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July
16, 2009 Transcript Michael: Oh, this place is nice. All right. Look at this pool. Yeah. Yeah. Kristina: Will you be a helpful big brother and sunblock my back? Michael: Yeah, sure. Um ... Kristina: I missed you so much last summer. Michael: Hey, if you ever do the whole coma thing, I highly recommend waking up in the beginning of the summer. You know, school won't happen for weeks, you know, the weather's great. All you gotta do is drink lemonade, play tennis, and hang out with your sister, you know. You don't have to do anything. Kristina: You're lucky to be living at the Quartermaines. It's so close to the club. I have to beg a friend to drive me or beg Viola to drive me there. Oh, my God, did I tell you what my mom did? Michael: What, besides what happened with the mayor? Kristina: Oh, the mayor thing was just bizarre. This was more of a typical my mom. Molly and I have been begging her to get a hybrid, so what does she do? She buys 2 of them, one for her and one for Viola to drive us around. And they're both white. Michael: Well, were white hybrids on special or something? Kristina: Oh, who knows? Molly probably told her white was the best color for the environment or something. Michael: So, do you like the new cars or not? Kristina: I guess they're okay. Hybrids start quiet, so it's even easier to sneak out. Plus, I get better mileage and reduce greenhouse gases while I'm driving without a license. Oh, how about that sunblock? Michael: Oh, yeah. Kiefer: I got K's back. Hey. Kristina: Hey. Kiefer: Pull your hair back. Whoo. Michael: The pool is great. You should go in. Kristina: I don't feel like getting wet. [Sighs] You didn't drown Kiefer, did you? Michael: I will if he calls me coma boy one more time. Remind me again why you even speak to that guy. Kristina: He only acts like this when other people are around. Especially you. Michael: You realize you're only making excuses, right? Kristina: It's not an excuse if it's true. When it's just me and Kiefer, when we're studying or out on a date, he's really sweet. Michael: If you say so. Kristina: You're the one I'm worried about. We played tennis this morning, you're swimming this afternoon. Aren't you tired? Michael: Yeah, you know what? Actually, I'm about to pass out. Kristina: I can never tell when you're kidding. Should we go home? Michael: Relax. I'm fine. I'm actually great. You know, this time last year I was in a hospital bed somewhere, and now, you know, I'm awake, my brain's working great, hanging out in the sun, you know? Kiefer: Ah! Michael: Life is good. Kristina: What are you doing?! Oh, Kiefer! Michael: Leave her alone, man. Come on, dude. Kiefer: Oh, easy, coma boy. Kristina: Put me down. Kiefer: Want to go for a swim? Michael: No, she doesn't want to go for a swim. Kristina: No, don't throw me in! [Splash] Kristina: Uh, how did you do that? Michael: I used to like to play a lot with Jax. He taught me all about strategy. Kristina: So... I do not believe this. Michael: Go again. It's okay. Kristina: Don't you dare let me win. Michael: No, I won’t. You need a clean roll. Go ahead. Kiefer: K, do you want get me a drink? You know what I like. Just put it on my father's tab. Michael: We're in the middle of a game here. Kiefer: Well, I'll play. Don't worry, I'll be nice. Kristina: You better be. Kiefer: Ohh. So when did you join the club? Michael: Uh, my grandfather is a member. Kiefer: Do you golf? Michael: I used to with my stepfather. Kiefer: Right, right. Your, uh-- I guess your dad the gangster isn't really the golfing type, right? Hey, wake up, coma boy. It's your roll. Kristina: Mmm. Kiefer: What took you so long? Kristina: There was a line. I thought you were going to win for me. Michael: I told him we can quit at any time, you know, we can stop. Kiefer: You want to stop, coma boy, we'll stop. Michael: Don't you ever call me that again! Kristina: Michael, don't!
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