"Previously on Privileged..." "I want to write about people that matter." "This is a tabloid magazine!" "If you want to write about fancy people," "You have to travel in fancy people circles." "A dear friend of mine is interviewing people at her estate in Palm Beach." "Hello, Mrs. Limoges." "Call me Laurel." "My daughter left me two grandchildren," "Rose and Sage." "Their grades are lousy." "You want me to be their tutor?" "What do you want to do?" "I want to get into Duke." "I think my mom would have been... pretty psyched if that happened." "Then we are going to get you into Duke." "You don't think I can take care of myself?" "I take care of me and Rose." "If she has a problem, she comes to me." "That's how it works." "It's not your job to save these girls." "I can help them live up to their full potential, what's wrong with that?" "Your sister asked if I'd give her a ride home." "Seriously?" "That's really nice of you, Will." "I guess I'll..." "See you around." "Well, we're neighbors." "I'd say that we're bound to run into each other again." "I just needed that guy's number." "Will." "Do you have it?" "Why?" "I mean, why do you need it?" "I wanted to thank him for driving me home last night." "Son of a bitch." "Not now, traitor sister." "And writing time is now officially over." "Morning, Lorraine." "How's it going, Jay?" "Good morning, Miss Smith." "Hey, ladies." "First day of school, shouldn't you be getting dressed?" "Oh, we are." "Sage is just pulling up some stuff with the oracle." "What's the oracle?" "Other than a scary old lady from The Matrix." "best movie ever, am I right?" "Ok, sorry." "Explain." "The oracle is a computer program." "See, every piece of clothing that we own is in the system." "We take pictures over here." "And then the image transfers to here." "See?" "It tells us what we wore, when we wore it, and who we wore it with." "That way we never have a repeat." "Sage came up with it." "You designed this yourself?" "Why, did Laurel tell you we were stupid or something?" "No, of course not." "I was just impressed." "This is gonna be the best year." "You know, I was so over being in the youngest grade at school, which is really weird when you think about it, because in the real world, being younger's always better." "Right, Megan?" "Crushing my soul here, Rose." "Oh, my god, Sage!" "What--I didn't know that Parker Whitney's party was on Wednesday!" "I thought it was on Thursday." "No, Thursday's midnight tennis at Breckyn's." "Wednesday's the yacht." "Sounds like a lot going on for the first week of school without a whole lot of studying." "Oh, the first week back is all about social activities." "So, does this Parker kid go to your school?" "No, he graduated last year." "He's supposed to be at Brown, but he deferred a semester." "His family, they throw the most amazing parties in Palm Beach" "Only the very elite get in." "As in not you." "Uh, no thanks." "Boats, not my thing." "All the rocking and lurching and sharks?" "Not necessary for a good time." "Ok, look, girls, I'm not saying that you can't go" "I love how she think that's even an option." "All I'm saying is, is that you're gonna have to fit studying into your schedule if you want to improve your GPA this year." "We never said we wanted that." "Laurel wants that." "See how that's not the same thing?" "Why don't you go check that somewhere else?" "You don't want us to be late for the first day of school now, do you?" "So I think this is the one you want to go with." "Yes." "Hey, it's your favorite sister calling you back... again." "You wanted to have coffee, you were lying." "What else is new?" "Exactly." "What else is new?" "Uh, nothing." "You're still a trampy little tramperstein, and I am still an idiot for being nice to you." "Go on." "Just pretend we're not here." "What?" "I'm not talking to myself." "I'm practicing a conversation that I'm going to have with a real person at a later date, which is totally different." "Absolutely." "Ok..." "Well, thanks for the coffee, Marco." "See ya later, Megan?" "Well, well, subzero, what was that all about?" "What?" "I'm not gonna give up banter to a guy who has a taste for my sister's tongue." "Been there, done that." "Mmm, muffins." "Will and piper peek-a-boo?" "Since when?" "Since I don't know when." "They met at the party, and then two days later, I saw them making out on the beach." "Super romantic." "Good for them." "Well, what about you, will, and all the cuteness?" "Over, because I am not in the business of steal other people's boyfriends." "Well, a kiss on the beach doesn't mean they're registered at Tiffany's." "It doesn't matter," "Because I am not dating anyway." "Never ends well." "So bitter for so young." "You would be bitter too if your sister stole your first boyfriend." "I love it already!" "Dish!" "Ok." "So my first boyfriend was this guy named Evan." "He was a senior in high school when I went off to college." "And we decided to stay together because we were so in love and whatnot." "So I come home for thanksgiving and I go straight to his house." "I even made him a thanksgiving mix." "I mean, who does that?" "Thanksgiving is so not a mix holiday." "But, I did it for him." "Well, that's devotion." "Yes, thank you." "So I go up to his room all shampooed and listerined and psyched for our emotional reunion, and I open the door without knocking," "Because, why would I knock on my boyfriend's door?" "Sweetie, always knock!" "Mm-hmm." "So I see Evan sitting at his desk chair, the one that I helped him pick out at the flea market, with my sister sitting on top of him." "Your sister is so dead to me." "Obviously, after that," "I was not into dating." "So, I put all of my energy into school, and then after graduation, I concentrated on work." "I went out on a couple of dates, mostly because people were starting to think that I was a lesbian." "You know, I can see that." "I know, right?" "I would be a great lesbian." "But sadly, I am straight." "Oh, that is tragic." "But if you're looking for a nunnery, honey, Palm Beach is the wrong place." "I will date when I am 40." "Right now, I'm going to concentrate on my job." "Which is quite difficult, because my tutees are not interested in being tutored." "If I were Jack Black, they would love me." "Jack Black is so lucky!" "Rose!" "Hey, gorgeous!" "Hey!" "Jordanna." "Hi." "Breckyn." "Hey!" "Oh, Marc told me that wasn't available until October." "You know he always lets me in early." "Nice." "Excuse me, girls." "Hey, Mr. Cassidy." "You all look very refreshed from your summer breaks." "Tahiti was miraculous." "You should go." "Well, I will put it on the top of my to-do list." "Thank you, Sage." "Rose, can I see you in my office for a moment?" "Ok." "Oh, actually, I just need Rose." "So you can go to homeroom, Sage." "I'll save you a seat." "Rose, do you know if your grandmother got any of my messages?" "I tried contacting her several times over the summer." "I even sent a letter explaining the need to discuss your status." "Well, we were in Tahiti for a while." "And then Laurel had to go back to Paris." "It's been pretty hectic." "What do you mean, my status?" "Is there like a secret popularity ranking thing out there?" "What, is Breckyn blogging again?" "I mean your scholastic status." "Oh, well, I think Laurel should be back next week, so, I don't know, maybe you can come over then?" "Unfortunately, this can't wait any longer." "I wanted to resolve this matter before school started, but Laurel never got back to me, and I had to make an executive decision." "Ok, you're freaking me out here." "Mr. C." "Rose..." "We have a problem." "I'm afraid we're going to have to hold you back a year." "Explain to me again:" "why you enjoy riding this thing into the deep water where ocean-dwellers can bite and sting you." "It's called relaxation, and if you'd ever let me give you a surfing lesson, it would all become clear." "But you gotta spend your time accomplishing stuff." "Speaking of which, why aren't you writing right now?" "Isn't that the plan?" "When the girls are at school, you're writing Pulitzer prize winning stuff?" "I might have a little case of writer's block." "Really?" "Why do you think that is, kemo sabe?" "Because writing is hard." "Why?" "Why do you think that is?" "I don't know, maybe because you're wound up so tight over this crap with Lily?" "How did you-- she told you." "Of course." "Of course she dragged you into this." "Well, what's up?" "She said you called her, and then you just disappeared." "I didn't disappear." "I just came to my senses and remembered that she's a boyfriend stealing trampy tramp." "Oh, whose boyfriend did she steal now?" "Well, not technically my boyfriend, but a person of interest." "That boy Will at the ball." "It doesn't matter now anyway." "So you do like him?" "Well, maybe I did." "I don't know." "Why?" "Is that so insane or something?" "He's not really your type, is he?" "Well, I don't know what type he is yet." "I just thought that he was interesting." "Well, the point is, I never would have thought you'd like him, so maybe Lily didn't know." "Oh, she knew." "It doesn't matter." "I'm not dating anyway." "Oh, yes, the other cause of your writer's block-- two years of self-imposed chastity." "Writer's block is a condition, ok?" "It cannot be explained or therapized." "Therapized?" "!" "Yes." "It's a new verb that I'm working on." "Of or related to having too much therapy." "It's going to be in the book." "The book I'm never going to finish," "Because I have to concentrate on my job." "Duty calls." "Hey, Rose, how is school?" "I should just drop out now!" "Seriously, I would." "This is so humiliating!" "What are you doing here?" "Rose called me." "What's going on?" "Did you call her?" "Yeah!" "I figured she should know." "Especially since now it's going to take twice as long to get me to Duke." "I mean, who is going to take somebody who had to repeat their freshman year?" "They're holding you back, are you serious?" "!" "Way to go on not freaking." "He said that my academic performance was sub par, and that I should view this as an opportunity and not as a punishment." "I mean, like that's even possible." "I'll be a social pariah." "Ok, wait, he who?" "Who is he?" "Just our stupid headmaster, Jacob "Assface" Cassidy." "Oh, I hate him!" "Rosie, don't stress, ok?" "No one is going to give you crap for this, because if they do, I will personally destroy them." "And it's not going to mess up anything with Duke, because if she has to, Laurel can just buy you in, just like Parker's dad bought him into Brown." "Uh, hello, if that's the case, then what am I doing here?" "Good point." "Don't forget to write." "Ok, listen." "Let's think, ok?" "Maybe there's a way to fix this." "How?" "I mean, my grades are really bad." "We can't just change that now." "Ok, but if we show that you'll make an effort, that you're committed, maybe I can go in there and talk to Mr. Assface and see if there's a way around this." "I can talk to him." "As what, Rose's sister?" "It's not going to mean anything." "I will go in there as the new tutor, and I will present some sort of game plan." "Ah?" "We--do you-- do you think that would work?" "It's worth a shot." "Ok!" "Thanks, Megan!" "Ok." "Morning." "Care for a kumquat?" "Do you really eat breast here every morning?" "Pretty much." "Is that a problem?" "No, I don't care." "Seems like you care." "Seems like you're peeved about it." "I'm not peeved." "I just think it's sad, that's all, because you have your very own mansion just right over there." "Actually, it's more over there." "If you ever want to come over and just" "If you're that way." "I don't want to come over." "Why not?" "Look, I don't have time for this." "I have a very important meeting that I have to go to." "Oh, I was wondering why you were so dressed up." "It's just a skirt." "Why, do I look like I'm trying too hard?" "Not at all." "I think you look really nice." "Thanks." "Even thought that was completely inappropriate, but whatever." "Good-bye, Will." "It's weird sitting' in the principle's office." "Makes you feel like a kid again." "Although, you probably are a kid." "A bad kid, for sittin' here." "I was a good kid." "That I'm judging you." "Uh--I'm just sayin', hugs, not drugs." "Mr. Cassidy will see you now." "I'll put in a good word for you." "Thanks." "Mr. Cassidy?" "Hi." "Um..." "I'm Megan Smith, Rose's tutor." "I talked to you on the phone." "Of course." "Call me Jacob." "I prefer Mr. Cassidy." "Big fan of boundaries and whatnot." "Very well, miss Smith." "So, I'm here to talk about Rose." "Uh" "I'm sorry, um, aren't you a little young for headmaster?" "Oh, this is my father's position." "It's temporary." "He had a mild heart attack last spring." "See, normally I'm a teacher here." "Oh, really?" "What subject?" "Human Evolutionary Biology." "It's the sociological and physiological examination of why human beings are the way we are." "I took Biology in high school." "Dissected a frog." "It was so gross." "Anyway, um, so, I'm here to talk about Rose" "I know." "The way things were handled were less than ideal, and I'd really like to apologize for that." "Well, I think it's best to concentrate on how to fix it." "You can't hold Rose back." "Well, I understand your frustration." "And I want you to know, this was a difficult decision." "It's not something we came to easily." "But I want Rose to succeed." "And I think the best way for her to do that is to repeat her freshman year, and hopefully, get things right this time." "Right, and I think that's going to make Rose want to stab herself in the face." "I mean, taking her away from her friends and her sister is not exactly going to psych he up to learn." "I mean, if anything, I think it will make things worse." "Thank you." "Mmm, ooh, delicious." "Oh, I made that for me, but..." "Oh." "Sorry." "So, how would you proceed?" "If I were to agree with you, which I'm not saying I do, well, based on her fall syllabus," "I have come up with an after school study plan for Rose and myself." "Well, I'm lovin' the pie chart." "Thank you." "The pie illustrates the amount of time appropriated to each individual subject which I have deduced to be her weak spots." "Well, it's ambitious." "But I don't know how you're going to get Rose to commit." "Well, that's my problem and if her grades haven't improved by the end of her first quarter, you can go back to the original plan." "Ok, let's give it a try." "Really?" "Thanks!" "I mean, thank you very much." "And since we're going to be working together on this," "I should probably have your number." "Right." "Um, of course." "You..." "Can have my work phone number." "There you go." "That's just your cell phone, right?" "I'm an independent contractor." "So..." "Whip me up a truffled somethin', Marco, 'cause I have earned it." "Well, those rosy cheeks, those starry eyes." "Has our nun found a man?" "I did in fact meet a man." "The headmaster of the girls' school, way hotter than the job requires." "Jacob Cassidy." "Of course." "He was April in last year's fundraising calendar." "Damn good month." "Mmm." "So, the headmaster and the tutor." "J'adore." "Oh, no, no, no, stop j'adoring." "We're not dating." "Why, what's wrong with this one?" "Have you ever heard of a little thing called conflict of interest?" "You have an excuse for everything." "You're really ruining my happy time here, Marco." "Can we please focus?" "I just talked to him out of making Rose repeat her freshman year." "How great is that?" "Good for you." "That's it?" "Well, I'm sure Rose will be very grateful for about five minutes before she's distracted by something dolce." "That's not true." "You're missing the point." "If you're gonna come in here all high on life, it should be because you met a great guy or you sold an article to The New Yorker." "It can't be that I just did well at my actual job?" "No!" "This is just a j-o-b." "Pays the bills." "You think I get all gooey when Sage notices how finely sliced my scallions are?" "They are magnificent." "This is just a rest stop on Marco Giordani's highway to happy." "A means to an end." "Someday I'm gonna open my own cafe." "Yeah, you told me about that." "Have you thought of a name?" "'Cause highway to happy's really good." "Listen to me, honey." "I know you're one of those "must be the best at everything she does" girls." "But don't let this become more important than your real life." "Understood." "But I still deserve a little victory lap." "I gotta go find Rose!" "Rose Baker, you are officially a sophomore." "What?" "!" "Thank you!" "Oh, my god!" "Thank you!" "Thank you so much!" "Don't thank me yet." "you're gonna have to earn this." "Now, I printed up a schedule which may seem daunting at first, but don't worry, you'll get used to it and eventually, you'll get to hang out with your friends again." "Eventually?" "So when does all of this start, exactly?" "Now." "Your little schedule isn't going to work this week." "Sorry." "Why not?" "We're booked every night." "And Parker Whitney's party is tomorrow." "Right." "And I can't miss that." "We've already RSVP'd." "Rose, do you know how hard it was for me to convince Mr. Cassidy to do this?" "I mean, work with me here!" "I know I should have talked to him." "Sage, stay out of it." "Look, Megan, ok, I definitely want to get on board." "It's just that" "Good, I knew you would." "And with the new regime, it mean you're gonna miss some parties." "Sorry." "I'm gonna go set up." "We'll hit the books." "Ok?" "Great." "Ladies." "Hey!" "Hey, Parker!" "What are you doing back here?" "Oh, picking up my brother." "I figured the little guy could use a beach break." "We just started school two days ago." "I know." "Brutal, right?" "By the way, before I forget," "VIP passes for tonight." "My family's beefing up security on the yacht." "Kanye might show up." "Oh, thanks, but I don't think I can make it." "What are you talkin' about?" "Yeah, what are you talkin' about?" "I just, like- got a lot of work to do." "Deal with that, ok?" "Ok, when did you develop a crack habit?" "We cannot miss the party." "I know, I know, but I already promised Megan." "Wait, you're ditching Parker Whitney for your tutor?" "Come on, baby." "Yeah, start the psycho regime tomorrow." "What's the difference?" "Ok, I guess one night wouldn't be the end of the world, right?" "Great." "You know what is a crisis, though?" "Our wardrobe." "Parker has clearly turned it up a notch this year and I think so should we." "Yeah, but we're not gonna have any time to go after school." "You're right." "I think this qualifies as an emergency." "Yeah." "Let's go." "Ugh!" "Back to rehab again?" "Ouch." "Megan Smith, house of procrastination, how may I help you?" "Mr. Cassidy: that's how you answer your business line, Miss Smith?" "Mr. Cassidy." "Uh, how are you?" "Fine." "I was hoping we might have a quick chat." "Is now a bad time?" "No!" "No, not at all." "I'm, uh, not doing anything at all." "Would you mind coming by my office?" "Uh, yeah, sure, no problem." "I can, um," "I could be there in 15 minutes." "Ok, great." "I'll see you then." "Ok." "Bye." "Oh, what am I doing?" "I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know." "It's about time!" "I've been waiting here for like an hour." "How were the waves today?" "Pretty good." "What's up, Lily?" "Did you talk to her?" "Come on, man, I'm not gonna" "Don't be a weenis!" "Just tell me what she said." "She's pissed off." "That's all I know." "About the fight at that party?" "'Cause it was so not a big deal." "No, I think it's more about" "Will, Bill, whatever." "She's pissed about Will?" "I guess so." "I don't know." "She into him?" "Because I didn't think that he was her type." "Yeah, well, Megan's full of surprises." "Nothing even happened with us!" "We barely hooked up." "I don't even really like him." "Then why'd you hook up with him?" "He's pretty frickin' hot, Chazz." "Right." "So, anyway, that's all the info I have." "I'd really appreciate not getting dragged into the whole twisted sister routine." "You think I like having to ask you about what's going on with my own sister?" "She won't call me back." "Why do you think that is?" "Look, you guys are pretty messed up." "I'm not saying it's all your fault, but" "I get it." "Thanks, Charlie." "Lily..." "It's all good." "That's for you." "Oh." "So there's no confusion this time, ha." "Thank you." "You put cream in it and everything." "I'm that kind of guy." "Look." "You are being very sweet here, but I think I should just say for the record that this cannot happen." "Why not?" "I mean, you know, the whole tutor and the headmaster thing, it just feels like a whole Andrew McCarthy movie gone to DVD." "It's just a bad idea, you know?" "Well, I'm not sure I agree with you." "Frankly, anyone with me right now is a bad idea." "If I told you about my dating life in a nutshell, it would be a sad little nut." "A pine nut, really." "The" "Miss Smith..." "There is something I needed to talk to you about." "Right." "Um, of course." "Continue." "Sage and Rose cut school this afternoon." "No, you're kidding!" "Now I know you don't have her on a lojack system, but if this is the way she's going to behave on day one of a fresh start, you can see how I might be concerned, right?" "No, no, absolutely." "I-I can't believe this." "You have to understand, this isn't just a deal that you and I struck." "I have to answer to people, too." "I know." "And I am so sorry." "I-trust me, I will handle this." "Rose?" "I figure I'd spend a couple of months in Paris, work the Buddha bar people, see if they'd be interested in taking some of their action down to Palm Beach." "That sounds awesome." "I've only been to Paris twice, and Laurel monitored the entire trip." "That sucks." "You should come out while I'm there." "I'd give you a proper tour." "That'd be amazing." "Megan: excuse me." "Oh, my god." "What, you know that chick?" "Unfortunately." "Would you excuse me for a second" "What the hell are you doing here?" "!" "Sage, get your sister." "We are leaving right now." "I can't even believe someone like you got past security!" "Well, apparently security liked my outfit a little more than you do." "Or maybe they thought you were part of the make-a-wish foundation!" "You went through our stuff?" "Save it, Sage, ok?" "Your grandmother gave me the green light to deal with you however I decide is necessary, so spare me the hissy fit." "Get your sister, say good-bye to your friends, 'cause we are getting off this boat right now!" "Whatever you say." "But it's gonna be kind of tough since we're leaving the dock." "Oh, crap." "Excuse me." "Oh, excuse me." "Have you seen Rose Baker?" "She's about ye high." "Looks all sweet and innocent, but she's actually a manipulative little vixen." "Sorry." "Thank you for your help." "All right, here you go, baby." "Oh, thank you, baby." "You got it." "Cheers, guys." "Here's to kicking off a new year." "Whoo!" "A new year!" "Oh, and Rose, by the way," "I still have my books from freshman year if you to need to borrow them, ok?" "Oh!" "Hi!" "Hey!" "I-I only told Spencer!" "But I told you not to tell anyone!" "Yeah, but it's not even happening!" "Right?" "So what's the big deal?" "Because!" "It's embarrassing!" "Why?" "!" "It would have been kind of sweet to date a freshman!" "Look, look, look, look, the point is, it wouldn't have mattered even if you were held back." "You're fun, you're hot, you're sexy." "Come on, who cares if you have crappy grades?" "Come on, baby." "Come on." "Thought that was you." "Oh." "Hey." "So are you still mad at me?" "Why would I be mad at you?" "I have no idea." "I didn't expect to see you here." "Not my original plan, believe me." "I came to try to get the girls to leave, so they could go home and study, and, yes, I am aware of how insane that sounds." "Not certifiably." "Well, it doesn't matter, anyway." "I mean, they'll just pay to get into college, like this Parker kid and every other kid here in Palm Beach." "No offense." "None taken." "I didn't mean you." "Come on." "A kid gets into Brown and then defers, probably so he could attend this ridiculous party." "How cocky is that?" "Is that the story that he's telling?" "Parker didn't get into Brown." "It was true his dad donated $3 million, but it didn't make a difference." "Are you serious?" "Yeah." "Guess that blows your theory." "Looks like you're going to have to get them into college the old-fashioned way, yalie." "Fantastic." "So..." "Are you here with Lily?" "So that's why you're mad at me." "I never said I was mad at you." "I... just was asking a simple question." "She told you we went out, huh?" "It really wasn't big deal." "And for the record, she asked me." "Well, next time, you should ask her." "Because you guys make a very cute couple." "I say go for it." "You're being pretty supportive, considering..." "Look, I-I, um..." "I don't know what you thought" "What did you think?" "I wasn't thinking anything." "I--my head's not really in that place right now." "You know, the date-y place." "And..." "Oh." "Ok." "I'm just trying to get myself together." "Before you get together with somebody else." "Understood." "Yeah." "Yeah, so, you know, there shouldn't be any weirdness between you and me about Lily or whoever." "Got it." "Friends, then." "Great" "I'm gonna get a beer." "You want?" "I'm ok." "Breckyn isn't answering any of my texts, and I have no idea why." "Yeah, I know, I tried calling her too." "Ugh, God, she's everywhere." "Hi." "Hi." "So Sage said that you were on the boat last night." "I tried to find you" "Don't make this worse by lying, Rose." "We're going to be late for school." "Ok, so..." "I'm sorry about last night." "But I'm ready to rock on our whole study thing as of today." "It doesn't matter." "Don't worry about it." "It's fine." "you do whatever you want." "Finally!" "But you should know that your friend Parker is a liar." "He didn't get into Brown." "All that money his dad spent didn't make a difference." "Come on, Rose, she has no idea what she's talking about." "Ask Will." "Ask anyone." "It's the truth." "But you don't really care about that, do you?" "That's the problem." "And that's why you're going to wind up repeating your freshman year." "Megan!" "Megan, wait." "What?" "Why are you being so mean?" "Because I'm frustrated, Rose." "I got called into the principle's office yesterday, because of you." "I'm sorry." "I don't know what it's going to take with you." "You say you want to try but then you cut school?" "That was not my idea." "Which I know, it's a lame excuse." "It's really hard to try to change my life, when Sage and I, we do everything together, and none of the school stuff seems to slow her down." "I mean, she still gets all A's and B's." "Ok, I know, it's not fair." "But life isn't fair." "You have to decide what you want." "Yeah, but it doesn't matter what I want." "Ok, just because I want to get into Duke, it doesn't mean that it's going to happen." "I mean, even if I spent a hundred hours studying," "I could still get bad grades." "That may be true, but Rose, you can't not try because you're afraid you're going to fail." "That would be like... that would be like not wanting to go out on a date because you're afraid all guys are going to cheat on you." "Or not wanting to write because you're afraid you're never going to get published anyway." "What, are we talking about Sex And The City now?" "Because I loved that movie." "I'm taking about us." "We can't be afraid to go after what we want, even if we don't know what the outcome is going to be." "Now I know what I want." "Do you?" "I want to go to Duke." "You say that, but what does it really mean to you?" "I told you." "Well, I'm doing it for my mom." "Which is a great reason." "But it can't be the reason." "You have to be doing this for you." "I will be there for you, Rose." "I will back you with whatever you need." "But I can't do the work for you." "And I'm not going to be chasing you on any boats anymore trying to get you to study." "From now on, if... this is gonna happen, it's gonna be because of you." "I get it now." "Get what?" "Why you rejected bachelor number one and bachelor number two." "Ok, Marco." "Can we speed this up to get to the point where I understand what you're talkin' about?" "Well, there's a man at the front door, carries a surfboard as an accessory, has a smile that could light up my Christmas tree through February" "Charlie's here!" "Oh, Charles." "Bachelor number three." "A fine specimen." "Ok, I'm not dating him." "I hate you." "I can't!" "He's been my best friend since, like, forever." "Sally, go mount your Harry." "Ah, not going there." "But you're right." "The dating strike does need to end." "If for no other reason, it will force me to shave my legs." "Honey, we are not at that level yet." "Megan, you have a visitor." "Ok, you weren't kidding." "This place is insane!" "I know." "Is it noon already?" "I can't believe I lost track of time." "Yep." "Get ready for your first official surfing lesson." "You're working, aren't you?" "It's just, this is the first time I have been able to write since I got here." "Can I take a rain check?" "Absolutely." "But I'm never going to get you on a surfboard, am I?" "I just feel like, you know, if humans felt the need to grow legs and crawl out of the ocean" "There's a reason, right?" "Fair enough." "So, have you talked to Lily yet?" "Ugh." "You know what?" "Don't tell me." "It's none of my business." "No, it's ok." "I just" "I'm not ready yet, that's all." "Say no more." "So let's talk about your job." "How's it going with the terrible twos?" "You don't really care!" "Sure I do!" "Sort of." "Kind of." "Not really." "I know I have been way too focused on the girls, but I just think it's easier to focus on their lives than my own." "Sounds like someone's been... therapized." "So what do you have to eat in this ridiculous fridge?" "Ooh, easy there, surf boy." "Marco has got a very particular system." "Oreo cakesters?" "Ok, that guacamole is mine." "You almost ready to go?" "Rose, come on." "Everyone's waiting outside for us." "Look, you can go without me." "It's ok." "It's ok?" "Max reserved a table at Renato's." "What is wrong with you?" "Look, I said I was going to do this, so I'm gonna do it." "Hey, so are going or what?" "Seriously, Sage, I don't mind." "You guys go ahead." "We'll catch up." "Ok." "See ya later." "Really?" "We'll get it done faster this way." "Ok, but, no, you can't do it for me." "I've gotta figure this stuff out for myself." "Yeah, yeah." "What question are you on?" "Number one." "What's the answer for number one?" "No, don't tell me." "The time it takes an airplane..." "Ok, rule number one, Mr. Cassidy" "Oh, so you were serious about that rules thing, huh?" "Rule number one, no talking about the girls unless it's an emergency." "And what constitutes an emergency?" "Any sort of bleeding or if you see them in a high-speed chase." "Have you ever seen them in a high-speed chase?" "I just need to know what I'm getting myself into here." "We've been out for half of an hour, and you're already breaking rule number one." "What kind of example are you setting here?" "Hey, can I ask you something?" "It's not my natural color." "I'm usually a blonde, but people seem to like the red." "I don't know, what do you think?" "I think the red's good." "Really good, actually." "But that's not what I wanted to ask." "Oh, sorry." "I was just wondering..." "What made you change your mind?" "I mean, I know you were so adamant about not going out with me." "I can be adamant a lot." "And then it turns out I'm wrong, which makes the whole adamant part even more embarrassing." "Oh." "A woman who admits when she's wrong." "We're definitely going out again." "I just" " I haven't been out with anyone in a really long time." "I think I was sort of afraid to get bad into the dating scene." "But I'm" "I'm happy you asked me." "Well, I'm glad you're here." "But, since I know you're such a stickler for the rules, Miss Smith," "I just wanted to remind you, you called me." "Technicalities, Mr. Cassidy." "Technicalities." "Revised and edited by ju.vianna"