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* Hear your voice
over and over *

* Sitting on
the beach of Dover *

* What is happening? Oh, dear *

* I keep wishing you were here *

* And I swear
I'm gonna lose it *

* If I keep playing
your music...

Ow! Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Come on.

Sometimes
it kind of feels like

no matter how hard
I try, I just keep...

missing the boat.

* In the water, your mirage
is like a stalker *

* I should push him
off the cliffside *

* 'Cause he's coloring
my insides ocean blue *

* And everywhere I look,
I look at you *

* It's true * *

Do we really have to

physically sit
for our portraits?

Can't she just, like,
look at a picture

on her phone or something?

- Okay, get out.
- What? Why?

She needs to see you
in the flesh

in order
to capture your essence.

While you're still young
and full of hope.

Her words.

Well, Conrad does not
have hope, actually.

He's hopeless, but my hangover
smoothie... it cures all.

Can you please just hurry up?

Just go back to bed, all right?

- All right, seriously, Steven, get out.
- Oh, come on.

This is a delicate science,

and your heavy breathing
is gonna break the yolk.

Okay. Okay, okay.

She hasn't painted you
since you were little.

I think it'd be nice
to have these portraits

- for when you're older.
- Old. No.

When I'm older, I'm sure
there'll be, like,

like, holograms or something
I can watch of myself, you know?

Just sit for your portraits.

I don't see Conrad complaining.

He'll complain
when he's conscious.

Hey. Here.

- Thank you.
- Come on, man. Hurry your ass up.

All right? I can't be late
for my first day of work.

- We won't. We're good.
- Come on, man.

- Ooh!
- Those old country club boomers

are gonna tip me so hard, man,
they won't know what hit 'em.

- Oh!
- Steven, I swear.

- What?
- Come on, Laurel.

My boy's got to get that bread.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Belly, where have you been?

Is that a bruise?

Um, I-I bumped into someone.

You bumped into someone?

Doesn't look that bad.

Um, cereal?

- Yeah, hit me.
- Sure.

Oh, my God!

Belly is gonna be a debutante.-

It's really not
that big of a deal.

I'm sorry. Like, Belly?

Like, my sister?
Like, that thing right there?

Shut up, cretin.

Okay, this is gonna be
so much fun.

Just you wait.
There is, uh... there's the tea,

the auction, the ball,
of course, the rehearsal.

I got to write this down.

We need to go shopping.

This sounds... expensive.

Oh, don't worry, Laur.
It's on me.

It was my idea after all,
and we still need

to style you
for your book party, so...

Belly, are you sure
you want to do this?

It doesn't seem very you.

It's not.

Conrad, could you please
be a little more supportive?

Now, which one of you is gonna
be Belly's escort to the ball?

Not me. I went last year.

Yeah, and I swore off balls.

The dances, dude.

Wow, guys.

Stop fighting over me.

Um, I'm not going
with either of you.

I am going to find my own date.

Wikipedia says debutante balls
require instruction

in morals and social etiquette.

I'm going for a swim.

She could use
some etiquette. Yeah.

No offense, Beck,
but I don't feel like

a country club is the best place
to teach Belly about morals.

Laur, times have changed.

There's a girl
debbing this season,

and she's bringing
her girlfriend as her escort,

and the club was fine with it.

How very progressive
of them.

Here you are,
Belly Button.

Well, hurry up!
We have shopping to do.

It's not like I was
getting any work done anyway.

* Come a little closer
'cause you looking thirsty *

* I'm-a make it better,
sip it like a Slurpee *

* Snow cone chilly,
get it free like Willy *

* In the jeans like Billie,
you be poppin' like a wheelie...

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

* You know I keep it icy...

- Isn't that pretty?
- I like that.

- Oh.
- Right?

- Yes?
- Yes.

* Keep it fresh like roses...

- I like that one.
- Yeah? - You like this one?

- * Yeah, look so sweet *
- * Hey *

* Lookin' good enough to eat...

- Wow.
- I don't think so.

Ow.

* Catch me in the fridge,
right where *

* The ice be...

- Oh.
- It's cute.

Yes. Uh-huh.

Don't.

Hell yeah.

* You could double dip
'cause I know you like me *

* I know that
my heart can be so cold...

Okay, they're called
"fascinators,"

and all the girls
will be wearing them.

Seriously?

- Seriously.
- I don't know about this.

Come on.

Come on!

* I can't see
nobody else for me, no *

* Get it, flip it,
scoop it, do it like that...

- Oh, boy. That is...
- That's... No, put that away.

- No.
- You were right on this one.

I know.

* Looking good enough to eat *

It's good.

* Coldest with the kiss,
so he call me ice cream *

Next one.

- Ready?
- Here we go.

- * Look so good, yeah, look so sweet...
- Hmm.

- No. Really?
- What?

- Oh, what have I done?
- Oh, no.

- Oh, boy.
- Are you okay, babe?

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

Yeah, uh, it's-it's something.

Oh, you look like a princess.

- She looks like the Tooth Fairy.
- Ah.

Look... at that detail.

Everybody's eyes will fall out
of their heads

when they see our girl.

I love you so much,
but you're ridiculous.

I love you so much, and I know
I'm ridiculous.

Or what
about this one?

Oh, no, no, no,
that one's much too simple.

But it does seem more
like Belly.

Laur, trust me,
these girls go all out.

Oh, don't get
my hair wet!

Hey!

Hey, Jeremiah.

Hey, Gigi.

I didn't know you were
working here this summer.

Hey.

Billy, no choking, all right?

Jeremiah,

aren't you gonna save me?

Here you go.

- Thank you very much. Enjoy that.
- Thanks.

- Don't forget to tip your waitress.
- Oh.

- Hey, you're on break, kid.
- Oh.

Uh, thank you.

Totally, yeah. I would, uh...

I would love to, uh,
take you surfing sometime.

Dude.

- Oh, you fucked up.
- What? What? How...

How could I have
already fucked up?

Nobody's gonna want
to hook up with you

after they see you in this.

You should've been
a lifeguard with me.

- Oh.
- And hardly anyone drowns.

God. Okay, well,
I'll take the hairnet

if it means I don't have to live
with my mom freshman year.

- Yeah.
- All right.

- Fair enough. Fair enough.
- See?

Take it in, Steven.

This is all ours.

* Summer in July * -

* Summer in July * *

Honey?

Hey, hon?

Yeah?

Would you change
and meet me out back?

I want to paint
your portrait first.

Why me?

'Cause everyone else
has things to do.

I have things to do, too, Mom.

I think you can spare a few
hours for your mother, hmm?

- Sure.
- Great.

I'll see you outside in ten?

See you there.

Put on something nice.

You see her?

- Hooked up with her.
- Mm-hmm.

Him, lifeguard.

And, uh,
the one in the blue

and the guy with the eyebrows.

Yeah.

Dude, you're such a slut, man.

Okay, I just like to kiss
and be cozy with people.

Oh, yeah?

Never
kissed her, though.

Yeah, keep it that way.

Okay, all right,
Shayla's cute and all,

but I'd avoid getting sucked in.

- Sucked? Sucked into what?
- To all that.

Girls in sundresses
are my kryptonite,

but I've never let one talk me
into being an escort.

Trust me, if Shayla asks you
and you say "yes,"

it's gonna blow up
your whole summer.

Yo, Steven, we need extra hands
at the deb tea.

Pays double. Come on.

- Yeah.
- Okay, yeah. All right, go get that bread.

- Yes, sir.
- Cheers.

- Thanks, Mom.
- Sure.

Belly?

I just want you to know

that if you decide you hate it
or if the girls are mean

or even if the food is bad,
you can text me.

I promise I won't say
"I told you so."

- I'll be fine.
- Humor me?

Use our code phrase,
and I'll be right there.

Mom.

You remember it from when
you were little, right?

- Lemon Jelly Belly.
- Lemon Jelly Belly.

Have fun.

Hey.

Jeremiah.

Oh, my God. Uh, Belly.

Wow. I didn't even
recognize you.

Tell me the truth.
Um, do I look like a fool?

Um...

Uh, no, y-you look good.
You look good.

Um, let me walk you over.

What?

- Nothing.
- Uh, let's go.

Uh, are those...
are those pineapples?

- Pineapples?
- Pineapples, yeah?

No, they're flowe...
Have you seen flowers before?

I-I have, but that is,
for sure, a pineapple.

That's a nice pineapple dress
you got there.

They have strawberry, raspberry,
raspberry type cookies.

- Oh, they're to die for.
- Okay.

I-I still never thought
I'd see the day

where you were wearing
a fascinator.

Jeremiah.

Paige.

Where's your shirt?

- It's always a pleasure.
- Mm-hmm.

This is Belly.

I mean, uh, Isabel Conklin,

the young woman my mom
told you about, my future wife.

She's late.

I-I-I'm so sorry.

You're at table two.

Are those those little
Brie and fig jam sandwiches

- with the prosciutto?
- Don't you dare.

- Okay.
- Those are for the girls.

- Jeremiah, those are for the girls!
- Just-just one.

Knock 'em dead.

Oh, my God.

That's the girl Conrad
was kissing at the bonfire.

And that's the girl
Steven was with.

Ugh. FML.

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey.

Lemon Jelly Belly.

Hey.

Hi.

Is that from the other night?

- Yeah.
- Here, let me fix it.

- I think we're good.
- Yeah?

Thank you.

So...

how's Nicole?

Mom, can we not do this?

Like, no. Uh, uh, you asked me

to come sit for this portrait,
and-and I'm here,

and I'm sitting, and I'm more
than happy to be here,

but can we not make this, like,
a bonding experience, please?

Well, excuse me for trying
to connect with my son

before he leaves for a year.

Belly looked really nice
in her new dress.

Look, if you want
to spend your summer

moping around,
I can't stop you, but...

no more
sleeping till 2:00,

no more day drinking.

I want you doing
something productive.

You're getting a job.

Sure.

Great.

Now sit still.

Sit up.

I told my mom
the only way I would do this

is if I could bring
my girlfriend, 'cause I thought

it would be a deal killer,
but the club has been

surprisingly chill
about the whole thing.

- I'm honestly shocked.
- Yeah.

Literally, Dara, I was expecting
a conversion camp

to spring out of the bushes.

No. Lesbians
and debutantes are, like,

- a completely juxtaposing idea.
- Opposites.

- Yeah, but Cousins likes to pretend to be woke.
- Mm-hmm.

Trust me. My family deals
with it constantly.

- The things we do for college applications.
- It's insane.

Don't worry, Marisa.
You'll get in everywhere.

Wait. Where are you applying?

You know, the usual.
Every Ivy minus Cornell.

- Mm-hmm.
- Ithaca is so bleak.

I know. What about you?

Oh, Belly's only
a sophomore. Right?

I think that's
what Conrad told me.

Yeah, I-I'll be a junior
in the fall.

So, is this your first summer
here in Cousins?

No, I've been coming here
for my entire life.

Yeah, she's, like,
family friends

with Conrad and Jeremiah.

Uh, so are you and Jeremiah,
like, a-a thing,

or are you gonna take him
to the ball?

- Um...
- Oh, my God, back off, Geeg.

- It was a question.
- They're, like, basically

related, okay?
You have nothing to worry about.

- I'm not worried.
- Yeah, sure.

Keep telling yourself that,
babe.

Gigi has had this thing
for Jeremiah...

Ever since he got abs?

- Pun intended. Absolutely.
- Relax.

I'm not into Jeremiah Fisher.

Yeah, and your noticing his abs?

- Ooh.
- No.

She's too busy
eye-fucking the waiter.

Dude, that's Belly's brother.

Oh, my God.

- Really?
- Oh, that's gross.

So, what's it like to live
with Jeremiah and Conrad?

- Yeah.
- Conrad's so mysterious.

Hello, debutantes.

A few small housekeeping bits
I'd like to go over.

We have a lot
to look forward to this season.

Now, I understand
some of you might think

that debbing is outdated.

It's something you're doing
to appease your families.

But the Cousins Debutante Ball
is a part of history.

Venerated, yet ever evolving,

it's a tradition you'll someday
pass on to your own daughters.

It's a formal marking
of this passage of time

between your teenage years
and your adulthood.

One ends, and the other begins.

It's a journey generations of women

before you have taken.

Women who you can learn from
and who can inspire you.

Debs, at each table
is a big sister

who will guide you
through the season.

So, please introduce yourselves.

Hey, little sis.

Hey.

Honestly, my parents
made me do it last year

because, you know, like, all the
women in my family have done it.

But my big sis was great,

and I actually ended up
having a lot of fun.

So just don't be nervous.

Okay? Do you want some?

Um, no, thanks, I'm good,
but, uh, I'll be right back.

- Oh. Okay.
- Sorry.

What is that about?

Cam.

Belly. What are you doing here?

- Uh...
- Wait. Are you a deb?

Yeah, I guess, technically, yes.

Cool. Nice.

I-I went down to the marina
yesterday, but, uh, your boat

- had already left.
- Seriously? Man.

Yeah. If you'd looked back
toward the pier,

you would've seen
a-a sweaty version of me

looking wistfully
toward your boat.

Well, we never want you
to be wistful.

You know, I think it's too late.
The wistfulness has set in.

- No.
- No. I might be wistful forever.

Okay, well, do you think
going to a drive-in movie

with me tonight might help
with the wistfulness?

Yeah, I think it would.

Cool.

Uh, you know what?
Let me give you this.

You can put your information.

Um...

I think that should be good.

- Sweet. Yay. Cool.
- There you go.

- So, I'll see you later.
- Okay, yeah. Bye.

Bye. Have fun. See you later.

You look really cute.

You are gonna have
so much fun tonight.

We're just going to see a movie.

You look nice, hon.

I can't believe
crop tops are back.

Remember how I thought I was

such hot shit in that baby tee
I wore freshman year?

Have fun tonight.

Are you not driving with us?

Um...

Didn't Belly tell you?
She has a date.

Sorry, Mom.

- Um, his name is Cam.
- Yeah, his mom works at the club.

Really nice boy, very smart.

Like, Harvard smart.

It's fine.

Of course you can go.
I've dragged you to enough

of these book parties
over the years.

Have a great date.

Thanks.

Do we need to talk
about consent before you go?

Mom.

I kind of wish I weren't going
to this party, either.

- No offense.
- Quit being such a Debbie Downer.

You'll get inspired again.
I know it.

Maybe I said all I have to say.

Maybe I don't have any books
left in me anymore.

You haven't done anything
since your divorce.

You got to get out there,
replenish the well, have fun.

Go to parties.

Come on.

Full team, full team,
full team.

Okay, I'm coming,
coming right now.

Wait. You see one?

- Cracked one, cracked one.
- Nice. - Got him.

See you guys later.

Damn!

Are you kidding? No.

Yeah, fine, just abandon
the game completely, Jere.

You... look... hot.

Hey, hey, hey,
stop flirting with my sister.

- Shut up, Steven.
- No, you shut up.

Well, you look good, though.

You driving with,
or are you meeting us there?

I'm not going
to the book party.

I'm going to the drive-in.

With who?

- Dude, dude, focus. Come on.
- Um...

Uh, okay. Bye.

All right,
let me catch you up.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You look... less wistful.

I, uh... I-I feel less wistful.

Okay, good.

What movie are we seeing?

Uh, it's some old movie
called, uh, Sabrina.

Audrey Hepburn?
Two brothers? That Sabrina?

- I think, so. Yeah.
- Yeah? I-I love that movie.

- It got really great reviews.
- Oh, cool. I'm-I'm sure it did.

- It's really good.
- Yeah? Good.

Yeah.

And as
had been traditional

on Long Island
for the past 30 years,

the Larrabees were
giving a party.

It never rained on the night
of the Larrabee party.

The Larrabees wouldn't
have stood for it.

There were four Larrabees
in all:

father, mother and two sons.

Maude and Oliver Larrabee
were married in 1906,

and among
their many wedding presents

was a townhouse in New York
and this estate for weekends.

Are you sure you don't want
something to drink or...?

- Yeah, I'm okay, thanks.
- Yeah.

Linus Larrabee,
the elder son,

graduated from Yale,
where his classmates voted him

the man most likely to leave
his alma mater $50 million.

His brother David

went through several
of the best Eastern colleges

for short periods of time,

and through several marriages

for even shorter periods
of time.

He is now a successful
six-goal polo player

and is listed
on Linus's tax return

as a $600 deduction.

Life was pleasant
among the Larrabees,

for this was as close to heaven
as one could get on Long Island.

Don't drop it.

You can do it, all right?

Thank you.

I really liked it.

- You read my book?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I thought it was,
uh, really interesting

how you made, um, Iris
an unreliable narrator.

In what way?

Just, uh, how the story
she was telling us

about her marriage, I mean, so
clearly wasn't the real story.

I'm not sure that's entirely true,

but okay.

Great to meet you,
Cleveland.

- Can't wait for the next one.
- Yeah. You, too.

So, what is the next one?

It's mainly about sailing.

Yeah, it's sort of
a modern epic.

You sail?

Are you surprised?
Is that...?

Kind of. I thought you were,
like, a Brooklyn hipster.

- Ooh.
- Do people say "hipster" anymore?

No.

But you're right.
I don't sail.

You know, I am trying to learn.

You know, I like...

I like to write about things
I know nothing about,

to completely immerse myself
in new worlds.

And the problem is...
I am completely lost at sea.

You see that boy over there?

Oh, yeah, the one who's been
pounding chardonnay all night.

- Yeah.
- Oh, Conrad?

Come over here.

Conrad, this is Cleveland.

He's writing a book
about sailing

but also knows nothing
about sailing.

Conrad's a great sailor.

You won a regatta
last year, right?

Came in second, but...

Ah.

So, uh, do you teach?

You know, I could, uh,
use some lessons.

So... yeah.

Did my mom put you up to this?

What? Why?

Typical.

A man of few words?

Apparently.

Um, here you go.

- Oh, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, this shit is
so boring. Can we go somewhere?

Yeah. Where?

We could go into town,
I don't know,

buy some weed from that guy
with the Rainbow Dash tattoo?

Nah, he got arrested
last summer.

- Oh, shit. Really?
- Yeah.

Yeah,
we could go to the drive-in.

Dude, gross. No, I-I don't want
to watch Belly hooking up

with some kid
in the back seat of a minivan.

Yo, actually...

let's go to the drive-in.

Wait. Like... like, really?

Yeah. Why not?

- Yeah. Yeah!
- All right, bro.

You're driving.

- Oh, yes.
- Guys...

Get up. Come on.

Can, um...
can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

Why marine biology?

Well, why not?

I just... I feel like
it was a, um,

a phase that everyone goes
through when they're little,

but y-you stuck with it.

Yeah.

There's a jellyfish
with Benjamin Button's disease.

How do you say
in French...?

- What?
- Yup.

Scientists think it's immortal.

But nobody knows why, though.

This thing could be, like,
the cure for cancer,

but how do you harness
jellyfish cells?

I-I don't know. How do you?

I don't know either.

Nobody does. It's nuts.

And, um, eels?

Nobody knows how eels reproduce.

- Seriously.
- Hmm.

The fact that eels exist, it's
just, like, a complete anomaly.

- Really?
- Yeah. It's wild.

And people don't know,
you know, what's at the bottom

of the Mariana Trench
either, so...

So many inexplicable things
about the ocean.

I want to be able
to explain them, some of them.

- Totally.
- Sure.

Why are you looking
at me that way?

All night long,
I've had the most

terrible impulse
to do something.

Well, never resist
an impulse, Sabrina,

especially if it's terrible.

I'm going to do it.

Before last night,
I'd only kissed boys

during spin the bottle,
not in real life,

not because
we both really want it,

but the way I feel right now,

this is what
everyone talks about.

Hey, could you, um,
grab me that drink, actually?

Maybe like a-a Cherry Coke
or something else?

Yeah, it's no problem.
Sounds good.

- Thank you. Yeah.
- Yeah, I'll be right back.

Thanks.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?!

Uh, just catching the end
of our favorite movie.

- I mean...
- You have no right! You have to go!

Oh, Belly, relax.
We-we were just joking around.

Steven, if you don't leave,
I swear to God

I will send everyone in this car
your Dramione fanfic.

You wouldn't.

Oh, he spent an entire chapter
talking about Draco's wand.

- Bro.
- Oh, my God.

- Steven, come on.
- You know, don't be embarrassed, man. Draco's hot.

- Drop it. Drop it.
- Hey, seriously?

Please leave.

...or fallen through.

Let me put it this way.

- All right, let's go, guys.
- What? - Wait. What?

- Are you kidding me?
- Steven, drive the car.

You were the one
who wanted to come, Conrad.

I seem to have missed
something here.

Would you mind starting
all over again?

Now, Miss McCardle.

Elizabeth, I hate to have
to break the news to you,

but at this very moment,
your fianc� David Larrabee...

Is late, as usual.

No problem.
Hi, how can I help you?

Hello, everybody.
Hello, darling.

Huzzah. Cherry Coke.

- Thank you so much.
- For you. No problem.

I heard there was
a board meeting going on.

- How is it?
- It's good.

Sabrina?
Who's Sabrina?

That name, that name.

She's on the boat,
I guess.

What are you up to, hon?

Uh...

yeah, you know,
just video games.

Don't stay up too late.

You've got work early
in the morning tomorrow.

All right, Mom. Promise.

Had a really good time tonight.

Did you, also?

Yeah.
No, I had a really...

I had a really great time, yeah.

I think I was just
dehydrated before.

Okay.

Are you... hydrated now?

Yeah, very.

I don't want
this night to be over.

Uh, can I, uh...?

Would it be cool to you if...?

- Can I?
- Yeah, yes. Yeah.

- Uh... Yup.
- Oh, yeah. Good idea.

- Thank you. I just...
- Don't need those.

* She rings my bell *

* I got gym class
in half an hour *

* Oh, how she rocks *

* In Keds and tube socks *

* But she doesn't know
who I am *

* And she doesn't give
a damn about me *

* 'Cause I'm just
a teenage dirtbag, baby *

* Yeah, I'm just
a teenage dirtbag, baby *

* Listen to Iron Maiden,
baby, with me...

Oh.

Steven, I-I know
it's kind of lame,

but I think
we'd have fun together.

Will you be my date
to the deb ball?

Uh...

Uh, yeah.

* My ass if he knew the truth...

Yeah. Yeah, definitely.

* And he drives an IROC *

* But he doesn't know
who I am *

* And he doesn't give
a damn about me *

- Exactly. Cool.
- * 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby *

- Bye. Good night.
- Bye. Good night.

* Yeah, I'm just
a teenage dirtbag, baby *

* Listen to Iron Maiden...

- Bye.
- Bye.

* Baby, with me *

* Ooh *

- Sweet dreams.
- Bye.

* Oh, yeah, dirtbag * *

How was your hot date?

Excuse me?

Okay, relax. We were just
having a little fun.

You guys are assholes.

Belly, come on.

All I wanted was to go
to a drive-in with a guy

that I think is-is cute
and sweet,

and... and you guys had
to come and ruin it.

And us showing up, for, like,
two minutes ruined that, really?

Grow up, Belly.

Why couldn't you let me
have this one thing?

Huh? Admit it.

You knew what you were doing.

What? What was I doing?

Reminding me that you existed.

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

You cared where I was,
who I was with.

No, I didn't. I don't care.

- Stop lying!
- Stop being such a baby!

Oh, and you're such an adult?

You spent your Saturday night
crashing my first date for fun.

Fine. Fine. Forget it.

Why don't you go smoke
some more pot?

Why don't you go look
in the mirror some more?

I wonder if this is
the way all crushes die.

With a whimper, slowly,
and then, just like that, gone.

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