The third scene opens in the car. Marissa has the Range Rover for the afternoon because she had to pick Hayley up from the airport and it would be easier to load the luggage that came with her into it. Although not all of it was sent yet, there was still a good deal to take back to the apartment. The two women are sitting in the front, talking like old friends. It is late Friday afternoon and they are headed back to the apartment.
Marissa: It's your first night in LA, back home in California, so you get to pick what we have for dinner.
Hayley: You're not going out of your way for me. We can just order take out or something.
Marissa: (She laughs.) Hayley, trust me, it's no big deal. I cook almost every night. I enjoy doing it, so quit being so self deprecating and just tell me what you want to eat.
Hayley: Honestly, these new meds I'm on leave me with little or no appetite. Why don't you just make something that you and Ryan both like? I'm sure it will be fine, and I'll have a little bit of that.
Marissa: You're eating a full meal, (Hayley goes to object.) no objections. Come on, you know how important it is to keep yourself as healthy as possible and skipping meals is not going to help your condition.
Hayley: Fine! (She pauses for a moment.) I pity your kids someday, do you know that? You're going to be the most attentive mother. They won't be able to get anything past you. (She laughs, but stops when she notices that Marissa's happy expression that was previously gracing her face has been replaced with a depressed and tearful one. Hesitantly, she puts a hand out to get her attention and offer some sympathy.) Hey, what's wrong; what did I say wrong?
Marissa: You didn't say anything wrong. I've just been pretty emotional lately. (She pauses for a second noticing that Hayley is clearly confused.) To make a long story short, before I was attacked, Ryan and I weren't necessarily trying to have a baby but we weren't doing anything to prevent it either, but once they came after us he became distant and standoffish. It was because he was afraid to be with me, afraid to conceive a child when our lives were in such chaos, so we decided to start taking precautions, but it's been months and they still haven't caught Dan and who knows when they will. I just want to go back to how we were before they tried to ruin our lives.
Hayley: You want to have a baby?
Marissa: (She sniffles and fights back tears, wiping away the ones that have already fallen.) Yeah. (Hayley looks shocked and doesn't respond.) I know it sounds weird, I mean, we're 21, and, in the beginning, Ryan had to convince me that this was a good idea, to have kids early. I always thought I'd have them when I was much older with a steady career and money saved in the bank, but I don't care about all of that anymore. I want to have Ryan's child. I want us to make a family of our own. Plus, (She laughs trying to lighten the mood.) we want a lot of children, so we should start having them now, and making them just might be the best part. (Hayley smiles at her and squeezes her hand to show that she is sympathetic. After a moment, she speaks up rather excited.)
Hayley: Wait…let's think about this. Your overly emotional, one could say having mood swings, … (Marissa interrupts her.)
Marissa: I don't have PMS.
Hayley: That's not what I'm going towards. So, your emotional, you said on the phone Monday that you've been hot lately which could be hot flashes, do you think you could be pregnant?
Marissa: No. (She thinks for just a split second and then shakes her head negatively as she reiterates her first stance on the question.) No, there's no way. I can't be pregnant. I mean, we use condoms.
Hayley: Are you on birth control?
Marissa: No, I refuse to use it. It's just not natural to shut your body down like that. There is no way I'm going to take the risk it won't start back up again.
Hayley: Okay, makes sense, I guess. (She frowns as it is obvious that she never thought about it like that.) Are you sure you guys used a condom every time?
Marissa: Yes.
Hayley: Even up against the fridge?
Marissa: I'm sure. We've been really careful when it came to that. And I know they're not always 100 full proof, Seth and Summer are verification of that fact, but I'd know if I were pregnant, I'd sense it, and I'm not.
Hayley: Do you think you should stop and get a test anyway just to be sure?
Marissa: (She sighs.) No, like I said, I know I'm not pregnant. (She smiles sadly.) It would be amazing, but I'm not.
Hayley: (She squeezes her hand again.) Soon though, soon, I just know it. (The two women smile at one another. Making an effort to improve her mood and change the subject, she brings up a much more pleasant and entertaining topic.) So what exactly happened Monday night after you so rudely hung up on me. Ryan walked in after hearing you confess just how much you enjoy having sex with him….oh wait, excuse me, making love, (She says this in a mock tone to imply that she's making fun of them but really she's just teasing.) to find you cooking dinner in just a bra and shorts. Did your fridge see some action as well?
Marissa: No, it did not. (Hayley just looks at her with wide eyes and nods her head to show that she wants her to continue.) We merely cooked dinner together, of course flirting the entire time, but nothing overtly sexual, then we ate dinner, lounged around the living room together just talking and catching up, and then went to bed.
Hayley: That's it? You're not leaving anything out in this story?
Marissa: No, I'm just not giving details about how we went to bed. (Hayley laughs.)
Hayley: I knew it! I knew you guys wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of each other a whole night in an apartment by yourselves.
Marissa: Oh trust me, we don't go a whole night even when there are other people in the apartment with us, but don't worry, I have it covered for this weekend.
Hayley: (She laughs.) I remember and Sunday afternoon, you're sharing all. (Both girls laugh together as the camera fades out on them and goes to Ryan's office where he is just finishing up work for the week. As he's packing up his briefcase, his boss knocks on the door and enters when Ryan looks up and acknowledges him.)
Ryan: Mr. Walsh, what can I do for you?
Jeff: How many times do I have to tell you Ryan, please, call me Jeff. (Ryan nods his head and smiles weakly.) And there's nothing that you can do for me this weekend except enjoy yourself and don't get too smashed over the holiday; we don't want you hung over on Tuesday when you come back. (Ryan laughs.)
Ryan: That I can guarantee you won't happen.
Jeff: Aw, Marissa controls how much you drink, too?
Ryan: No, I do, and I don't drink that much. Never have. Plus, we're going to a family picnic, so I doubt there will be any alcohol there.
Jeff: (He laughs.) I have to admit that you're one in a million Ryan. There are not many 21 year olds out there like you.
Ryan: (Joking back with him as he picks up his packed briefcase and holds it against his side.) I take that was a compliment?
Jeff: (He laughs again.) Most definitely. Are you heading out?
Ryan: Yeah, I just finished my last bit of work and I was going home, why?
Jeff: No reason, I'll walk you out while we talk. I was heading home myself.
Ryan: (They leave his office. After Ryan shuts the door behind them, they walk to the lifts talking amicably. When Ryan speaks up again however, the nervousness can be heard in his voice.) So, what did you need to talk to me about?
Jeff: Calm down. (He laughs.) Kid you are seriously wired way too tight. Do you ever relax? (Because they're walking, Jeff cannot see Ryan's face, but if he could, he would know instantly what he was thinking about. Ryan is smiling widely and has a lazy, pleasure filled expression on his face while he blushes slightly.)
Ryan: Yeah, I relax.
Jeff: Glad to hear, but anyway, let me get to the point of this conversation. I wanted to check with you about Vegas, make sure you'll still be able to go and to see if Marissa will be coming with you.
Ryan: Yes and Yes. (His voice shows enthusiasm.) Just tell us when and where and we'll be there.
Jeff: It sounds as if you're excited about going?
Ryan: (His face reddens some as they step unto the elevator and he presses the ground floor button.) We are. (His boss just looks at him curiously wondering why they are so excited to go to Vegas.) It's just nice to get away just the two of us sometimes.
Jeff: (He laughs as Ryan's face reddens some more.) Oh, I understand. Maybe I'll be able to pull some strings for you to ensure that you have a really nice room.
Ryan: (His response is hasty as he tries to stop his boss from doing him an unnecessary favors.) You don't have to do that….
Jeff: Are you kidding me? After my wife met Marissa, she wouldn't speak to me for a month if I didn't make sure you two kids were as comfortable as possible.
Ryan: Well….thanks. I'm sure whatever you get us will be great.
Jeff: (He smirks at him.) It will. (After a moment's pause, he continues.) So anyway, how does the first weekend in August sound?
Ryan: (The get off of the lift and walk outside together.) Great, I think, but I'll check with Marissa this weekend and give you our final answer on Tuesday.
Jeff: No rush. (He stops at a car parked outside of the building.) Well I stop here, privileged parking, but I assume you're off to the parking garage?
Ryan: (He laughs.) Yes, I am. (Jeff puts his hand out and Ryan shakes it.)
Jeff: Have a nice long weekend, Ryan.
Ryan: You too. (With that he walks away from his boss as Jeff climbs in his car and pulls out. The camera leaves them and goes to Newport. It is later in the evening and Seth, Summer, Sandy, and Kirsten are all sitting around one of the patio tables after dinner just talking and enjoying each others company. Zoe, the little fish she is, is in the pool swimming as the adults all watch her closely. Kirsten and Sandy are just sitting in their chairs normally, but Summer is reclined in hers with her feet up in Seth's lap and his in hers. It is a peaceful atmosphere and the talk flows easily.)
Sandy: So tell me again why you two took it upon yourselves to invite Luke Ward to the picnic this weekend? (Seth and Summer laugh before they can speak.)
Seth: Let's just say that after Zoe's birthday party, we wanted to make sure that Ryan and Marissa had another awkward meal. It's just too much fun to pass up, and who better than to make a situation awkward than Luke, the king of putting his foot in his mouth.
Kirsten: (She playfully teases him.) I think that's you, Seth.
Seth: Alright, fine, but he's the king of saying inappropriately rude things. It's like the guy does not have any self control or censorship. He does not think before he opens his mouth. (Sandy, Kirsten, and Summer all try to hold in their laughter, because for once Seth is being serious, but they can't, and they all explode in loud guffaws.) What! (He looks around at them confused as to what's so funny and is slightly defensive.)
Summer: Cohen, do you not see that what you said about Luke is exactly what we all say about you when people ask why you say the things you do?
Seth: I'm not that bad! (Summer eyes him as if asking, you're not.) Oh my god, I'm another Luke! (He ponders this for a minute before continuing.) Why didn't you guys ever say anything?
Sandy: Oh son, we've tried, but seriously, when do you ever stop taking yourself long enough to listen to what anyone else says? (He chuckles at his own comment and Summer and Kirsten join in.)
Seth: Well this is just great! So not only am I a geek but now I find out I'm an ass, too!
Summer: (She playfully rubs his leg.) Aw, Cohen, we still love you anyway.
Seth: (Mumbling) Yeah, like you love Luke. If he's a big dumb golden retriever, what does that make me, a yipping, obnoxious poodle?
Summer: If the paw fits…. (Seth looks up bewildered at what she said while Sandy and Kirsten break out into snickers.)
Seth: (He goes to stand up.) That's it; I'm not taking this abuse any longer. If any of you need a whipping boy to make fun of later, I'll be drowning my sorrows in pudding in the kitchen. (Although he tries to get up, Summer doesn't let him, pushing him back and down and forcefully holding him in his chair with her legs.)
Kirsten: Okay Seth, we'll stop. (She pauses to think for a moment.) So what exactly do you want Luke to do to Ryan and Marissa?
Summer: We already told him about how whipped Ryan is.
Seth: And how hot Marissa is…
Summer: Cohen!
Seth: (He's totally oblivious to what he said wrong.) What? (Sandy laughs while Kirsten looks on sympathetically.)
Sandy: Oh you're in for it now, son. (Seth just continues to look around at the other three adults with a confused expression on his face.)
Summer: So now you think that Marissa's hot? What next Cohen, are you going to hit on here?
Seth: What….no, I'm not interested in Marissa. That would be just….wrong. I mean, she's had sex with Ryan….everywhere! And I'm not even attracted to her. Sure, she's hot, I mean come on Summer, even you can see that, but her and I…as an us, NEVER! (By the end of his ramble, once again, all three of the other adults are laughing. This just annoys Seth.) I'm glad to see how much what I said meant to you, Summer.
Summer: Cohen, I'm sorry, but the abject horror in your eyes at the thought of sleeping with Ryan's girlfriend was too funny not to laugh at.
Sandy: Anyway, changing the subject to something a little bit safer, are you guys hoping that Luke hits on Marissa?
Seth: You know he will.
Summer: And you know how well Ryan will take that.
Seth: We're expecting a good old fashion Ryan and Luke knock down, drag out fight with a couple bloodied lips, shiners, and, who knows, maybe even a cracked rib or two.
Kirsten: Seth! I cannot believe you would want that to happen to Ryan!
Seth: Are you kidding me? Hell no. Our goal is to have Luke attack Ryan, which we'll make sure Marissa sees, and then she'll beat the living day lights out of him. (Sandy starts laughing.)
Sandy: Luke Ward beat up by the pocket-sized Purple Patch Princess, (Seth smiles and nods his head at him agreeing with the use of her comic book alter ego's name.) that is something I would pay money to see.
Kirsten: Sandy!
Sandy: Oh honey, come on, you know that I like Luke, (Seth shoots his head up at him and looks at him as if he's gone insane.) you know like a person likes a cold shower to shock the system, (Summer and Seth laugh quietly at this while he continues and Kirsten tries to glare, unsuccessfully.) but you have to admit that seeing him get taken down a few pegs would be nice.
Kirsten: (She turns away from him on purpose and changing the subject.) So where is Luke living these days?
Summer: Still in Portland. I guess he likes it up there.
Seth: Even without the water polo. (Summer rolls her eyes.) He took over his Dad's dealership there so his Dad could come back to California to be closer to his younger brothers.
Kirsten: Oh, where is Carson living now? Surely he's not back in Newport because I haven't heard anything.
Seth: And we all know how you Newpsies gossip. (Kirsten shoots him a glare and Summer takes over to avoid a mother/son battle.)
Summer: He's living down in Sand Diego.
Kirsten: And Zach and Branning are coming, too?
Summer: Yep.
Sandy: (Everyone is silent for a moment until Sandy speaks up.) You know, this might be an excellent opportunity to play matchmaker.
Seth: Yeah, we already tried that. Zach's straight, and, despite the Speedos and shaving his chest, Luke is, too.
Sandy: (He looks at his son confused.) What?
Summer: (She kicks Seth lightly and glares at him.) Nothing, who did you want to set up, Sandy?
Sandy: You guys remember Sherry, right?
Seth: How could we forget?
Sandy: Well, she's coming to the party as well.
Summer: Isn't she dating Jimmy?
Kirsten: No, definitely not. She's actually just a couple years older than you guys, so it would be like Jimmy was dating his daughter.
Seth: It worked for Gramps.
Sandy: That's debatable. (Kirsten rolls her eyes at him.)
Summer: (Summer is thinking about this now herself, because she, too, enjoys a little matchmaking challenge.) Who do you have in mind for her, Zach or Luke?
Sandy: Really doesn't matter; whoever she hits it off with the best, I guess.
Kirsten: Sandy maybe she doesn't want to be dating right now, and Luke, I don't think he'll ever want to settle down in a monogamous relationship.
Sandy: Stranger things have happened.
Seth: Like what?
Summer: So then we'll try Zach first. He might not be too smooth with the ladies, as I should know, but we can help him.
Sandy: That's the spirit Summer, so you and I will handle this together. It can be our little project.
Seth: (His voice has a whiny edge to it.) What about me?
Kirsten: I think it's better if you stay out of it. We all know how well you handled your own social life before Ryan got here; I don't think Luke or Zach need that kind of help. (Sandy and Summer both laugh.)
Sandy: Good point honey.
Seth: Hey, that was a long time ago! I think I've gotten much better since then!
Summer: Oh really, and where exactly have you been practicing these pick up skills, Cohen!
Seth: What….I…..who…..no, I didn't, what? (He frantically looks around at the other three people seated with him and tries to get some help in explaining himself, but just falters and has nothing to say. After a few agonizing moments for Seth, the adults all start to laugh and stand up to clear the table and get Zoe out of the pool since it is almost dark. The camera pans away from the happy family scene and goes to the apartment where Ryan, Marissa, and Hayley have just finished their dinner and are quietly sitting around the table talking and enjoying each others company as well. As they talk, Hayley quickly becomes tired and, after a while, Marissa notices her depleted energy and calls it a night.)
Ryan: So Hayley, where are you thinking about living now that you're back?
Hayley: Initially Marissa and I talked about Newport, with either Sandy and Kirsten or my Dad, but so far the medicine seems to helping and, at least for a while, I'd like to try to keep living on my own, perhaps stay in the city.
Marissa: (She smiles and becomes excited.) We should see if there are any apartments available in the building, that way you could be close in case you needed any of us, you could come up here for dinner every night so that I can make sure that you eat right, and we'd be able to hang out all the time.
Ryan: Plus, it'd save a lot of money on the phone bill. (Marissa turns to Ryan and mock glares at him which makes both he and Hayley laugh.) Oh come on, Marissa, we both know how much this past month you two have been talking on the phone. You've been practically inseparable.
Hayley: (talks in a playful tone.) Aw, is Ryan jealous? Was I taking away from his quality time with his girlfriend?
Ryan: (Ryan and Marissa exchange knowing glances and then both turn back to Hayley as he replies.) That's not what I meant, Hayley, and you know it. I think it's great that you two get along so well. It will just be nice not having to worry about international fees.
Marissa: (Underneath the table so that Hayley can't see them, she squeezes his leg teasingly.) You know, Ryan, there are other advantages to this idea as well. We could always send Seth and Summer down to Hayley's when we wanted some peace and quiet. She could be their babysitter for us. (Hayley and Ryan both laugh, but she stops as she sees Ryan smile and realizes that they are serious.)
Hayley: Hey, no, I don't think so! Seth might be alright to talk to on the phone or on the internet, but both he and Summer, at the same time, without a buffer, live in person, you've got to be kidding me!
Ryan: It's not that bad. We live with them; you can spend a couple hours a week with them.
Hayley: Hey, your living with them was voluntary. This is being forced onto me and…I'm sick. It would be bad for my health. (Ryan and Marissa laugh before continuing the conversation.)
Marissa: Well that's not going to last that much longer. In less than a year, we'll be out on our own, looking for our first house, probably closer to Newport, starting our family, saving up for our dream home, just the two of us. (Marissa moves closer to Ryan.)
Ryan: And we'll have all the privacy in the world with no one to interrupt us or poke into our business, not to mention that Marissa can walk around nude… (She playfully smacks his arms and smirks at him shaking her head no.) if she wants to.
Marissa: Which will be a no!
Ryan: Scantily clad? (She negates by shaking her head.) Half dressed? (This time she just looks at him as if he knows better.) Can I at least use my imagination?
Marissa: (After leaning even closer and kissing his cheek, she whispers to him.) Always. (Suddenly, Hayley yawning loudly while nodding off startles them out of their little flirting session and Marissa jumps into action. She stands up, completely forgetting what she was doing before and goes to Hayley's side, helping her stand up and leading her towards Seth and Summer's room.) I'll be back in a couple of minutes. I'm just going to help her get ready for bed. Would you clean up (She motions towards the table and the dishes on it.) while you're waiting for me? (He nods his head to agree and she disappears with Hayley into the room while Ryan stands up and goes about cleaning off the table. The camera pans away from them and goes to Seth and Summer who are alone now and on his boat. They are idling in the middle of the harbor, just sitting in each others arms and watching the stars as they talk quietly, enjoying the peace and solitude with each other.)
Seth: Are you thirsty or hungery; I brought snacks?
Summer: (She laughs.) Your customary juice boxes, goldfish, and kudos?
Seth: Are there any other snacks…well besides pudding, but that would require spoons and we don't have any silverware, and I didn't think you would suck the pudding out of the cup like I do when I get desperate.
Summer: You were right, I wouldn't.
Seth: So, do you want….
Summer: (She interrupts him softly with her voice and by placing a gentle hand on his arm and rubbing it softly.) I'm fine Cohen, perfectly fine just where I am. I don't want you to move to get me some silly snacks.
Seth: Are you sure, not even a drink?
Summer: Cohen!
Seth: Alright, alright, I get it. (They are both quiet for a moment, but Seth can never stay like that for long.) Not that I'm complaining here, but I can't believe you suggested this. You never want to go sailing with me.
Summer: I just wanted to spend some time with you…alone. I mean, we're always with your family, and that's great, too, but sometimes it should just be us.
Seth: And that's it, nothing's wrong?
Summer: Nothing's wrong….
Seth: But, there is something on your mind.
Summer: I guess….I don't know.
Seth: Well, right now's the perfect opportunity to talk. It's just you, me, and fish, and we both know that they're not talking. Me, I can't promise anything, but I'll try not to spill whatever it is that you may or may not want to talk to me about. I might not have the best track record when it comes to keeping secrets, but I can honestly say that I'm trying to get better; it's just a very long and very slow process, but someday….
Summer: (She interrupts him by yelling.) Cohen!
Seth: Hm?
Summer: I get it, okay, can you please shut up now so that I can get a word in edge wise. Remember this was my suggestion to come sailing because I have the problem which means, I get to talk.
Seth: Right, of course, what is that you want to say? I'm all ears….well, not really, I have other features, very good looking ones I happen to think, but you know the saying. (She turns around and glares at him making him stop talking. After a moment's silence, she begins to speak.)
Summer: Thank you. It's about Ryan and Marissa. Have they seemed….different to you recently, like they have some big secret and they're afraid that if they talk too much they'll let it spill?
Seth: I don't know. I never really thought about it. Ryan's never Mr. Talkative and, although Marissa has her moments, she usually lets me dominate the conversations, so, no, I haven't noticed anything off or different.
Summer: Like she has a choice about you dominating the conversation!
Seth: I've heard her yell before; she could over power my voice. (Summer laughs before shuddering.)
Summer: Yeah, except those screams did not come from talking.
Seth: (Now it is his turn to shudder and appear as if he is going to be sick.) True.
Summer: You don't think that something's wrong, do you? They're not sick or mad or…
Seth: Pregnant?
Summer: How did you know that's what I was thinking?
Seth: I'm supposed to know; I'm your fiancé, right? (He looks at her seriously but laughs after a second and she shakes her head to agree with him, but the mood is playful and fun and it appears as if they are joking around with each other. After a moment, she returns them to the previous conversation.)
Summer: So, what do you think?
Seth: (He thinks for a moment.) You know, I don't think she is. I mean, obviously, she's not showing, so if she was pregnant, she just found out and they've been somewhat quiet for about a month now. I haven't noticed any weird cravings, mood swings, strange cleaning habits, or sickness.
Summer: That's true. (They both sit and think again as silence takes over the little boat.) You know it all started back around the time when I thought you were having a secret affair but it turned out you were just talking to Hayley.
Seth: You don't think they lied about Hayley, do you? I mean, what if something is seriously wrong with her?
Summer: What exactly did they say?
Seth: All Marissa told me was that she was sick, but that she was getting help and she was on medicine and that there was nothing I could do for her, that worrying and stressing her out would not help, and that she would tell me when she was ready to.
Summer: So you don't even know what she has?
Seth: No.
Summer: Just ask Hayley then the next time she calls.
Seth: That's just it; she hasn't really been calling as much since I got her in touch with Marissa. We just talk about once a week now and mainly it's only on the internet.
Summer: I'm sure it's nothing, but, just in case, we'll talk to Ryan and Marissa on Sunday during the picnic. You're probably just overreacting. Hayley's probably just busy with work.
Seth: You're probably right. They're probably knee deep in designing the spring/summer 2007 line to present in September.
Summer: (Her voice shows shock and delight.) Cohen, I can't believe you knew that! Maybe you reading In Style wasn't such a bad idea! (After quickly kissing him on the cheek, she leans back into him and they both smile.)
Seth: Just keeping you on your toes my dainty dahlia. (As the camera pans away from them, Summer shakes her head at his corniness, but does not say anything else. It goes to the roof of their apartment building next where Marissa is leading a protesting Ryan out of the building and onto the top of the structure.)
Ryan: Marissa, what are we doing on the roof?
Marissa: There are several reasons.
Ryan: Okay, but are any of them more important than the fact that I don't do heights?
Marissa: They all are. Besides, you don't have to look down….just out at the city. The lights up here are amazing! (The camera pans out and scans the city and it indeed is a magnificent view from the top of their building, but as she looks at it, he watches her.)
Ryan: I have something better to look at it, but I can do that inside our apartment, too. (She starts moving again until they round a corner and come across a ready made bed of comfortable blankets and pillows.) What is this for? (He smiles and turns to her while she just smirks back at him.)
Marissa: What do you think?
Ryan: Well I hope it doesn't mean we're sleeping up here tonight.
Marissa: Depends upon how you define sleeping.
Ryan: Eyes closed, resting.
Marissa: Yeah, we're definitely not resting and I prefer to do this with our eyes open.
Ryan: (Laughing, he pulls her into his arms and wraps them tightly around her waist drawing her as close to him as possible.) Me, too. (Softly, he leans in and kisses her nose making her giggle.) So, what inspired this?
Marissa: Two things: one, I didn't really want to disturb Hayley; she needs her sleep, and two, I thought it would be a romantic adventure for us, something else to add to our list. (This time he leans in and kisses her mouth, but only for a moment and then pulls away quickly much to her chagrin.)
Ryan: It is pretty romantic.
Marissa: Thank you. (She tries to kiss him, but he pulls away from her.) Are we going to spend all night talking about this or are we going to do something?
Ryan: (He laughs.) Aren't we impatient?
Marissa: Well, I've known about this for days, so the anticipation is much higher for me at the moment. (He leans in and kisses her once again on the mouth, letting her encircle her arms around his neck to take him even deeper into the kiss as the embrace lengthens in time and intensifies in passion. Once again, he's the one to break away.)
Ryan: I highly doubt that. (Because she thinks that he is about to start another talking session, she goes to speak to hurry the process up, but is pleasantly surprised when he picks her up and holds her in his arms as he kisses her once again, cutting off the words she was about to say before she spoke and making her giggle. Setting her gently down on the pillows and blankets, he draws one up over them and speaks once more.) Just because you might be into exhibitionism, doesn't mean I want any pilots flying over to see any of you that is reserved for only my eyes. (She laughs once again as the drawn blanket covers both of their heads and they quickly toss their clothes outside of it while they continue to kiss, touch, caress, and pleasure each other underneath the blanket so no one can see. The camera fades away from them and the scene ends.)
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