Matt, driving home at night. He passes by Applebee's and notices Julie coming out the front door. He swings into the parking lot and asks if she needs a ride. She hops in. Matt tells her that he went to see his mom, and it seems like Julie knows the whole Matt-Mom score. She's like, "Wow." He tells her he's an emancipated minor, and she tells him that she thinks that sounds kind of hot. She wonders if now he can vote and drink and smoke and rent cars. Matt is like, "Uh, no. It means I get to take care of old people." Julie laughs and takes back the "hot" declaration. They sort of stare at each other for a bit, until Julie freaks out and bangs on the dash, telling him to stop the car. They get out, and she tells Matt that the car in the driveway is the one she's saving up to buy. Julie waxes ridiculously poetic for a second, "She's beautiful, isn't she?" and Matt is like "It's a Celica." Julie works in a snarky reference to Matt's engine-dropping Dodge Dart. They stand there, leaning against the car, looking kind of awkwardly at one another and then back at the car. Ah, teen love triangulated through a car. Which is actually so true. It is so much easier to make out and get into trouble when one of you has a car. So, here's to Julie coming out of character purgatory (not quite there yet) and to some long-awaited Saracen hanky-panky not involving a live-in nurse.
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