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Sarah! Over here!

Good morning.

I haven't seen you
since our vodka heist.

Yeah, thanks for that.

Wasn't my vodka,
but you're welcome.

Not for the vodka,
for the advice.

Now I'm back in the water

and peeing in a cup
twice a week.

Ah, all the sacrifices
we must make for our craft.

What's the grin for?

Now I know
where to find you.

Fyo!

Fyodor!
Come back here!

What'd you give him,
a real arrow?

No, I don't know
where he got that.

Fyo!

Valentine's day in July.

This is so lame.

Hmm.

But I like the
butt-shaped pancakes.

Generally speaking,

I'm not a fan
of these consumer holidays,

but I do like it
when buzz breaks out

his little frog tie
with the hearts on it

and sings the entire
"once" musical and cries.

- No.
- I stand by it.

"Once" is a very
emotional musical.

Hey, guys.

Hey. Nice bracelets.

Did you guys weave them

from strands
of each ether's hair or...

Yeah, kip.
That's exactly what we did.

I don't know.
I kind of like it.

My manager's girlfriend
brought them back from tulum.

- Anyone want juice?
- Yeah, sure.

Yeah, he doesn't really
have a manager.

I think he does.
His band is kind of taking off.

And just
because he annoys you

doesn't mean
he's not talented.

I've heard him play.
Below average, c-minus at best.

- He's all swagger and confidence.
- Which is attractive.

Yeah, until you realize he comes
with a peace sign on his ankle.

Oh, so you're against peace?

No, I'm just
against peace sign tattoos.

Maybe it's ironic.

Ah, that doesn't really
make any sense.

There's no way to spin this,
and you lose.

Hmm.

You might want to lay off
the bacon.

Bottom-heavy.

- Hey, leave her alone.
- No one was talking to you, emo boy.

Oh, okay.

And happy Valentine's day
to you too, Chloe.

Keep eyes
on the swimsuit catalog.

No Internet,
this place is a porn desert.

I love it.

Thanks.

Why did I do Valentine's
this year?

- I may as well waterboard myself.
- 'Cause your mom loved it.

It's for a good cause,

and it gets the kids out
of the cabin, so I can smoke.

Look at them all.

They're so excited
about love and romance.

If only they knew
how it ends.

It doesn't have to end badly.
You just had a crappy husband.

But now that you're single,

you get to experience
passion and sex again.

- God, I am so horny.
- You have a husband.

I don't want to have sex
with Dave.

I already know what that is.
I want to be surprised.

Men in their 40s
do not surprise you.

I know what's ahead of me:

damaged goods, workaholics,
emotional cripples.

I'm gonna kill myself.

Have you ever thought
of taking something for that?

The only love
I believe in now

is the love
between mother and son.

In fact, I'm gonna get buzz
one of those Valentine-grams.

How very Norma Bates of you.

- Yeah.
- You gotta get up there.

Announce, yeah.

Okay, and now the moment
you've all been waiting for.

Wondering if you're the winner
of the annual raffle?

Well, the wait is over.

And the winner
of the 50 shades

of Little Otter tour
with Mack and Steve...

Oh, it's probably
just you, Mack.

Just keep cranking.

And the winner is...

Roger Shepard?

As in Ridgefield Roger?

50 shades
of Little Otter

just got 50 shades
more interesting.

Roger?

Roger?

You bought a raffle ticket

to the 50 shades
of Little Otter tour

with Mack and Steve.

Actually, I bought 50,
one for each shade.

Did I win?

Yes, you won.
That tour is for old people.

If you're doing this
because you think

I'll have sex with you,
don't bother showing up.

Oh, please.

I don't need to spend
50 bucks to bone.

Can you just not say
that word?

- It's creepy.
- Fine. Look.

Truth is,
the cause is near and dear.

My mom had a weak ticker.

Oh, so you don't actually
want to do the tour?

Yeah, I want to do the tour.

It'll give me a good lay
of the land,

so I know what I'm getting
when you go belly-up

and I have to buy
your crappy camp.

I'll see you at 11:00.

Am I to assume the tour
is clothing-optional?

Ugh.

I got your note.
What do you...

What do you want?
Shh.

Don't speak.

Am I the first girl
you've ever kissed?

No, I got a lot of play
in the cancer ward.

Really?

No, we were sleeping
and throwing up.

Chemo isn't exactly
an aphrodisiac.

You're so dark,
but I like it.

Were you scared of dying?

Yeah.

Most of the time,
though sometimes,

I got so sick,
I didn't really care anymore.

One time,
I held my breath

for, like, 200 seconds.

Or at least I think
it was 200 seconds

'cause I passed out and saw
all these little lights.

Yeah.
I've seen those little lights.

How'd you know you were sick again
the last time you relapsed?

Well, I thought I had the flu,
and then I puked blood.

Wow.

- No one can know about us.
- Why?

Zoe is going through a lot
with this whole Greg thing.

We took a blood oath
we could only have

a boyfriend
at the same time.

Plus, everything is so much more
romantic when it's forbidden.

Yeah, I have...

I have cancer.
I'm not a vampire.

Maybe you're just embarrassed
to be seen with me.

Would that be a problem?

No.

Hey, Cole.

Hey, Mack.
Heard about Roger.

If you need a hand,
I can do the tour with you.

Oh, I can handle Roger.

Oh, I know
you can handle Roger.

What?
What's that supposed to mean?

What's that look for?

What look?
It's just my face, Mack.

- Mom!
- Oh, God!

Oh, g...

Camp 1x04 - Valentine's Day in July
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Okay, okay, everyone. Listen up.

C.P.R. demo in honor
of Valentine's week.

Clearly, she's unresponsive
and not breathing.

So first, we call 911.

Then, heel of the palm,
interlace fingers,

and start chest compressions.

Someone's gotta tell Mack
no one takes it seriously.

I take it very seriously.

You are seriously hot
right now.

After 30 compressions,
two breaths.

Tilt the head back,
pinch the nose, and...

- Oh, yeah.
- All right, okay!

Keep the chest compressions
going.

- What are you doing later?
- You.

Then off campus, bar.

Sounds like a plan.

- And she's alive.
- Yay.

Hey, uh, Marina,
why don't you start us off?

Pick your victim.

Greg.

Slut.

You'd be a slut too,
but nobody likes you.

My cousin has a friend on Facebook
who went to school with her.

Time to see what she knows.

We begin our tour here
with a sound.

Hear that lovely whistle?

You want to take a gander as to
what kind of bird that is?

Is it the feathered
I-don't-give-a-crappity?

Oh, hey, Cole.
What you doing up here?

Just gonna clear out
this tree.

- Thanks.
- Don't mind me.

It's a lovebird right here
in our basswood tree.

I boned in a redwood once.
It's pretty hot.

Are you really gonna do this
all day?

I'm sorry, it's just too easy
to get a rise out of you.

- I'll stop.
- Thank you.

Now we will take a gentle stroll
around the lake.

Replace the word
"stroll" with "bone,"

and you got yourself
a gentle bone around the lake.

All right, that's it.
Last time, promise.

Hmm.

Dude, I am so messed up.

Yeah, I heard your mom
walked in on you.

I'm sorry.
You heard?

I'm not laughing.

This is the worst thing
that's happened to anyone, ever.

My best friend got his arm
bit off by a shark.

This is worse.

Happy v-day.

- Thanks, Fyo.
- What?

You're not even gonna look
at them?

- I'm not feeling it this year.
- But you're Cole.

And that's just wrong
and selfish and not fair.

- And can I read them?
- Knock yourself out.

These are incredible.

This one
even has a picture.

You know, this would have been
perfect three days ago,

before my mother
walked in on me

and stole the only remaining
pleasure I had in life.

Now I may as well be looking
at a picture of a toaster.

We end our tour here
in this mystical spot,

where, Lore has it,
the great chippewa chief

Little Otter brought his wife
Lily Black Bird.

The spirit of their love
is said to inhabit the area.

It's been the site
of over 200 weddings

and the conception
of one child.

Want to make it two?

- Or we could call it a day.
- Come on.

Where's your Valentine's day
in July spirit?

Oh, I don't know,
Roger.

Maybe you killed it
with your "bone" jokes,

or maybe it died
this morning

when I walked in
on my son masturbating.

Or, oh, most likely
it was murdered

when I remembered
that today is the day

that Steve proposed to me,
oh, so many years ago.

Okay, firstly, walking
in on your son wanking...

Hysterical.
No, it isn't.

Okay, maybe it's
a little funny.

And, second,
I knew Steve was lame,

but he proposed to you on
your mom's stupid fake holiday?

Yes.

I hope he had
a really good ring.

It was a blade of grass.

I still have it.

You know
what the saddest part is?

That you still have it?

At the time,
I thought it was

the most romantic thing
in the whole world.

Now I know
it was just plain lazy.

Oh, well, that part of my life
is gone forever.

You can't possibly want
another weed around your finger.

No, no.

What I'm trying to say is
when we're young,

we lived to be shaken
to our core by love.

Then we get older, and we know
that's never gonna happen again.

- And, well, it's just sad.
- Oh, it'll happen.

- And how do you know?
- 'Cause I've been married twice.

It happens,
and it's even better.

Can I give you some advice
as a double-divorce?

- Do I have a choice?
- My second marriage...

I put the kibosh
on Valentine's day altogether.

And birthdays.
Well, except my birthday.

Thank you, Roger.

That was strangely sweet.

You're sweet, Mack.

- I gotta go.
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Marina!

No, no.

Don't look!
Don't look!

Don't look at it!
Okay, I'm not.

- I'm not, I'm not.
- Oh, my God.

We're gonna get these
down, okay?

It's gonna be okay.

I can't believe
this is happening.

No one's gonna judge you
for this, Marina, okay?

Everyone knows
how cool you are.

No one knows anything

except that I'm a stupid
freaking stupid idiot.

So say it!

That is not true.
Come here.

Okay, I think
we got them all.

Maybe no one saw.

I hate it here.
I wanna come home. Now.

We're in Atlantic City.
Well, and Rick's Powerlifting.

We can come get you Thursday

if he doesn't make it
to the finals.

You okay?

Fine.

- You want to talk about it?
- No.

You want to tell me
who's responsible?

No.

Listen, hon,
you made a mistake.

But this isn't who you are.
Don't let it be.

And if anybody gives you
a hard time,

you come and talk to me,
okay?

God.

Davey fell asleep
on a piece of tinfoil.

Ow.

Marina okay?

- How about you?
- It's been a strange day.

Shoot some pool later?

So did he try anything
on you?

Besides using the word "bone"
about a hundred times,

he was pretty well-behaved.

I mean, for Roger.

Sounds like you guys had
a pretty good time.

What?
What's that look for?

I told you, Mack,
it's just my face.

Don't be paranoid.
I'm so disappointed.

I was really hoping
for something

I could take back
to the bedroom.

What about you, Cole?

You have a hot,
not-Valentine's date this year?

Nope.

I'm sensing... and you know
I'm a little psychic...

Maybe there's more
to you and Roger.

It's Roger.

So?
He's gorgeous.

He's got that accent,
and he's loaded.

And he's obnoxious,

and he wears pink shirts,
and he brings in deer to shoot.

Well, we have nothing
in common.

Well, Dave and I have
tons of stuff in common,

and I can barely stand
the sight of him.

- You said the sex was good.
- Oh, stop.

Look, I used to be
a sucker for the guy

who sold the raffle tickets,
"Dave in Nonprofit."

Now I'd take the guy
who buys them any day.

- And Roger bought like 50.
- You're up, Mack.

I got next.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting something?

- No.
- Yeah, act...

Means you're gonna be playing
me and Todd.

You sure you want
to do that?

I'm sitting this one out.

You two have fun
with your sticks.

I know my way
around a pool table.

Besides, you're too young
to be good at, well, anything.

Old enough to go all night,
that's all you need to know.

Very funny.
That's not what I heard.

Maybe you should turn up
your hearing aid, grandpa.

Look, I understand
why you're a little hostile.

Kid with all that talent,
drafted out of high school,

washes out
of the minor leagues.

Just didn't want it
badly enough.

It's a little more complicated
than that.

I heard about what happened
with the nude pic.

I'm so sorry.

That blows.

You better watch your back.

Stop playing like a girl.

You're playing like
my grandma.

Yes, yes, yes!
Oh!

I hate you!

Hey, isn't that
that writer that you like?

"The heart book"?

"Heart on a stick"?
What's it called?

"The heart is an arsenal".

Yeah. That one.

Uh, wow, I don't know.
Maybe.

Again?
Let's buy him a drink.

No, no.

- No, it'll be fun. Why not?
- Don't, don't.

Hey. Hey.
It's Miguel, right?

- Robbie.
- Nice to meet you.

Hey, can I introduce you
to someone?

Thanks.
Hey, it is him.

Miguel Santos,

this is my girlfriend,
Sarah Brennen.

She loves your book, man.

Hi, it's really nice
to meet you, Miguel.

Nice to meet you too,
Sarah.

- Hi.
- Public!

Yeah, I'll be real quick.

I can deal with you
treating me like crap,

but I draw the line
when you attack my friend.

Marina?
It wasn't me, it was Zoe.

Well, Zoe, Chloe...

Right now I can't really tell
the two of you apart.

We're done.

Oh, no.

Another devastating miss
by the youngster.

But then again,
that's his story, isn't it?

You don't know anything
about me.

Please, enlighten me.

I don't talk about baseball
with Australians.

Hey, Mack.

Ever hear the legend
of Dave Coleman?

- What legend?
- No, no...

Whatever.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

Hold that.

Hey, I understand.

I mean, who'd want
to tell the story

of how they went from being
the 19th pick in the first round

to a janitor
at a third-rate family camp?

Why don't we go outside?
I'll tell you all about it.

Oh, I'll take it outside.
You want to take it outside?

Yeah, I want
to take it outside.

- It was my idea, remember?
- All right, then.

Let's go outside.
Let's go outside then.

I was born outside.

Going outside!

Who wants to see me kick
Roger's ass?

The only ass getting kicked
is yours, my friend.

Anyway, after Belize,

I spent a month wandering
around Mumbai for research.

Talk about an exercise
in existentialism.

You just feel life
pulsing through you

because you could die
at any moment.

Sorry, I think
there's gonna be a fight.

Gotta go.

We met at camp
when we were ten.

Are you apologizing?

No. No.

No, oh, my God.
No.

'Cause he seems like
a great guy.

He is a great guy.

I don't know why I pretended
I didn't know you.

That was totally weird.

I wasn't offended.

Uh, better make sure
no one ends up in the hospital.

Come on, Roger!

Come on!

Wow.

What's going on?
- Man-fight!

Take those shirts off!

I retract my psychic vision
about you and Roger.

Let's see what you got,
old man.

- Oh, I'll show you what I got.
- Bring it on.

You ready?
Here it comes.

Whoa!

Aah!

Uhh!

Come on, Roger.
Is that all you got?

Stop!
Roger, stop.

Stop it! Stop it!

Agh!

Ah, damn it!
Ooh.

Oh, man.
That does look painful, Roger.

Cole, what are you, eight?

I am trying to run
a family camp.

You're supposed to set
an example.

- I'm sorry, Roger just...
- I don't want to hear it.

The two of you are acting
like idiots.

It's...

It's broken.

These cheerios...

Talk about an exercise
in existentialism.

Who are they?
Who am I?

Excuse me, I would like
another single malt, "por favor".

I am so parched from talking
about myself so much.

You haven't even read
his book.

Yeah, well,
now I really don't want to.

"When Hollywood calls,

leave your integrity
at the doorstep."

Yeah, thanks for that, Miguel.
That's great advice.

I'll be sure
to pass that on to the kids

in Toddler Town
as soon as possible.

- Douche.
- Okay, seriously, enough.

You sound like
a total hick-snob.

A "hick-snob"?

Yeah.

You think anyone
who can't talk fantasy football

and beers on tap is stupid.

You're gonna hate Stanford.

Okay, we just went
from making fun of people,

like we do most mornings,
to you calling me a hick-snob.

I just think you're
being really small-town.

I thought Miguel
was interesting.

"Small-town"?

That's rich, coming from
an over-privileged suburban brat.

Hey, how's the shame hoodie
working for you?

It isn't.

You can't let them
slut-shame you.

Everybody has boobs.
We all have boobs, people!

I will take to the streets
in solidarity with you.

Thanks, Grace,
but I just want it to go away.

It will. People are gonna
forget all about it.

You think?

No, not your thing.
That's forever.

So what happened?

I sent a guy
a picture of my boobs,

and he sent it
to the whole school.

You know, I actually thought
he cared about me.

So dumb.
Pretty much ruined my year.

- Well, that guy's a dick.
- Mm.

And he's dumb.

Wow, you're joining
the pariah table.

I don't judge.

You shouldn't let those girls
get to you.

They're stupid and jealous.

You have a beautiful body,
Marina.

Can we not talk
about my body?

I just want people
to see me for once,

not my stupid mistakes.

I see you.

I see you too.

Hey, Zoe.
Nice haircut.

So, what,
are we kicked out of camp?

No.

There are 33 bins
on campus.

You might want to pick up
the pace.

- This is so lame.
- Don't worry.

You'll be broken
long before you finish.

- Oh, gross.
- Ugh, gross.

Do you think I'm
an over-privileged suburban brat?

- Hmm?
- That's what Robbie called me.

We bumped into this writer,

Miguel Santos,
who's staying at Ridgefield.

Robbie thought
he was a douche,

and I thought he was
totally interesting,

and now
we're in a big fight.

What does this writer
look like?

What does that have to do
with anything?

Robbie just wants
to put me in a box.

What kind of box?

Yeah.

Now I know what kind of box
you're talking about.

And I can definitely see
why Robbie does not like him.

- Why?
- He's a triple threat.

He's gorgeous,
critically acclaimed novelist,

and you're totally taken
with him.

I'm so confused.

Robbie is
the most beautiful person

I've ever met,
and I love him, I do.

But I met him
when I was ten years old.

Okay, and here's this writer
who's been out living...

Really living,
and he knows things.

And he's giving me
all this attention.

And I'm sure he just does it
to everyone.

Do you think he does it
to everyone or just me?

I'm assuming
you haven't told Robbie

the part about the attention
and how it feels?

No. No, worse.
I lied.

I pretended
I didn't even know Miguel

when we bumped into him
at the bar.

Okay.

Now Robbie is going
to Stanford in September,

and I can just see the rest
of my life laid out before me.

It's me and Robbie.
He's a lawyer.

We have a couple of kids.
I teach swimming at the "Y."

And I guess what I'm asking is
is it better to regret

the things you did
or the things you didn't?

I can't answer that.

Sarah, Robbie deserves
your honesty.

Yeah.

That's plastic, you idiot.

Ohh!

Aah!

I wasn't actually
gonna hurt you.

Are you okay?
Should I get Mack?

My mom is going to kill me.

But why?
You didn't cut your hair.

My pageant life is over
this season.

That's what my mom
lives for.

Can't you just do the pageants
with short hair?

No!

I'm nothing now.

You know,
once you even it out,

I think
it'll look really cute.

You could even go super pixie,
like Anne Hathaway in "Les Mis".

You got a great face for it.

Really?

'Cause my mom says my face
is too narrow

and my ears are too big
for short hair.

Wow, your mom sounds...
No offense...

But not great.

Yeah. She's a bitch.

Well, mine's
at a weightlifting competition

with her boyfriend
right now.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

You really kicked
Roger's ass.

- It was a draw.
- You broke his hand, dude.

Technically, it was the keg
that broke it,

but it was still hot.

Oh, Reed, Reed!
Give me that!

Oh, go away, honey.

Sorry.

Oh, please.
Reprimand my kids.

In fact, you can spank them.
Anyone can spank my kids!

- Mack still pissed?
- I don't know.

Probably.

I couldn't help it.
Roger just... he just...

You ever thought about
telling Mack how you feel?

I don't know what
you're talking about, Sheila.

Oh. Wow.

These are... what's that?

Like a bonsai tree
in there?

I'm sorry about last night.
I was out of hand.

Good news is
it's not broken.

Slight sprain.

Well, that's a relief.

Yeah, so in the spirit
of Valentine's day in July,

I thought maybe
I could take you

to your stupid, awful,
fake Valentine's fair tonight.

Hmm.

See you at 6:00.

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

Oh, yes!

Here we have a winner!

Aw.
Here you go, slugger.

- Nice.
- Everybody can have a dog!

Dude,
you can't send her that.

Shh,
keep your voice down.

"I thought my life was
about getting to the next day.

Turns out it was
about getting to this day."

Are you nuts?
You'll totally freak her out.

"There's beauty in you
that nothing can hide.

I see you."

Stalker.

Okay, okay, I get it.

Dude, that was close.
Next time, come to me.

Always come to me first.
Okay.

Yeah, and his mom
walked in.

He did not.

Whoa!

Hey, no pushing.

Robbie.

What?

Whoa.

I don't think
you're a hick-snob.

I don't really think
you're a suburban brat.

Uh, no shoes
in the bouncy house.

About that guy, Miguel,
I...

No, it's okay.
I was a jerk.

And, to be honest, I thought
he was kind of into you.

That's why I overreacted.

Thanks.

Hey, no biting
in the bouncy house.

Look,
since we're being honest,

I'm kind of feeling
a little lost right now, and...

Hearing Miguel talk
about Belize and India

just got me curious.

You know, like, what would it be
like just to be someone else,

just for a little while.

But the you
you are now is awesome.

Whoa! I got you.

Chutesies!
Ohh!

oh, this is great.

Now we can find out if you
actually have a heart in there.

Mm.

Well?

Do I, doctor?

Yeah.

Let me hear yours.

Mm.

Holy crap, are you
about to have a heart attack?

'Cause that thing is,
like, beating really fast.

Should we...

Get out of here.

I don't understand
why it's so high.

I've been gluten-free
for a year.

Let's be honest.

You get drunk
and binge on cookies.

Marina.

For me?

Yeah.

"Happy Valentine's day."

Thanks.

And thanks so much
for helping me

tear those pictures down.

You know,
I was so crazed,

I didn't get a chance
to tell you that.

You're such a great guy.

Marina, I didn't...

I didn't do it
because I'm a great guy.

I did it...

Because...

Good evening.

Happy v-day in July, man.

I wrote this one for you,
Marina.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- Please.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Why aren't you at the fair?

I was looking for you.

So you could tease me
about my coitus interruptus?

I don't think
that's what it's called

when your mom catches you

masturbating
to a swimsuit catalog.

Whatever.
My self-interruptus.

Stop it.

I came to say
go get your special tie

and come to the fair
with me.

I'll even do the
"Once" duet with you.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot, guys.

Have a good night, okay?

- That was amazing.
- Thanks.

Yeah, there's still some stuff
to work out in the bridge.

I don't know about that c-chord,
but whatever.

No one has said anything
like that to me.

Ever.

It's all true, Marina.

Oh, God.

I just came
to get my tie.

So I puss out on the poem
I write for Marina,

Greg steals it, makes it
into a song for her.

Harsh.

You're up.

So...
So what do I do now?

Do I...
Do I fight for Marina,

or should I let her go?

I don't know.
You got me.

Wow, that's a good shot.
Do it again.

- You have a gift.
- No.

Shut up.
You're really good.

- It was a fluke.
- No, no more.

I thought this stupid holiday
was over.

Happy v-day.

Wait, Roger, just...

I want to finish
what we started.

Who did you vote for
in the last election?

Not my country,
not my president.

But I do hunt quail
with Cheney every fall.

Did you commission
that painting of yourself

on a horse,
or was that a gift?

If you're referring

to that original Thomas Kinkade
of me Astride Falcore,

no, that was
handsomely paid for.

What's your stance
on global warming?

Oh, we screwed
the ozone.

But it's not
my generation's problem.

And I refuse to cut
my carbon footprint.

Have you ever paid
for sex?

- Eh.
- Ohh.

I think we should put
a pin in it.

Because of the picture
of me and Falcore?

Yeah.

I thought you wanted
to put a pin in it.

I do.

Then what was that for?

Thanks for surprising me.

"Fine, I'll be nice
to your stupid friend"?

Really, that's your idea
of a romantic apology?

Can we get
back together?

Sure.

I don't want to talk about
it or think about it, ever.

Okay.

At least we know there's gonna
be many challenges ahead

now that you're almost 16,
and I'm single.

Yeah.

Actually,
it's kind of a relief.

I was worried you'd end up
this sad, old cat lady.

Thanks, Buzz.

It's nice to know
you're not alone.

Now I just need a lobotomy.

How about a lock?

Happy Valentine's day,
Buzz.

What's this one for?

That's for you
to give to me.

Happy Valentine's day, mom.

Thanks, Buzz.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I thought maybe
after the bar the other night,

you decided
not to run into me anymore.

- Why would I do that?
- I don't know.

I feel like all I did
was talk about myself.

I shouldn't drink so much.

You were great.