Annie comes back and reads aloud the extremely unfortunate title of RevCam's novel: Lover, Can You Hear Me? This makes me think RevCam has written a wicked parody of a truly bad romance novel -- something I've always wanted to do. Apparently, that's not the case, though. While Annie assumes that the novel is "smut," Eric explains that he was "using the physical relationship between the hero and the heroine as a parallel to the spiritual relationship between man and God." Heh. Good one, RevCam. I can't wait to see how you explain the Holy Trinity.
Down on the Promenade, Simon and Cecilia are tainting the sanctity of Sunday by discussing s-e-x. They're planning on having it; they just haven't discussed it with their parents yet. That's right -- they're planning to talk to their folks about it. That's all well and good, except for the part where they think their parents are going to give them permission. First of all, the age of consent in California is eighteen. Parents have no legal right to give their kids permission to break that law. Secondly, the idea of Simon approaching RevCam -- the man who positively freaked when he thought twenty-one-year-old Dopey might be banging his fiancée -- is one of the funniest things I have ever heard. Oh, wait. Scratch that -- here's something even funnier. Cecilia maintains that their parental units will condone the intended sexual activity because she and Simon have good grades and part-time jobs. Huh? Am I missing something here? Cecilia reminds Simon that the school counselor they discussed this with suggested they approach their parents. Well, what the hell do you expect a school counselor to say? Simon reminds Cecilia that they've also "read the pamphlets and watched the movie." Wait. There are pamphlets about it? Really? Or is Simon confusing it with something from the '50s entitled "Puberty and You!"? I don't even want to think about what kind of "movie" they saw. And did they even think to read RevCam's steamy novel? The point is that none of this even comes close to explaining why these two dolts think their parents will be happy to know they're getting it on. All I know is that I haven't laughed this hard in a long time. It really doesn't help that Cecilia is saying all this in her stupid little-girl voice, or that Simon's hair is totally slicked back. But even without those factors, the dialogue itself would be enough. When Cecilia says, "We don't want to sneak around or anything childish like that," it gives me an unfortunate mental image: