or not.
Caleb: (He snorts.) Yeah, I realize that. Now, can we please talk about what's going on with me?
Kirsten: Selfish and self-absorbed to the last drop, it's no wonder Seth is the way he is. Go on, what's wrong now?
Caleb: Well, like I said, Julie's up to something.
Kirsten: She's been up to something since the first day she got here, trying to land herself a rich husband, and she currently has her sights on you, to ensure that she has an unlimited supply of money for her shopping trips, spa visits, and insanely expensive upkeep.
Caleb: But you don't know much about her past. (She just looks at him, silently telling him to continue.) Well it turns out that Julie was quite the character before she met Jimmy.
Kirsten: From what I've heard she was the quite the character while she was married to Jimmy, a drunk, a terrible mother, a cheating wife, you name it, she did it.
Caleb: Yes, including porn. (Kirsten stares at him for a moment before starting to laugh hysterically.)
Kirsten: You're dating a porn star! We always joked that the young, 20-somethings you used to bring home looked like porn stars with their silicone implants, over processed blonde hair, fake smiles, and trashy clothing, but this, this is priceless, now you're dating the real thing! Amazing, Julie Cooper, adult film connoisseur; just wait till Sandy and Seth get a hold of this information, it will give them material for months!
Caleb: You wouldn't?
Kirsten: I won't have to. This is Newport; nothing like this stays a secret for long. Someone will find out and they'll spread it. I give it six months and the whole community will know that Caleb Nichol, CEO and founder of the Newport Group is dating….
Caleb: Stop right there! Who said that we'll even still be dating six months down the line? Hell, we might not even be dating six hours down the line.
Kirsten: Oh no you don't; if you're going to dump her, you do it after this party. Tonight is not about you and your dysfunctional relationship, it's about your grandson and his fiancée, and I will not have your little romantic melodrama ruining it for them. Do you understand me?
Caleb: You have a point, but I warn you, it's coming soon. First I find out she was once an actress in an adult film, and now she's been sneaking off to see her former flame, a man who's been in and out of prison, the man who produced her little sexcapade, and the man I'm pretty sure she's conspiring with to scam me.
Kirsten: Well what do you think they're up to?
Caleb: That's the part we're unsure of so far, but at least we have our eyes peeled for warning signs, and I'm not going to let her stick around long enough to do any real damage.
Kirsten: So what did you want me to do?
Caleb: You've been working with her. Have you noticed anything off, anything strange?
Kirsten: Ah, I try to avoid talking to her, and actually, we haven't seen much of each other this entire time other than our first initial meeting. I wasn't going to say anything, because I really don't care, but she never showed up for anything and I never found out why. I just went on without her, organizing this party as if I was the one throwing it. I don't think she'll be ready to start the business though.
Caleb: What business?
Kirsten: The party planning business this event is supposed to be preparing her for, the one you promised her to keep her in Newport.
Caleb: That was a mistake, and one I am going to rectify soon. She is not getting a business to run into bankruptcy or hide her illegal actions behind.
Kirsten: Hm, sounds like someone else I know.
Caleb: Kiki, that is all in the past, and you cannot honesty tell me that you would compare my business skills with those of Julie Cooper?
Kirsten: No, I wouldn't, because you're a lot more underhanded and devious, but this is beside the point. I hope you don't expect me to buddy up to her and try to pry information out of her, because I think I'd rather eat Sandy's wetsuit.
Caleb: No, no, I don't want you to do anything of the sort, but if you see anything suspicious just make sure you tell either Jimmy or myself. Speaking of Sanford, will he be joining us this evening? I've heard that he hasn't been around much.
Kirsten: (She stands up and moves towards the door.) He'll be here. (She opens the door just as Julie puts her fist up to knock. It is uncertain whether or not she's been eavesdropping, but neither Kirsten nor Caleb want to ask. Kirsten walks out without saying another word as Julie enters the office.)
Caleb: What do you want, Julie? Shouldn't you be working on getting ready for the party?
Julie: Cal, I've missed you, and I was just hoping that we could talk a little before the party, catch up.
Caleb: Can't do. I have a lot of work to finish before this evening, as I imagine you do as well. You are hosting this party, let me remind you, not Kirsten.
Julie: Of course I know that, I was just going to stay for a few minutes, but I'll let you get back to your work. If you need anything, you know where to find me. (She starts to head out of the door, but stops and turns back to him.) Oh Cal, do you know if your maid keeps any saltines in the cupboards?
Caleb: What? Why would I know that? I've been gone for two weeks, you've been here. Go look for yourself Julie. I don't have time for this foolishness.
Julie: Of course, sorry Cal. (She leaves the room and shuts the door behind her quietly and walks back towards the back of the house where the French doors are open.) Dmn! (She mutters this under her breath so no one can hear it and exits into the back yard where the party preparations are underway. The camera leaves and goes to the pier. Jimmy is standing along side of the railing, leaning against it, and eating a Balboa bar. As Sandy approaches him, Jimmy stands up straight and puts his hand out to shake Sandy's hand.)
Sandy: Glad to see you hard at work, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Hey we all can't be workaholics like you, Sandy, but why don't you join me, Cal's treat?
Sandy: I really shouldn't, I mean with the party later; you should see Kirsten when I ruin my dinner with sweets, angrier than Summer in rage blackout. (Jimmy looks at him puzzled.) Oh, sorry, of course, you don't really know Summer, but just imagine a mama bear having her cub taken away, multiply that by about 50, and then you have an idea of the amount of anger involved in a Summer Roberts rage blackout.
Jimmy: Wow, not pretty, but are you sure? Come on, indulge a little, live on the edge.
Sandy: Alright, you twisted by arm, but only because you're buying. With the amount of money I've been spending on gas to commute back and forth to work, I might owe the government for their oil even after I get my paycheck from them. (Jimmy laughs.)
Jimmy: So work's not the bushel of fun you thought it would be?
Sandy: Not really, but it's only been a few weeks, and I'm not about to quit now. I'm in this for the long haul. I committed to this job, so now I'm stuck, and it's not like any better offers are rolling in.
Jimmy: If you quit, I bet they would.
Sandy: Guess we'll never know now will we. (They have reached the vendor selling the ice cream.)
Jimmy: One Balboa bar, please. (The vendor hands Jimmy the ice cream who passes it to Sandy and then pays him. Afterwards, they both walk off to a bench at the end of the pier. Jimmy sits down and continues to eat his ice cream, while Sandy leans against the railing and begins to eat his.) Well, Sandy, I tell you what. If I'm ever in legal trouble, I'm call you, and knowing the way I mess up, it would no doubt be a big case, landmark, put your name in the history books.
Sandy: Well thanks for that, but I do have a favor to ask of you.
Jimmy: (Slightly puzzled.) Sure, what is it? (Sandy turns around and faces Jimmy.)
Sandy: Can we keep this little conversation between just the two of us. I haven't talked to Kirsten about this yet, even though she knew it would happen in the first place. I guess it's just pride stopping me from admitting I was wrong.
Jimmy: Sure, no problem, but you do need to talk to Kirsten about this sometime. She's worried about you, you know.
Sandy: How do you know that?
Jimmy: I ran into her a couple of weeks ago. She was waiting for you to meet her for dinner and I was dining alone. I sat and talked to her while she waited, but you never showed up, and she talked to me about the situation.
Sandy: So you know how angry she is at me right now?
Jimmy: She didn't seem angry that night, worried, yes, scared, yes, nervous, definitely, but not mad.
Sandy: Well she is now. I don't think we've had a civil conversation since I started this job.
Jimmy: Well, sorry if this is none of my business, but you did bring it up, but how much have you even been at home since you started this new job?
Sandy: (He grins sheepishly.) Not much.
Jimmy: Yeah, I didn't think so, and I know that you want to impress your new boss and co-workers, but don't let your marriage and family life suffer because of it. Your job is not that important.
Sandy: When did you get so wise?
Jimmy: (He laughs this time.) It took me 21 years and very big wake up call in the shape of my daughter running away from me to make me realize that I had been a terrible father, and now it's too late for me to fix things, but it's not too late for you. Make an effort, show Kirsten that even though you're going to be busy with this new job, that you're still committed to your relationship and your family.
Sandy: Boy, Cal would fire you right now if he could hear you giving me a pep talk about saving my marriage.
Jimmy: Your marriage doesn't need saving, it was never in real danger of breaking up. You and Kirsten have been through too much for this to stand in your way, but you're right, Cal would be shooting darts at my head through those icy eyes of his, so that's why I have to ask you to keep this little conversation between us.
Sandy: Trust me; I'm not saying a word! Cal's tried enough to break us up, including hiring you.
Jimmy: Yeah, I realized that, but I think I've finally made him understand that I want no part in that. I have a new assignment, not very pleasant but at least it doesn't make me a bad guy, and that's where you come in, that's why I called you here.
Sandy: Okay, I'm listening.
Jimmy: Aright, so without going into too much detail, Julie is quite a piece of work.
Sandy: (He laughs.) Oh you don't have to tell me that. Trust me, Marissa has told us stories about Julie Cooper, and I've already had enough close encounters with her other kind to last me a lifetime! (Jimmy joins in the laughter with him.)
Jimmy: Well then I doubt you have any problem doing what I am going to ask you. So, like I said, Julie has a past, one that includes an ex-convict for a boyfriend who just happened to be the director of her adult film.
Sandy: Julie did porn!
Jimmy: Yeah.
Sandy: That's enough to give a man nightmares for a year!
Jimmy: (He laughs again.) Try being married to her.
Sandy: Actually, the night I met her, I had a dream where I was married to her, scariest thing I've ever seen in my life! I don't know how you did it for so many years.
Jimmy: Neither do I, but this is where you come in. She's been meeting up with this ex of hers again, and they're planning some big scam on Cal.
Sandy: Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there. I do not work for that man any longer. I quit, and I am not being sucked back into the drama that surrounds that cesspool called the Newport Group. I gave too many years of my life to that demon of a corporation and it's ogre of a boss, I'm not going back to it.
Jimmy: I thought you would say that; I've heard about how well you and Caleb get along, but this isn't for Caleb. This is for Kirsten, for Seth, for Ryan, for Zoe, and for their future children. If I know Julie at all, and I should because, as you've said, I was married to her for all those years, this scam she is going to pull is not going to be a little one, it's going to be huge, something that lets her sink her claws into Caleb, his company, and his fortune and keep her there forever. That's all Julie has ever wanted, money and prestige, and who else is better qualified to give her those two things than Caleb Nichol. If she gets what she wants, there will be nothing left for your wife or your children when Cal finally kicks the bucket. She'll take it all.
Sandy: Jimmy, please don't put me in this position, to have to choose between my sanity, pride, and morals and my family.
Jimmy: Look, you won't even have to see Caleb at all. You and I will meet and discuss this; he'll have nothing to do with it. I'm running this…investigation, I guess you could call it, and I'm going to need your help. I wanted to know more about Lance's record, actually get my hands on everything that's on it. I know he's been in jail a couple of times for an assortment of crimes, but I guarantee he's been arrested for others that they couldn't convict him or ones that they at least suspected him but couldn't bring him in because of a lack of evidence. Then, when I figure out what they're doing, I'll need someone who knows the limits of the law so that I can go about and nail them legally. I may appreciate the job Cal gave me, but I'm not about to break the law for him blatantly.
Sandy: Well, that's good to hear, but I'm not sure Jimmy.
Jimmy: Hey, I understand, but all I can ask is that you consider it, please.
Sandy: That I can do, and I'll give you my answer tonight at the party.
Jimmy: You don't have to decide that quickly.
Sandy: Yeah, yeah I do, because if I decide not to help, I at least need to give you enough notice to find someone else who can.
Jimmy: As you know, I hope you say yes. I'd love the chance to work with the legendary Sandy Cohen.
Sandy: Legendary, I think that's a little extreme.
Jimmy: I don't; you're reputation precedes you, and besides, as Kirsten's oldest friend, it's only natural that you and I at least attempt to become friends.
Sandy: I have to admit that that makes sense, so I'll see you tonight.
Jimmy: 7:00, on the dot. I'll be the one in a black tux. (Sandy laughs and starts to walk away after waving goodbye, but he stops and turns back around to say one more thing.)
Sandy: Oh, and Jimmy?
Jimmy: Yeah?
Sandy: I hope we can trust you tonight. Marissa is going to be there, and I don't want to see a repeat of the last time you two saw each other. I'd like to try this friends thing out, but if you approach her, all deals are off and I will get a restraining order for her against you.
Jimmy: I understand….and Sandy?
Sandy: Yeah?
Jimmy: Thanks for taking care of my daughter. Someone has to do it, and I'm glad that she has you and Kirsten to support and love her now, because I sure as hell didn't when I had the chance.
Sandy: No need for thanks, we're honored to be a part of her life. See you later Jimmy. (He turns back around and leaves, throwing the stick from his ice cream away as he passes a garbage can. Jimmy remains sitting on the bench and just watches the ocean roll in as the camera pans away from him and goes to the poolhouse. Ryan, Marissa, and Seth are all sitting together playing Playstation. All three are absorbed in the game and do not notice Summer opening the door and walking in. When she sees that they have not even looked up at her, she turns back to the door and slams it as hard as she can, startling each and everyone of them, especially Seth.)
Seth: I think I just had my first adult accident. (Summer rolls her eyes, Ryan smirks, and Marissa hits Seth in the head with a pillow.)
Marissa: Seth, that's disgusting.
Summer: Yeah Cohen, keep this up and you'll be wearing pull ups to bed again. I will not sleep with a bed-wetter.
Seth: Well what the hell are you slamming doors for. Haven't you ever heard of a simple hello to announce your presence? You don't need to break the door off the hinges, because trust me, we have Ryan to do that when he's brooding. Speaking of brooding, Dude, you so have not had a poolhouse session in a while. What's the matter with you? (Ryan just glares at him.)
Summer: Like he would have time to brood in here. Now that Marissa's here, he's never alone in the poolhouse. Guess he found something better to do with his spare time! (She raises her eyebrows and smirks at them while Ryan and Marissa turn back to the game and start playing it again and Seth just laughs. When Ryan hears him laughing, he punches him in the arm. Seth stands up and walks out of the room. As he's walking he talks.)
Seth: If you all would excuse me, I have to go and withdrawal from the arm wrestling competition I had entered myself into and schedule the amputation of the appendage instead. (Ryan and Marissa continue to ignore him, but Summer laughs.)
Summer: Arm wrestling tournament, who were your competition Cohen, two year old girls? Actually, now that I think about it… (He's by the house now, so she yells.) Zoe could so kick your scrawny ss, so they'd have to be younger than that! (He just opens the door and walks in, but before he closes the door, he gives Summer the bird and then runs inside to hide.) Ah, he so did not just flip me off, the little btch! Marissa if you don't quit that stupid game within the next five minute and join me upstairs, I'll shave off your eyebrows while you're sleeping tonight, and now if you'll excuse me, it is so time for Seth to feel the pain. When I'm done with him….. (Her voice trails off as she runs towards the main house to hurt Seth and Ryan and Marissa are finally left in peace and quiet.)
Ryan: I thought we'd never get rid of them, and asking if Seth wanted to stay here with us while Summer went shopping for dresses, were you temporarily insane? (He gets up and goes over to the door, shuts it, and locks it before returning to the sit by Marissa.)
Marissa: What, it wasn't that bad, and besides, I feel sorry for anyone who's supposed to go on an all day shopping adventure with Summer. I've been there; trust me, they are not fun! Plus, your Mom asked us to keep them occupied, and I knew Summer would not leave the mall to snoop on the party, but Seth totally would, so I had to think of something that would keep him occupied, and playing Playstation all day with him was better than reading comics, right?
Ryan: Right, but there are so many other things that we could have done today that would have been so much better.
Marissa: And what would they be? (He leans over and kisses her.) This is a little more fun than playing video games, do you have anything else in mind though, something that's perhaps even better than this?
Ryan: Why don't you quit talking and let me show you. (She laughs and kisses him back. As they both slowly stand up and move their way to the bed, there is a knock on the door and the handle can be heard being pulled vigorously.) Ugh, you've got to be kidding me. All week, we've been trying to have some alone time, and every time we've started this, we've been interrupted.
Marissa: Yeah, but you locked the door, didn't you?
Ryan: Yeah.
Marissa: Well then they'll eventually go away. (More knocking can be heard, but like she said, they ignore it and move up farther on the bed. As they kiss passionately, she removes his over shirt and quickly strips him of his wife beater while he unbuttons her shirt and removes it along with her shorts. Finally, the person outside quits knocking and leaves, so they continue, Marissa by unbuckling and removing Ryan's belt and pants, and Ryan by taking off Marissa's bra. They roll over so that Marissa is lying on top of Ryan, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. All of a sudden, the door opens and Summer barges in to confront Ryan and Marissa barely clothed and definitely occupied.)
Ryan: What the hell, Summer! (He grabs the comforter and pulls it over them before sliding off of Marissa.)
Summer: I could say the same to you two! I told you Coop that you better be in the house within five minutes, and then when you didn't show up, I came back out here and knocked but no one answered, so I had to get the key because the door was locked.
Ryan: It was locked on purpose.
Summer: Speaking of which, you two work fast, because, I know I said I'd give her five minutes, but I didn't want to, and so I was back within like two minutes, and it only took me about 30 seconds to run and get the key from the kitchen, and by the time I came in, you two were already practically naked and ready to roll. I always thought you took your time Chino, you know, patience is a virtue.
Marissa: It would be if we were like a normal couple and actually had some privacy, but we haven't had a moment alone all week, and we were trying to make the most of the few minutes we had, but I guess that's not going to happen now.
Summer: Oh get over it; Cohen and I haven't had sex for weeks now, and we're fine.
Ryan: I'm not Seth.
Marissa: (Marissa turns to him and smiles before replying, and it's obvious that there was some moment under the sheets, but what exactly she did cannot be deciphered by Summer.) And I'm thankful for that everyday.
Summer: Ew! Hand check! (Marissa whirls her head around and faces Summer with an angry look on her face.) Look, you can glare all you want, but it doesn't scare me. You are coming with me now and we are getting ready upstairs in the guest bedroom like last time. Besides, you still have to pick out a dress to where tonight and I think I have the perfect one in mind. Now, let's go!
Marissa: Ah, Summer, I'm practically naked, and we might be best friends now and roommates, but I'm not getting out of this bed until you walk out of those doors and shut it behind you.
Summer: Fine, but if you really aren't upstairs with in the next couple of minutes, I'll send Cohen in with the key! (She turns around on her heal and marches out of the poolhouse, shutting the door behind her. Marissa and Ryan collapse onto the bed, both irritated and annoyed.)
Marissa: So I guess we've been sidetracked again. (She sits back up and looks around the room. When her eyes fall on the bathroom door, she smiles.) The bathroom door locks from the inside doesn't it?
Ryan: Yeah, but there are keys to it, too, so we're not safe in there either.
Marissa: Ugh! This is so not how I pictured us spending our spring break!
Ryan: I know what you mean, but I do have an idea. (He signals for her to move in closer so that he can whisper. She lies down on top of him under the sheets making him smile. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her down so that her ear is right by his mouth and speaks.)
Marissa: What, is this in case someone is eavesdropping?
Ryan: Partly, but anything that makes you get this close to me has its other advantages as well. (She laughs slightly before he continues.) So tonight is Seth and Summer's engagement party, which means no one will be paying any attention to us. We'll be able to put in our appearance, stay for a little while, and then sneak out early and come back here for some well over due private time.
Marissa: Is that a promise?
Ryan: Oh yeah! (Marissa laughs and kisses him quickly before sitting up and climbing out of the bed.) Hey, where are you going?
Marissa: To get dressed; you might be used to Seth walking in on you practically naked, but I'm not and I'm not about to let it start now! (He sits there and watches her get dressed, putting her shorts and shirt back on. When she goes to leave, she bends down and kisses him once more before running out of the door and shutting it behind her. Once she is gone, Ryan stands up and goes over to where his clothes are, pulling out a few items and putting them in the bathroom. As he walks out, he hears the door open and thinks that it is Marissa so he smiles. When he looks up though, and sees that it is Seth struggling to bring in his tux, shoes, and other clothes, the smile quickly drops.)
Ryan: Seth, out, now!
Seth: (His voice is whiny.) Oh come on Ryan; please let me get ready in here. I don't want to be upstairs with the girls, and Summer said that if I saw her before she was ready for me to, she'd scoop out my eyes with an ice cream scoop and serve them to me in my next pack of pudding. (He goes over and drops the clothes on the bed before looking up at Ryan who is still only in his boxers.) Dude, have ever heard of indecent exposure!
Ryan: Have you ever heard of knocking before you walked in?
Seth: Marissa ran off dressed, so I figured I'd be safe.
Ryan: It doesn't matter if I'm not dressed when Marissa is with me.
Seth: Well, glad to see things are returning to normal around here, you and Marissa barely able to keep your hands off each other, Summer and I barging in on delicate moments, I've missed these awkward situations the past two weeks!
Ryan: You're still here Seth.
Seth: Yeah, not leaving. I'll just sit over here in your cozy little chair and read some comics while you shower and get dressed. Then I'll shower and get dressed, and once we're both ready, we'll have some Seth/Ryan time and discuss what we should do first with this new boat Mom and Dad got me.
Ryan: Seth, they didn't get you a new boat.
Seth: Ugh, yeah they did, and they're telling me at the party tonight. (Ryan just shakes his head, picks up his suit, and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Seth smiles to himself, and stands up to snoop around the room. After a moment, Ryan yells out from inside of the bathroom.)
Ryan: If I catch you snooping Seth, Summer won't get a chance to scoop out your eyes, because she won't be able to identify your body when I'm through with you.
Seth: Psh, Ryan, please, me, Seth Cohen, snooping, never! (He runs back over to his chair and sits down scared not moving. The scene fades out and goes to black as it ends.)
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