J'étais bien la première à croire que Summer n'avait rien dans la tête.
Preuve que j'avais bien tord. Shame on me.
Seth : Marissa called.
Ryan : I just dropped her off, why would she call, she's busy.
Seth : Hey.
Summer : Hey guys, can't talk I have to go see Dr. Kim.
Seth : Are you in trouble ?
Summer : Uh no I have to change my college file, I got my SAT score.
Seth : Summer, we got our SAT scores back months ago.
Summer : Oh, well I took mine late remember there was a Valley marathon on the first time around.
Ryan : How'd you do ?
Seth : Ryan come on you never ask a lady her age, weight or SAT score.
Summer : I got a twenty three hundred.
(Ryan et Seth regarde Summer, surpris)
Summer : What, that bad ?
Seth : That ...good.
Summer : Hmm ... As good as you Cohen ?
Ryan : (murmurant) Better.
Seth : By...just the tiniest...bit.
Summer : Uh.
Seth : You know I read a study once that said that if fifteen hundred third graders took the SAT one would get a perfect score by probability alone.
Summer : Yeah, well I'm not a third grader Cohen.
Seth : No no I'm not saying you are but I mean how else do you explain it ?
Summer : I don't know (fronce les sourcils et s'en va)
Seth : How is that even possible ?
Ryan : Eh, she did save Chrismukkah. (il part)