Previously on The O.C. I want you to promise me
you'll not say anything to him. Get out.
I've gotten a hotel room.
You have a week to find somewhere else to live.
If I have to sacrifice our friendship to be with Summer,
I'll do it. So it's war.
I'm worried about how much you're drinking.
I love you. Pull over, and I'll come get you.
( whispers ): Ryan?
( deep voice ): Hey, Ryan. ( gasps )
( laughs softly )
( exhales )
What time is it?
Eh, it's 5:30... ish.
Showing up earlier and earlier.
Yeah, well, we have a lot of ground to cover,
so I figured, since we're both up,
we may as well get a jump on it.
Yeah, I know. We've been over this.
Summer doesn't want you, she doesn't want Zach--
all there is to it.
Good night.
But something occurred to me-- a new wrinkle.
What, the prom? Yeah.
And I have to convince Summer to go with me.
We-- as a couple, Ryan--
must partake in the magical rite of passage known as "the prom."
Ah, you mean people getting drunk, making out,
throwing up on the gym floor?
No, I mean romance, Ryan.
I mean tuxedos, corsages, the limousines.
I don't know, man, I don't see Summer
really buying in to the prom thing.
You're wrong about that-- Summer's been fantasizing
about prom since fifth grade.
How do you know that?
Sat behind her and Marissa in computer class.
Really honed my eavesdropping skills that year.
Point is, Summer's
forever dreamt of going to the prom,
and I, in turn, would dream of going with her.
Well, you need to get that out of your mind.
If it helps at all, I don't think I'm gonna go, either.
Look, just 'cause you saw Trey leaving Marissa's
does not mean they're hooking up.
Yeah? What does it mean?
Maybe he went over to borrow something, like a book.
Or one of her newsboy caps.
Yeah, or maybe they hooked up.
Okay, you're just... married
to the worst possible scenario, huh?
( sighs ): Look, I'm gonna talk to her about it today,
but whatever happened, she seems dead set on keeping it from me.
( phone rings )
It's kind of early for a phone call.
Kind of early for a lot of things. Hello?
Dad? Where... where are you?
Oh, my God.
Okay. Uh, yeah.
We'll be right there. What is it?
My mom got in a car accident-- she's at the hospital.
( piano and acoustic guitar strumming gentle melody )
* California, here we come *
* Right back where we started from *
* California *
* California... *
Oh, honey,
I am so glad you're okay.
I'm so sorry.
We'll get through this.
I promise.
They had to cut it off.
Well,
you were due for an upgrade, anyway.
Mom. You okay?
Oh, I'm fine.
SANDY: The doctor says she
has a concussion, but fortunately,
no internal injuries. What happened?
Talking on the cell phone. Stupid.
Thank God for airbags.
Well, is there anything we can do?
Oh, not a thing.
I'll just probably spend the day on the couch.
Well, under the circumstances,
I'll lift my parental ban on my DVD collection.
What an honor.
It is. You can watch anything you want.
Uh, House of Flying Daggers, Evil Dead II.
If you must, X-Men One and Two, but you got to do One first.
Oh? I kind of... That's sort of the catch. No, Two's better.
I don't know what to tell you, Sandy.
She blew a .08.
Look,
maybe...
maybe I read it wrong.
Maybe it was a .07.
I'm not asking you to do that.
Just promise me you'll get her some help.
So it's an underwater thing?
Yeah, but it turns out that's a lot more work than I thought.
Oh. Do you have any idea
how to make a papier-mГўchГ© octopus?
No. But maybe Ryan could bring you one instead of a corsage.
( groans ): I don't think Ryan's gonna be bringing me anything.
But... you guys are going to the prom together, right?
I wouldn't count on it.
Coop, did I miss something?
'Cause for, like, a blip, you guys actually seemed happy.
It's complicated.
Well, it's you and Ryan-- it's supposed to be.
Can we not talk about this anymore?
Yeah.
Coop, you okay?
Fine. I'm fine.
So everyone's saying you're gonna be voted Prom Queen.
Isn't that, like, your fifth-grade dream coming true?
No. My dream involved an actual date:
a hot guy in a tux with a carnation pinned to his lapel.
Instead, I'm drawing straws between nerd boy and ass clown.
So what are you gonna do, not go?
Exactly. If I go, I have to decide
between Seth and Zach.
Fast forward to prom: there's me standing alone,
while the two of them wrestle on the floor
like two girls in a mud pit. Summ,
I'm building the lost city of Atlantis
out of streamers and tape, you got to at least show up.
Fine. If you work out your mysterious issues
with Ryan, then maybe I'll go.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
So, how is she? Well, the doctor says she'll be fine.
She's resting now.
I... I should've seen this coming.
So she's been hitting the bottle a little hard lately.
It's been a rough couple of weeks for everyone.
Even me.
Okay,
I'll bite.
So, what's the problem?
Sandy, I did not come here to talk about myself.
But as long as we're on the subject,
I could kind of use your advice.
Hey, if this involves you being naked,
please, y-you got to warn me.
It's my prenup. Oh.
Well, it says here, if you and Caleb are married
for a year, you get $3 million at least.
If you have been married for less than a year,
you get nothing.
11 months, 27 days.
Why do you think he's in such a rush to divorce me?
I'm not surprised. He's a wily old guy.
He's a cheap son of a bitch,
who wants to throw me out on the street.
Sandy, please, you've got to find a loophole.
I don't know, Julie, this looks ironclad to me.
All Caleb has to do is file the papers
by Monday with the County Clerk.
Unless you can figure out a way to stop him...
you're out of luck.
( sighs )
Hey.
Cohen.
( sighs ): Dude...
I'm so sorry about the launch.
I had a... Bruce Banner moment.
Yeah. Eh, we're both to blame.
Let's put it behind us. Okay, like it never happened.
Yeah. Okay. I'm going this way.
You think Summer's willing to forget about it?
Sure. If she sees how mature we're being. Right?
Look how much we've grown since the other day.
We're shaking hands, we're using brains instead of brawn.
We're no longer ruled by our Y chromosomes.
No, we're civilized gentlemen, Zach.
We can handle any situation with grace and dignity.
Oh,
here comes our first test.
Summer, hey.
We were both just talking...
Save it, Cohen. Okay.
I'm done listening to your excuses.
Look, Summer, we're really sorry.
Are you willing to forgive us?
Nope. Don't want to forgive you.
But prom is tomorrow night,
and I have wanted to go my whole life.
So I'm not gonna let our demented little threesome
ruin that for me.
So I'm going...
with one of you.
Well, which one of us are you gonna take?
Don't care. I am too pissed off
and tired to choose, so you're gonna decide.
Don't care how, but tomorrow, I will be in front
of my house in a dress, and one of you
will pick me up. Got it? Good.
Oh.
You know, my dress is a magenta color,
so my corsage should be in that general family.
Hm.
Dude, she is totally hanging by a thread.
Yeah, okay, I'll take one for the team-- I'll take her to the prom.
No way. Why do you get to go?
Because, dude, I saw her first.
That doesn't make sense.
Sure it does.
I got a text message from Reed.
She wants to meet us at the diner for lunch?
Dude, the ladies are all over us,
and not in a good way. Okay, listen,
I say we go to the diner, we meet with Reed,
then we deal with this Summer thing later.
All right, one battle at a time.
What is that?
It's the best facility on the West Coast.
You're sending me to rehab?
I'm asking you... to get help.
Nobody needs to know.
We can say you... you're taking a trip.
In this town, a trip is always rehab.
All I care about is you. Then you don't
have to worry about me. I'm done with drinking.
Just like that, huh?
Last night scared me.
You don't just snap your fingers
and make something like this disappear.
Well, you do when you could lose everything.
And last night, I almost did.
Look...
I'm going to the kitchen now,
and I'm gonna pour out every drop in this house.
Are you coming?
Right behind you.
Marissa.
Hey.
Look, I know there's something going on, so just tell me.
Tell you what?
I saw Trey leaving your house last night.
( soft laugh )
It's not what you think.
Yeah? Well, I asked you what happened when I was in Miami,
and you're not talking, so...
I'm taking my best guess.
Which is?
You and Trey?
What, you think we hooked up?
You know what, thanks a lot for the vote
of confidence. Hey, look, you've been
acting strange ever since I got back.
Trey's avoiding me.
What am I supposed to think?
You're supposed to give me a little more credit. Okay, fine.
Tell me.
I didn't hook up with him.
And if you don't believe me, why don't you ask
your brother what happened.
SETH: I understand you're probably
a little bit upset about the launch.
Well, I think one day pretty soon,
we're all gonna have a good laugh about this.
Ha, ha, ha.
I know that day feels far off,
but comedy is just tragedy plus time.
ZACH: Reed, we're really sorry.
We had a huge opportunity and we blew it.
I hope we can make it up to you.
Thank you, Zach.
I was gonna say that.
Look, I hate to give you guys good news,
but, unfortunately, I have some.
George Lucas is interested in Atomic County.
He might want to make it into his next movie.
Oh, my God.
( laughs )
This is incredible.
Oh, my God, it's happening.
We're this decade's, uh, uh, Matt and Ben.
REED: Look, he's coming to town,
and he wants to sit down with you guys.
But here's the deal.
Only one of you can take the meeting.
What? Reed?
Face it: you two can't do anything together
except whine about Summer.
I can't face another debacle.
I can't handle another debacle.
I... no.
One.
Which one of us do you want?
Unfortunately, I am pissed off enough that I don't even care.
But George is coming to town tomorrow night,
so he and I will be at Il Fornaio,
and one of you will be there.
And if either of you utter the name "Summer,"
so help me God...
Dude, this is amazing.
I have to go to that meeting.
Do you realize what this could do for me?
Hold on, buddy. I've been dreaming about meeting Lucas
since I was, like, a fetus.
I thought you wanted to go to prom with Summer.
I think you said that, too.
I think you... yeah, you did.
All right, I...
So one of us takes the meeting, the other one goes to prom.
All right.
Do you have any ideas how to settle this?
( sighs )
No.
Not even one.
How is she?
Well, she's doing all right.
A little rattled.
I hoped she'd be rattled.
Drunk driving at her age?
It's a disgrace.
What Kirsten needs right now is a little support.
If you can't give her that, then show yourself out.
I see you're employing your usual softball approach.
That might be appropriate when your son runs off to Portland,
but this is a tad more serious.
I know how to help my wife.
KIRSTEN: Sandy...
I, uh, I can... I can handle this.
Okay.
I'll be outside.
Behave yourself.
I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
Dad, I know you're worried,
but I'm fine.
See? Couple of sprained fingers.
Not the end of the world.
So, how are things at the office?
You could have been killed.
I learned my lesson. Always eat dinner.
Is that the lesson to be learned here?
I made an error in judgment.
You should be familiar with that.
This is not about me, Kiki.
You have a problem.
And, my God, did you give any thought to your kids?
I am a good mother.
You're also an alcoholic.
Your mother was one, too.
She did her best to hide it, but I always knew.
Why do you think Mom drank the way she did?
Why do you think Hailey left the house at 17?
If this family is screwed up, it's because of you.
I gave you everything you ever wanted!
I may like my Chardonnay, but I am not gonna die alone,
and that's more than I can say for you!
Trey!
Trey, you in there?
Trey, look, it's me.
I know you're avoiding me, but I need to talk to you, so...
do me a favor:
call me back. Bye.
Summer?
What do you want?
We both want to take you to the prom.
Now, I know it feels like deep down
you hate us both equally,
but somewhere, if you look inside yourself,
you've got to hate one of us less.
I've tried choosing.
When Seth went to Portland, I chose Zach.
When Zach went to Italy, I chose Seth.
Somehow, it just doesn't seem to stick.
So I'm done deciding.
I am leaving it up to you guys.
Well, what if we can't decide?
Rock, Paper, Scissors. Flip a coin.
I don't care how you do it.
Bye.
So heads, I go to the prom,
tails, you go?
Okay, fine.
No, wait, wait, wait. Hold on.
No, no changies.
No, I think we should wait.
If we flip the coin right now,
we're both gonna try and get out of whatever we're supposed to do.
But if we wait till right before the prom...
Neither of us will have a chance to back out.
So I'll meet you at your house before the prom?
Fine.
Something tells me you talked to Marissa.
Yeah.
Said she didn't hook up with Trey.
Which is good news, right?
Something happened between them. I know it.
Well, have you tried talking to Trey, seeing what he says?
I went over to his place today. He wasn't there.
And he's not taking my calls.
All right, then your options are "A": you can sit here,
and you can spin conspiracy theories
about Trey and Marissa, or "B": you can believe her.
Now, my personal recommendation...
Let me guess, "B".
Yes, "B", believe her,
and might I add, first of all,
that you have no reason not to.
But if you believe her,
you can put this weird, non-fight behind you guys,
and you can go to prom together.
( chuckles ): I don't really think I'm in the mood to go to prom.
You have to go, and look,
maybe I've seen too many Saved By the Bells,
but if it's taught me anything,
it sure has taught me that prom
is a seminal moment, okay?
It's meant to be shared.
Is this about you and Summer?
No.
Maybe. I don't...
yes, but only because
Summer and I aren't gonna go to our prom
'cause of some stupid fight.
So you should really learn
from the error of my ways. Please?
Somebody really should.
Oh...
Well... is this a booty call?
Not in the least.
I've come for my sleeping pills.
Oh. Well, they're upstairs.
Yeah, I haven't been sleeping very well, either.
This divorce, it's so... ugly.
No, it's not that.
I had an argument with Kirsten, our worst yet.
I just can't stop thinking about it.
Oh, well, I'm just thinking outside the box here,
but you could apologize.
No, couldn't face her. So write her a letter.
Say all the things you're too stubborn to say to her face.
Come on.
We both know you can't stand to fight with her.
Sometimes you surprise me, Juju.
Hang on, I'll get your pills.
CALEB: Orange bottle,
blue and white label.
Little black and white things.
I know.
Just a second.
I could've found them in half the time without my glasses.
Okay, okay. Here.
Now, make sure you only take one.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Wait, Cal, wait.
Would you like to do something tomorrow night?
Maybe get together?
You asking me out on a date?
Is that so odd?
All right, I guess it is.
But just think of it as one last hurrah.
It'll probably be the last night we ever spend together.
Julie, you're not gonna seduce me out of this divorce.
I'm meeting my lawyer tomorrow to finalize the paperwork,
and I'm filing bright and early Monday morning.
So send me the papers. I'll make the marks.
We'll make a party out of it.
( chuckles )
Oh, why not.
Fitting end to a bizarre marriage like ours.
So I'll see you tomorrow?
See you tomorrow.
Hi.
So... I'm sorry I went off on you yesterday.
I was confused.
I get it.
I know I've been kind of all over the map lately, too, so...
No, no. You say nothing happened, and I believe you.
You feel like going to prom?
You mean it?
Yeah. Yeah. ( laughs )
I thought you weren't into PDA at school.
I'm coming around.
Uh-huh.
Morning.
Did you sleep at all last night?
Not a wink.
Listen, I'm an expert
at fighting with your father.
And believe me, every time
you think you've driven him away,
he comes roaring back asking for more.
You couldn't beat him off with a stick.
Oh. But the things I said.
He'll forgive you.
Give it some time.
I guess so.
How about we lay low tonight?
We'll order some take-out.
Maybe watch one of Seth's DVDs.
I should try and talk to my dad.
If we're gonna get through this all by ourselves...
we need to get back on solid ground.
Well, I've never seen House of Flying Daggers.
Scared you.
Jess.
Walk me to class.
I feel like we haven't chatted in a while.
What do you want?
A date for the prom.
You taken?
Yeah. Let me guess.
Marissa Cooper?
It doesn't bother you,
getting your brother's sloppy seconds?
Look, nothing happened between Marissa and Trey, okay?
You're getting your chain yanked, Atwood... bad.
All right, fine. You got the story, I'd love to hear it.
Ask your brother.
Although I don't think he's too anxious to share,
since he took off for Chino last night.
You better not be screwing with me.
Apparently, I'm the only one who's not.
SETH: Okay.
I'm prepared for whatever fate throws my way tonight.
I have a tuxedo pressed, in case I'm going to the prom.
Mine's in the trunk. All right.
And if I am, in fact, meeting with George Lucas...
I have my Boba Fett T-shirt.
Dude, it's a little small.
I got it when I was eight. Hopefully, it'll stretch.
Shall we?
You do the honors. Okay.
Heads, I go to the prom, tails, you.
Great.
Works for me.
Just as I hoped.
Good luck tonight, man.
Yeah. Have fun.
Same to you.
CALEB: Julie.
Just a second.
Uh, I'm coming!
( sighs )
You're early.
I see you've pulled out all the stops.
One last-ditch effort
to stop this divorce from going forward.
God. Paranoid much?
I just wanted one last night with you.
And if you don't believe me... here.
You signed.
Told ya.
So now maybe you can relax.
Have a drink, take a dip, hmm?
Here.
I made it just the way you like it,
on the rocks, plenty of salt.
I think I'll start with a scotch.
Okay. No hurry on the margs.
Scotch it is.
All right.
Ry. Good to see you, man.
Cut the crap, Trey.
You got something you want to tell me?
What do you mean?
About Marissa?
All right.
Fine, let's, uh, take a seat, get a drink.
Uh, two Seven and Sevens.
Uh, one Seven and Seven,
and one just Seven.
When you were in Miami,
Marissa and I, we got drunk together.
And you came on to her.
Man, why do you always assume
that it's my fault?
Because it always is.
Well, anyway,
we were both wasted-- really wasted--
on the beach, and your girl, she can drink,
but she can't hold her liquor.
Look, I'm sorry, Ryan.
She threw herself at me.
I don't believe you.
Look, she and I agreed not to tell you,
because we thought it'd be better if you didn't know.
There's no way.
You swear?
On Mom.
I wouldn't lie to you, Ryan.
Not about this.
Ryan, look...
I got to go.
Man, I'm so sorry. It...
Marissa, hey, it's me.
Um...
I'm not feeling well, so I'm not gonna make prom.
Sorry.
Ryan?
Theresa.
So what are you doing back, huh?
I'm visiting my mom for the weekend.
Believe it or not, I miss it here.
I mean, it might not be paradise, but it's home.
And Atlanta?
It's fine for now.
You know, I, uh, I wrote you all those letters.
I know.
I needed a clean break.
Or you were mad 'cause I left.
I wanted you to leave.
You belong in Newport.
I mean...
Which doesn't explain, why are you back here?
Trey.
He's out of jail?
Yeah, he was crashing with the Cohens for a little while.
Everything was going good, and then...
Oh, let me guess. Trey got into trouble.
He hooked up with Marissa.
Trey says she came on to him.
She says nothing happened. I don't know who to believe.
I do.
Ryan, Trey has been jerking you around your entire life.
I mean... and Marissa.
Has made mistakes.
She would never hurt you like that.
How do you know?
'Cause last year when I needed you, you know,
she, she let you go.
Even though it broke her heart.
They both love you, but of the two of them,
Marissa is the one that you can trust.
Well, this is me.
Oh, is your mom in? I'll say hey.
Yeah, but, um, well, it's getting kind of late.
All right. Let me help you in.
No, it's okay. I got it.
Yeah? Sure?
Yeah.
Okay.
Talk to Marissa, you know.
Make this right.
Yeah, I will.
Okay.
Take care.
Yeah.
Bye.
Hi!
Somebody missed you.
Oh, he looks more and more
like his daddy every day.
( baby whimpers )
I'm glad it's you.
I didn't know what magenta was,
so I got you white.
Perfect.
We're supposed to get our picture taken with the mermaid.
I think it's mandatory for the yearbook.
Okay, um...
Just give me a second, okay?
Okay.
Coop.
Hey. Hey.
Under the O. Sea is awesome.
Thanks.
Where's Ryan?
He couldn't make it. He's sick.
Sick? Too sick to take you to prom?
He better be really sick-- like, dead--
because if he's not, I'm gonna strangle him with his own wifebeater.
It's okay, you know?
I mean, I've got plenty to do anyway.
I'll be okay.
I'll have a seltzer on the rocks
with a twist of lemon.
I'll have the same.
Seltzer on the... George Lucas drinks seltzer.
Every-everything you do, every little detail, to me,
it's just, uh, I don't know, it's fascinating.
You're too kind.
Let me ask you just one question,
and then I promise we'll get into the book.
Um... how did you first come up with the light saber?
I'm sure Mr. Lucas doesn't have time
for such large-scale questions.
Yeah, fine, I'll go smaller.
Did you go to your prom?
Prom?
Oh, my God.
As in prom?
Just, uh, it's a personal thing,
and I was kind of wondering if you went to yours.
It'd really help me out.
Well, actually, I didn't.
I spent my time being creative,
drawing Ewoks, Jar-Jar Binks.
Good to know. If George Lucas can skip his prom, I can skip mine.
No, now, wait a minute.
I do regret not going to my prom.
Really? Because it's, like, a seminal moment?
Exactly.
Mr. Lucas, I am so sorry. We can get back to the point now.
No, no, no, wait. It'd be good for me to talk about this.
The prom is a great American tradition.
It's important to experience
the things of being a teenager
when you're a teenager.
When I went off and made my film American Graffiti,
I'd never had the experience of a prom,
and I had to make a movie about it.
I felt hopelessly inadequate
without having really done it myself.
Not having been part of that pivotal moment in teenage life,
uh, I felt very sad and alone.
( phone vibrates )
You're buzzing.
Oh, yeah, Reed's sending me text messages.
I don't have to check them, though.
Go ahead.
Okay.
Oh, God, she's saying George Lucas has checked out.
God, Seth is totally ignoring the talking points.
He-he always...
I-I'm sorry.
It's okay.
No, it's not.
This is ridiculous.
I'm here with you at prom,
just like I wanted.
If you have to talk yourself into this,
it probably means you shouldn't be here.
I'm your date.
Even though you didn't want me to be.
I did want you to be.
No.
You didn't.
I saw your face when I got out of the limo.
And I saw yours.
You want to be there, talking about your comic book with Reed.
Look, my prom fantasy,
it didn't quite happen, but...
you've been dreaming about this comic book your whole life.
This is your shot.
You should go.
I can't abandon you.
I did it to you.
Good point.
Go.
Save Cohen from himself.
So, we ended up, well, we flipped a coin.
You flipped a coin?
Yeah, and, you know, I know it sounds crazy,
but at the time...
Will you excuse me for one second? I'll be right back.
Hey. You didn't have to come here.
Look, we need to settle this thing once and for all.
And I think for the first time,
you and I both know where we need to be.
You want the comic book.
And you want Summer.
All right.
Now, you don't have much time, so take this.
All right.
Wow, thanks, man.
So, movie time.
Now, Seth recommends Shaun of the Dead.
He says it's a very funny, romantic zombie comedy.
Actually, I'm pretty wiped out.
I'm gonna go soak in a hot bath.
( doorbell rings ) The food's here.
I'll wait then.
I can take a bath later.
You know what?
Go ahead. We can heat the food up when you're done.
Oh, thanks.
Hey.
You know what? I don't have my wallet.
Hang on a second.
Let me grab some cash.
Mm...
( laughs )
So...
You about ready for this marg?
Why not?
You know...
I've never been in this pool before.
No, you're more of a land shark.
( chuckles )
We should have done this
sort of thing more.
Enjoyed each other more.
Well, we had our moments.
I suppose this calls for a toast.
You know, I-I really did love you, Juju.
Ooh. Past tense.
That stings.
Sorry. Grammatical error.
To us.
Wait, stop!
What?
I didn't put lime in your drink.
Let me make you a new one.
There's no need.
Well, looks like we're both flying solo on prom night.
Why, what happened to Zach?
Oh, he went to go save the comic book.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
So, prom was a letdown.
You know, but I bet it is for everybody.
It's like New Year's.
Well, we could always go back to your house.
Yeah.
Curl up with Princess Sparkle,
watch the season one of The Valley on DVD.
Ooh, that sounds perfect. Yeah.
Come on. All right.
ANNOUNCER: All right, it's the moment we've all been waiting for.
It's time to announce Harbor School's prom king and queen.
( applause and cheering )
And your prom queen tonight...
Summer Roberts.
Summer, come on up here.
Oh, no.
Get me out of here.
And your prom king...
Zach Stevens.
( applause )
I'm making a run for it.
Now, if the king and queen could join me onstage,
they'll kick off your spotlight dance.
Here's the queen. We found her.
We're halfway there.
Summer Roberts, come on up here.
( applause )
Zach Stevens, we're waiting.
No one's coming.
Hey. Cohen.
Sorry I'm late. I was caught in traffic.
I'm onstage.
You're not Zach Stevens!
No, I'm not.
Get off the stage, geek!
I think you should step down.
You're not the prom king.
Seth Cohen's a tool!
Okay. I know I'm not who you all imagined
as prom king...
seeing as how I'm not who any of you actually voted for.
But she's the queen, and I love her.
So I guess that that makes me king.
Cohen... No, I'm just a guy standing next to you.
You're the queen, all right?
I'm the jester perhaps, if that works.
So let me ask you this, Your Highness...
What can I do to make it up to you?
Well, you... Uh.
Well... ( chuckles )
you can start by dancing with me.
ALL: Aww...
MAN: But he's a tool!
( slow dance music plays )
Marissa.
Ryan.
Sorry I missed prom.
You're just in time.
( ice rattling )
( ice clinks in glass )
( grunts )
( weakly ): Julie...
Julie!
( grunting )
( coughs, gurgles )
Cal?
( screams ): Cal!
Oh, that moo shu smells great.
What are we gonna do about you?
I found your stash.
It's just in case.
And I trusted you.
I believed you when you said you were done.
Sandy, I'm doing this my own way.
How?
By sneaking around?
By lying to me?
I just don't want you to baby-sit me,
like I'm some wayward child.
Well, maybe that's exactly what you need.
Right now, I feel more like your dad
than I feel like your husband.
( telephone rings )
Hello.
What?
Julie?
Huh?
Wait-wait-wait, calm down.
Say that again.
Oh, my God.
I understand.
Of course.
It's about your father.
What is it?
He's all right, isn't he?
He's dead.
I am so sorry.