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before you embarrass yourself.

Okay.

What if I hit him with this one?

That's something.

- Yeah?

- You want my best advice?

There you go.

And what? Now I like...

run this down his chest or something?

No, the pony's for you.

You want to get your hair out of

the way for when you're, you know,

- rolling around.

- Okay.

So you do a lot of rolling around?

I mean, you can if you want.

The point is, you want to...

feel comfortable and have fun.

You can do that, right?

So I don't have to hit him with this one?

Damn!

Hey!

- Watch it, losers!

- Did you get it?

God!

So, does Johnny even know who I am?

I think I may have told him the story

about how you slept with your French tutor.

And his girlfriend.

- Hey!

- Hi.

I hope you don't mind, I

invited my cousin, Camilla.

Your cousin?

Howdy, cowboy.

Is this the one you said was such a flake?

I heard that!

- Thanks a lot.

- I'm sorry.

Somebody call a doctor,

because this house is sick!

Holy shi...

What Penny didn't tell

Camilla about prom night

is that her nerves got the best

of her, and the moment passed.

But now she finds herself here,

standing on Keanu Reeves'

deck overlooking the Pacific,

ready for her second chance.

Hey, Penn.

That's some swimsuit.

Thanks.

It's new, kind of.

Well, you look beautiful.

So do you think you're going

to surf while you're out here?

Hey, humans.

Hey. Do you guys want smoothies?

Sounds good.

Um, hello?

Put the camera away.

Be present in the actual world.

Virgin daiquiris.

- Thank you.

- Oh.

- Fitting.

- Huh?

Isn't this relaxing? I

could just lay here all year.

Yeah, I don't think Northwestern is

going to let you major in house-sitting.

Is that where you're going to?

Me, Northwestern?

Nah. Not smart enough.

You're smart. There's just

different kinds of smart.

He is a great artist.

But I don't know if I should do that.

I mean, a year ago, I

wanted to be a pro surfer.

So maybe art school's

just a way of buying time.

Mmm. Why do you have to decide now?

Because my mom's on my ass? Because

I'm expected to do something?

At least she cares, right?

So, what do you think you'll do next year?

I had to grow up pretty fast

with my parents shipping me off

to boarding school as a kid, so...

I actually want to slow down for a second.

Well, cheers to that.

So, that disco ball just gave me an idea...

Prom do-over?

I think I still have my prom dress

in the bottom of my bag.

I could borrow something of Keanu's.

Oh!

Honey, you're so beautiful. I'm so proud.

Thanks, Mom. I love your Botox.

Now what am I gonna wear?

Silk sheets.

Hey.

Did I tie this right? Does it look okay?

- There. You look sharp.

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