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I didn't. It washed up about an hour ago. Who's Rachel?
No, thanks.
I don't care about seeing Marissa or not seeing Marissa.
Ryan. Ryan.
No kidding. It is so much better this way.
Hey. What are you guys still doing here?
Yeah. Is everything okay?
Is he finally tired of being a martyr?"
We have our issues.
So if I did take this job...
You must have let them down easy.
And now it's ruined.
Marissa's not even coming.
They're pulling the offer first thing in the morning unless they hear from you.
I don't know. It stays there. That's why we must go.
What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico.
Finished.
Or in case I wanna smother you with your pillow.
The salary they offered me is outrageous.
I'll take it.
Look at me. Look, this is me here, okay? Amigo.
I'm positive that I'm leaving here with a rash.
- Bad news. She's gone. - What?
Coop!
I know.
I should probably pop in and pick up an antihistamine. Allergies.
Leaving you at the side of the road. Don't touch the wheel!
- You could've brought somebody in. - Where's the fun in that?
I don't need to get over Marissa. I'm over Marissa.
Hey. So Summer and I are gonna go...
Oh, hey, Dad.
- What do you mean, you're not going? - I just... I don't know, Summ. I can't.
It'll be way better the second time.