Previously on The O.C...
Do you have another shirt I can borrow?
I've had just about enough out of you.
That's too bad 'cause I'm just getting started.
You almost kissed Cohen?
It was not an almost kiss.
It was a nose graze.
I just talked to the guy at Wildstorm.
I set up a meeting. We're going to San Diego.
Sandy, I've got a couple of strokes
Rebecca Bloom
- You're still in love with her. - She's dead.
How'd she take the news about my return?
I haven't told her yet.
I don't want her to be considered an accomplice.
Sandy, is that you?
Rebecca?
Ryan, I had no idea you felt this way.
Don't look at me, they were here when I came in.
Hey, you do realize Valentine's Day is tomorrow, right?
Yeah, well, we're starting a little earlier this year.
Your mother deserves an extra long holiday
with your grandfather in the hospital.
And with you burning the midnight oil as much as you have.
Why don't you guys give me a hand, huh?
The rest of the flowers are out in the car.
You've got more flowers?
There's such a thing as overkill.
Man, your parents are pretty hard core about Valentine's Day.
I just hope I survive this hateful holiday.
Mm, still broken up over the Alex breakup?
Nope, it's emotional child's play compared to what we're dealing with now, Ryan.
Summer's back.
Yeah, and I don't want it to be, believe me.
But apparently the universe has other plans for us.
The universe is involved now.
Why else would I be forced to go to San Diego with her on the one-year anniversary
of our sexual tête-à-tête or pas de deux, if you will.
As long as it's not a menage a trois,
since you will be going to San Diego with Zach, her boyfriend.
Yeah, and my friend.
Dude, I don't want to go to San Diego, okay?
I don't want to go anywhere near Summer.
Yeah, but the, uh, the universe.
Yeah, exactly.
Well, shouldn't be a problem for you.
I mean, you and Summer been friends for a while now, right?
Yes, and I'd be a little more confident about my chances of cheating fate and
not cheating, if Summer and I hadn't made out.
You guys made out?
No. But our noses grazed
and it was like the most sexually-charged nose graze
in the history of nose grazes.
It's essentially nose humping is what it is.
So what am I going to do?
I'm going to tell you what you're going to do.
You're going to go down to San Diego
with your friend Summer and her boyfriend-- your friend-- Zach,
and you're going to keep it in yourtrousers, all right? Nothing can happen, got it?
Yeah
- I have no heart, I hate Valentine's Day. - And that's why you're my son.
What about you, Ryan? You have anything lined up for Lindsay?
Uh, no, Lindsay and I are taking a break. She's getting to know her dad.
So for Valentine's Day you're getting Lindsay grandpa.
Yeah. That's bad, right?
Dad, step in here, help a brother out.
This guy's got mad Valentine's Day skills, bitch.
Word, son. I hope I've learned something after 20 years with your dear mother.
That's right, it's her favorite holiday
Yeah, which means she's probably gearing up for the Cupid routine right now
Here's my Valentine.
Looks like I'm not the only one at odds with the universe.
Traduction: Xavier Synchro vo : OxYPuR / Scidou
I think I know what this is about
and I can explain.
You lied to me, Sandy.
- No, I didn't lie. - You told me Rebecca was dead.
When I told you that, I thought she was.
I went to your office last night and she was standing there.
Oh. You saw her.
And then I came home, you and I had dinner
and nothing, you didn't say a word.
She's accused of a very serious crime.
Anything I would tell you about her could make you an accessory.
Don't try to get off on a technicality.
This is about our marriage. You and I come first.
I did what I thought I had to do.
She's innocent. And she's my client.
She's not just your client.
You were in love with her. Don't pretend this isn't complicated for you.
You're damn right it's complicated.
Look...
There's nothing going on between us.
Please, let's not fight. Tomorrow's Valentine's Day.
Happy day before Valentine's Day.
Okay...
Uh, you said that we should take a break.
In relationship speak, they call this mixed signals.
I know, but it didn't really occur to me at the time that Valentine's Day was coming up.
You don't want to be alone on Valentine's Day.
Aw, you are such a girl.
So what do you think?
You want to take some time off from taking time off?
Sure.
- If... you do something for me. - Yeah, name it. Anything.
- Apologize to Caleb. - Except that.
I'm not saying it's your fault.
I'm just going to be spending time over there while he's recuperating
and if you two are at each other's throats, it's going to be really uncomfortable for everyone.
So if I apologize, I get to take you out for Valentine's Day?
Me and Cal. Happy to do it.
Zach?
Hey, Cohen, you're early.
Yeah, I just wanted to, um,
stop by and check in before Zach got here and sort of touch base.
Something you want to talk about?
- Huh? - What?
You came here.
Yeah, no, I know.
I, uh... I just wanted to make sure that
you're dressing warmly. And you are, so, great.
You know, actually, there is something I want to ask you.
Are these earrings too bling for a meeting?
I don't want to come off trashy.
No, I think they're fine.
Listen, Summer. I know that the three of us sometimes,
working together can get pretty weird.
So I just... I have to say that if it ever maybe gets to be too much for you...
Hey, broken record. I'm fine.
I just want us to kick ass on our pitch.
I really care about this comic book.
What, is that so hard to believe?
- You guys ready to hit the road? - Hey, did you MapQuest the meeting?
Yeah, I got directions, got snacks.
He's gonna pack snacks.
- The motor's running. - All right. Shotgun!
Come on, move it, Cohen. San Diego is not driving to us.
For God's sake, the door is ten feet away.
Must I be humiliated in this chair?
Oh, Dad, just humor us.
You can lose the chair when you get home.
Oh, that reminds me.
I, uh, brought you a little care package.
That's very thoughtful of you.
-"Mad Libs" -Oh, those were my favorite when I was a kid.
Well, I hope you'll be around long enough to teach me how to play.
Julie's still gallivanting around in Europe,
which means I got that big old house all to myself.
- Well, what about Marissa? - Marissa can't be bothered.
She's too busy running around with that tattooed new friend of hers.
Well, if you're looking for company,
I know that Ryan wanted to stop by for a visit.
Oh, I think I've seen just about enough of him.
Lindsay, why don't you go find the chauffeur and see if he'll pull up.
Sure.
You and Lindsay seem to be making strides.
That's a lot of regret, coming into her life so late.
You know how you can make it up to her?
Make things right with Ryan.
What is it with my daughters and that kid?
- Dad. - Fine, fine.
Lindsay, can three people play Mad Libs?
Sure, why?
Well, I thought it might be quite nice to invite Ryan over for a round.
I understand he's handy with an adverb.
Yeah, I'll call him right now.
Ugh, well, Olson's making records nows ?
-Oh, no, you don't like it? - No.
Careful, man, if she doesn't like your music she'll drive you off the road.
Hey! Cohen, that was so your fault.
Last year, he drove us into a ditch on our way to Tijuana.
You guys did the TJ thing?
Actually we did the pit-stop-on- the-way-to-TJ thing also.
God, we had to spend this night in this sleazy-ass hell hole.
Seriously, it was like Hepatitis Central.
Okay, it wasn't that bad.
Hello? Cohen... The bed was, like, covered with all these tiny little curly hairs.
Oh, really? Well, I seem to remember you begging me for a spot on that bed.
So who won?
Who got the bed?
Uh... I thinkwe worked it out.. I don't know that there was... yeah. / I don't really remember
Thank you.
I'm home
Anyone here?
Hello...?
I'm home.
How's the ticker?
Ticking, thankfully. I wasn't expecting you today.
I canceled my trip to Nice so I could come home and keep you company.
But I see you're already doing fine in that department.
- Hi, Julie. - Lindsay, hello.
Lindsay's making us some lunch. Tuna sandwiches.
Want one?
I'll pass, thanks.
But it's nice to see you two have grown so close since I've been gone.
Well, Ju-Ju, Lindsay and I are in the midst of some Mad Libs.
I'm sure you want to go freshen up.
Fine. I can take a hint.
Well, make yourself at home. Caleb's casa es su casa.
Okay, plural noun.
Marissa?
Oh, honey, it's 1:00 in the afternoon.
Get out, Mom, I'm sleeping.
You and your stepfather are quite the welcome wagon.
Do you want something?
Just to say hello to my daughter.
And to give you this.
It's a Chanel clutch. Every girl I saw in Paris was carrying one of these.
Thanks, you can leave it on the dresser.
Marissa.
You know, when I was in Europe I did some real soul searching.
- I hope you didn't hurt yourself. - I'm trying to talk to you.
Look, I know that you've been angry with me.
- What gives you that idea? - And you have your reasons.
I just think that it's time to put those memories behind us.
It's time we became friends again. Let's go to dinner, just the two of us.
Thanks, Mom, but I'm not that lame.
What if I took away your BlackBerry?
And your cell phone.
- You can't take away my cell phone. - Oh, I think I just did.
Are you going to throw the bedroom furniture in the pool now? That's great.
You want to become friends so you're blackmailing me.
That's a great plan, Mom. I'll see you at dinner.
- Oh. Oh, not bad. - Well, it beats living in my office.
Your office was fine. It was the running into Kirsten part that was rough.
She must be furious.
Well, there was some poor roses that took the brunt of it this morning.
I know I've complicated your life lately...
and to thank you, I got you a little Valentine's gift.
When I saw it, I couldn't resist.
Gandhi. Every time I see this, I think of you snoring right next to me in that theater.
I couldn't help it-- it's a long movie.
It was our first date. You could've stayed awake.
- Well, it was a lousy first-date movie. - You're right.
Okay, I know that look.
You want to talk.
Oh, here's the thing.
I don't know if I'm the best lawyer for you.
You know, I'm not that well schooled in amnesty cases.
And it might put a strain on your marriage.
- That, too. - Okay.
I know you want to put this thing behind you-- I want it over, too.
But you and I spending day after day poring over my case,
our meetings stretching into the wee hours.
There are days I think Kirsten and me are bulletproof.
I don't want to test that theory.
I should've seen this coming.
One thing I know about you, Sandy Cohen: you always do the right thing.
I'm gonna get you a list of the best lawyers in town.
You're gonna get through this.
I wish I was getting through this with you.
Well.. be careful what you wish for.
Hey, there.
How's your father doing?
He's okay.
- And you? - About the same.
Credit card company called to verify that you're staying at the Beachcomber?
It's for Rebecca. So she doesn't have to stay at my office.
I know you're being put in the middle of this,
but if you want to take her case, I'm not gonna stand in your way.
I'm not gonna be her lawyer.
- Don't. Not because of me. - Of course it's because of you.
I know enough not to mess with my wife on Valentine's Day.
- Sandy. - You didn't force me to do anything.
Well, maybe this is selfish of me, but I have to say I'm happy.
Good.
There's one thing you could do for me.
Please find a restaurant that still has a reservation open for tomorrow night.
- I don't want to eat takeout on Valentine's Day. - What are you in the mood for?
Oh... something with a view of the ocean... and an overpriced prix fixe menu.
- Sounds like The Arches. - Perfect.
I'll call them right now.
Hey, this is the last of these, so should we make more copies?
You know, you don't have to hang around here all day to help me.
Please. Any excuse to avoid my house.
My mom's been home for, like, three hours, and already I'm going insane.
My mom used to drive me crazy, too,
and then one day I just decided I was not gonna let it bother me anymore.
You make it sound so easy.
No, every time my mom channels Satan, I take a deep breath, count to three,
give her a big smile, and say something like,
"Interesting idea, Mom-- I'll give that some thought."
And that really works?
Women like that, they thrive on confrontation,
but if you refuse to engage, then there's not really anything they can do,
which makes them go even more out of their heads.
Wow, sounds like a fun way to spend an evening.
But, you know, anyone who can make my mom even crazier gets a free dinner.
So what do you say?
Okay.
But not tomorrow night. I don't do Valentine's Day first dates
I think it's a jinx.
But next week...
...when we don't have Hallmark breathing down our necks,
we'll go on a date. Cool?
Cool.
Okay, so... let's go over this again.
I'll do the introduction. Seth, you do the character arcs.
Zach... you just need to relax a little bit, man. I promise you have this.
You know what? My teeth are all plaquey.
I'm going to go do a last-minute floss.
God... she is so OCD, man. Backpacking with heris gonna be a nightmare.
You guys are going backpacking?
Yeah. My sister is getting married in Tuscany.
- Summer's gonna be my date. - Tuscany, like Italy?
Yeah. My family's renting a villa. But we're just gonna stay for the wedding,
and then we're gonna go off on our own.
You know, backpack through Cinque Terre, maybe a weekend in Venice.
Wow! Doesn't sound... romantic at all.
Hey, are you guys here to pitch to Mr. Bernstein?
Yes, we are.
He can't see you till tomorrow. He got delayed coming back from Japan.
- What? - They're gonna get you rooms in town
and I'll reschedule you for first thing tomorrow, okay? ...Wildstorm.
Well, at least we'll have an extra night to work on the pitch, huh, Seth?
Yeah. So just Cinque Terre and Venice or maybe, like, Florence, too, or something?
You are dreading this, aren't you?
Pretty much. I'm sorry. Can you blame me?
All right, look, it's like the dentist.
Think of how much better you'll feel when it's over.
Go on, I'll wait here.
Hey, Mr. Nichol.
Came by to say hello.
Call me Caleb.
- So, you play pool. - No. My first time.
Okay, I came by to apologize.
I'm sorry... if I had anything to do with your heart attack.
Thank you, Ryan. I realize it wasn't easy for you to string so many words together.
Excuse me?
I'm merely noting how rarely I hear you talk.
- I guess I don't have much to say to you. - Well, how about thank you?
For the fine education you're getting, the roof over your head,
everything else I've done.
Like insulting me, treating me like a criminal?
Well, you are a criminal. My do-gooder son-in-law dragged you out of jail
and installed you in his pool house, remember?
You know, Mr. Nichol, I don't know why I try to talk to you.
It's just a waste of time.
So... how'd it go?
There's always next Valentine's Day.
Oh. One bed, huh?
Looks like Zach and I are getting cozy tonight.
Cohen, we got adjoining rooms, man; you're in here.
- We do? Really? - Yeah.
Oh, well, then, okay... One second, though. If I'm in here, that means that...
Then what, you-you guys would be in here?
Yeah. Is that okay?
Well, sure, yeah. I mean... well, it makes sense.
Yeah, that's fine, that's great. That's actually perfect.
Um, so, then... I take it you two will be in here... uh, in there,
actually, uh, uh, together, and I will be...
just on the other side of this... sound-soundproof wall.
Hey. You okay? -Yeah
no, I'm fine. I'm just having an allergic... reaction to... the universe.
Here you go.
I got your coffee.
Oh, thanks, Sandy, but I... I've given up on that stuff.
I never thought I'd see the day. You used to average a pot an hour as I recall.
Yeah. That's probably why I never slept. That and... you keeping me up all hours,
bending my ear with your right-wing conspiracies.
Who else was gonna listen to me?
See, I assumed that you were prepping me for father-in-law duty,
and... then everything changed.
- I feel like I'm jumping ship here, Max. - No, no, no, no, you're not.
I mean, your conscience, Sanford... I mean, it's always worked in overdrive.
No. Leaving you and Rebecca just when we found her.
The-the rest will work itself out.
If you're not drinking coffee, what are you drinking?
Green tea. Supposedly it's a detoxifier...
Who knows, maybe if I started it earlier, I, uh... I would've held up better.
I'll go get you some. There's a cafe right down the pier.
- I'll be back in a sec. - Okay, thanks, Sandy.
You know what, we should turn in early. We've got the pitch at the crack of dawn.
Why don't we watch another movie.
I think Van Helsing is on pay-per-view.
I like monsters. Don't know about the rest of you.
- I'm pretty tired. - Me, too.
Well, then why don't we go to the gift shop
and see maybe if they have cards, 'cause then we could play gin
or I could do some sleight of hand for you guys.
- Cohen... go to bed. - Yes, okay
But listen, I'm gonna be in here if you guys need me or anything.
Psst. Maybe we should invent a secret knock, just in case, for whatever.
Good night, Cohen.
That's the knock we use
Hey, Max, hey,
they didn't have any green tea, but I got you some jasmine.
You... you drink jasmine?
Hey, Max?
There's no way there's three shots of espresso in there.
You look kind of spent, Seth.
- Did you sleep at all? - Yep. Got a solid 15 minutes.
They say that's all you need.
What about you guys? Probably didn't sleep too well, huh?
I slept fine, actually.
Hi, guys. I'm Larry Bernstein. Come on in.
Okay, he's ready. Showtime, come on, come on.
Well, guys I read the treatment and I think it's interesting.
Good, great, glad to hear it.
And on behalf of all of us, the three of us, sitting three across in your office,
uh, uh, thank you. And we like your jacket.
Uh, you're welcome and thank you.
But putting pretty people by the beach
isn't enough for me, even if they have powers. So let's talk about characters.
Great. Okay, first of all, what can I tell you?
We've got Kachino with his fists of fury, okay?
He's a kid, he's from the wrong side of the tracks.
Think Karate Kid, now take away the karate. Let them marinate and we've got Cosmo Girl.
She's got a passion for fashion and a magic flask to boot.
But what I want to do right now, actually,
is to take you to the white-hot center of our comic, okay?
The core relationship of really what I think we're doing here.
Now, what I'm talking about here is passion. But real passion.
Not the kind of passion you buy for $1.99 at the grocery store with a can of soup.
- Cohen, what does that even mean? - I have no idea.
So you're saying there's a love story.
- Yeah. - No!
Oh, no, no. Definitely not.
Yeah, there is. Now, maybe you can't see it and maybe you can't.
But let me tell you something. I promise you this. It's there.
Amongst the demon water polo players that arise from the toxic Pacific
and attack Atomic County, it's a love story for our time.
- For all time. - Mm-hmm. Between who?
Yeah, Cohen, between who?
Why, between the Ironist and little Miss Vixen.
What?
The Ironist and little Miss Vixen.
The Ironist, whose quick quips and pop-culture-laden bromides
can fell even the most insidious of villains.
Little Miss Vixen. So cute and so sweet in her black leather.
Her Amex card can decapitate a demon up to 100 yards away especially when she senses
- her true love, the Ironist, is in danger. - Well, this is an interesting approach.
- Yes, but not one we've discussed. - No, there is no love story.
Not yet, there isn't. Okay, stop. Here's the thing. And the thing is this, sir.
If the Ironist and Little Miss Vixen could put their differences aside
for just one issue and stop their bickering and stop their bantering
-- even though the readers might find it adorable--
I really feel like they would realize how much more evil they could vanquish together.
No, Cohen, they can't.
Um, look, we're really sorry, sir.
This is not the comicthat we wanted to pitch to you.
Yes, well, it has some promise, but you three are clearly not ready
- to forge a partnership. - Clearly.
So get back to me...
after high school.
The coroner said he guessed it was a stroke.
He didn't suffer.
- We can be grateful for that. - I'm so sorry.
- I know. - And Rebecca?
Well, she's doing her best.
I'm sorry I didn't call till late and stayed out till this morning.
I understand.
- I still want to go out tonight. - Sandy, it's just Valentine's Day.
- We can celebrate another time. - No, I-I think we need this.
I'm not used to things being so... like they are right now, you know?
- I... I don't like it. - Me neither.
I tell you what. I'm going to go take a power nap
and when I wake up, I want to see you dolled up in your Valentine's finest.
Hey. I thought we agreed we weren't doing the Valentine's thing.
I know. Just give me one more chance with him.
It'll only take a few hours.
Oh, great. You're back.
Can I talk to you for a second in your study?
Look, I'd say we need to talk, but clearly that doesn't work for us.
So what do you want to do, take a swing at me?
You might as well. I'm the only person in town you haven't punched.
I'll make you a bet. We play pool.
If you win, I stay out of your way,
but if I win, you have to accept me as Lindsay's boyfriend.
What is this, The Color Of Money?
- It's absurd. - Got a better idea?
- Fine. Best of seven. - Rack 'em.
Well, what would you like to talk about? Clothes, school?
Why don't you cut to the chase? Tell me what this is really about.
It's not about anything, except that I'm very happy to be here with you.
Now that your father's gone and Kaitlin's in boarding school,
it's like we're all that's left of the family
and it just makes sense for us to lean on each other.
You act like you're all alone. I mean, you have Caleb.
You know, Marissa, I think you're old enough now that I can be honest with you about this.
I worry about Caleb and me, that we might not make it.
Come on, Mom. If you two can't make it, no one can.
The point is, whatever happens between Caleb and me, I'll survive.
What I could never handle is losing you.
Well, thanks. I almost believe you.
Oh, honey. You and me, we need to play our cards right.
What do you mean, "our cards"?
Just that we spend our time with Caleb wisely.
I've already launched the magazine, it's a good start.
But I'd like to control a little more of the company, just in case.
If we can play happy family for just a few more months, I can figure out my next move.
- Oh, my God, Mom. You are unbelievable. - What?
Do you want your inheritance going to little Miss Lindsay?
Because that is where this is headed
unless you put in some serious face time with your stepfather.
That's an interesting idea, Mom. I'll think about it.
Now why don't you tell me about your trip?
Okay, Cohen, you want to explain that meltdown before?
Look, if there's something you want to say to me, now's your chance.
You know, I just think I'm gonna lay off the caffeine forever.
Fine. Don't say I didn't ask.
You ready to hit the road?
Yeah, you know, actually, I think I'm just gonna take the bus.
- The bus? - Fine with me.
You know, actually, if we're not going to take Cohen home, we could stay here.
We have the room and it's Valentine's Day.
Yeah, since you guys are going to Italy, you can start getting used to the hotel life.
Okay, headed to the bus depot. Happy Valentine's Day.
Hello?
Oh, I expected to get your voicemail. I thought you'd be out with your wife.
No, we've got a late reservation. We're just on our way out.
Oh, okay I won't keep you. I, um, I just, uh...
I didn't want to disappear again without saying good-bye.
What are you talking about?
I'm leaving.
Don't try to talk me out of it.
Let's be realistic. My chances of getting off are slim.
- Well, isn't it worth trying? - Not if I don't have my father anymore.
- So when are you leaving? - Tonight.
I guess there's no chance of you swinging over here to say good-bye in person?
Oh, I don't think so.
- Let me get back to you. - Okay.
Rebecca?
Yeah, she's, uh... she's leaving tonight. Going back to God knows where.
- She wants to say good-bye. - Yeah.
Well, if you want to go, I'm not going to try and stop you.
I'll be right back.
I think we've actually salvaged Valentine's Day.
Even though Cohen did his best to destroy it.
I don't think he's ever going to get over you.
I've kind of accepted it.
Look, Zach, those are his issues, not mine.
Good. Because all I really care about is that you and I are okay.
Look at us. We're in a hotel room by ourselves on Valentine's Day.
- I think we're okay. - Good.
I mean, we weren't even supposed to be here. It's like fate handed us this dream date.
So why don't we just make the most of it?
Um, Summer, before we do anything, I need to tell you something.
- Who is it? - It doesn't matter.
Your shot.
- You don't seem worried. - Should I be?
- You're about to lose. - I don't think so. You're a hothead, Ryan.
- Pool takes a steady hand. - Well, I've got a steady hand.
Then why do you always find yourself in trouble?
Setting fires, impregnating teenage girls...
I know what you're trying to do. It's not going to work.
Come on, Ryan.
It's all very chivalrous. This challenging me to a duel for Lindsay's affection.
But, you know, ultimately she's gonna side with me.
- I'm her father. - Who abandoned her for 16 years.
That's all in the past.
I don't think Lindsay sees it that way.
Corner.
Well, this may be the way you settle things where you come from.
A game of pool, maybe a barstool over someone's head,
but in real life, it takes more than that.
Hey. Sorry, we're done.
Good, I was starting to worry about you guys.
- Well, enjoy your date. It's on me. - Thanks.
So what do you want to do?
Maybe go to Balboa Island, milkshakes and bumper cars?
You know what, why don't you guys stay here tonight?
- Are you sure? It's Valentine's Day. - Yeah, well, tomorrow night.
Okay. But have fun. Maybe rent a movie or something.
I hear The Color of Money is pretty good.
Hi, it's Kirsten Cohen. I'd like to cancel a reservation.
And what time was your reservation ?
So you bailed on your wife on Valentine's Day.
That doesn't seem like a Sandy Cohen move.
It isn't.
I wanted to say good-bye to you. But now I've got to go.
Oh, I think we've already missed dinner.
So stay here.
I've been without you for 20 years, but still, I'm gonna miss you...
all over again.
Sandy, I... I wish it had never happened.
I wish I could take it all back, that night.
I wish I'd never run.
Me, too.
I got to go. But you should stay.
Hey. Sorry I called you away from your hot date.
I'm sorry to hear your Valentine's Day went so terrible.
Terrible? Uh, no, no, try catastrophic.
I blew the comic book and I just completely humiliated myself in front of Summer.
After the way I acted today, Ryan, I don't even think I'd get back together with me.
Probably for the best. I mean, with Zach and all.
Hey, you know what? Truth is, he deserves her.
And clearly he's got the universe on his side, so...
Hey. I didn't know you were coming by.
Neither did I. I guess I'm just sort of here.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah.
I mean, I think I'm okay. I just had a terrible dinner with my mom.
- My technique work? - Guess so.
But also, it was knowing I could come here and see you.
Not that I want to put any pressure on you or anything,
it's just that's how I feel and I had to say it.
Are you in the mood for the beach?
- Now? - Yeah. It's almost time.
- Time for what? - For the tide to change.
It's a little ritual I have for whenever something really major
is about to change in my life.
I thought you said no dating on Valentine's Day.
Screw it.
Come on.
I'm a huge fan of spontaneous first dates.
I am, too.
No, look...
I'm not saying it's not bad. Hanging out with my grandpa ranks very low
on the Valentine's scale. I just, you know, I think mine's worse, I win.
You're right, yours is worse.
Look at all these people.
These normal, non-traumatized people in relationships, in love.
Think we'll ever have that?
No.
Yeah, I'm with you.
The tide just turned.
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