No, no, altos then sopranos!

Her dad is dying.

Rebecca Bloom, love of your life?

Will you come with me?

- Lindsay asked me to be the buffer between her and Caleb. - Grandpa hates you.

So, what is it the two of you really want?

- Money? - What?

Cohen's going to do his own comic.

- I think they're really good. - Yeah?

Yeah, the boobs are a little big. Well, aren't they?

Summer and I may be taking a step forward in our relationship.

Aren't you sick of me? We've hung out every single day this week.

- You're still in love with her. - She's dead.

Rebecca.

- You're up early. - I'm studying for this test.

Oh, yeah, I know, it's great. I was actually on my way out just to talk.

- Studying. - Fine. We can talk here. I just think the issue feels a little more pool housey.

- Is this about Alex? - No. She's merely kitchen table fodder at this point.

- She's no longer up to pool house snuff. - So, it's Summer and Zach.

Yes, which I realize is more of an evening subject, best served over a game of Playstation.