Private Practice
Private Practice

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Oceanside And Too Many Babies
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This week we open with an aerial shot of an amusement park (pardon my East-Coast ignorance, but I think it's Santa Monica Pier), to let us know that this episode is going to be one crazy roller-coaster ride! Okay, that's not the first image that comes to my mind, but I guess a garbage dump wouldn't look so pretty from the air. We then find Addison at the clinic, busying herself in an exam room as the Fine Young Cannibals' "Good Thing" plays jauntily in the background. Pete walks in and leans against a wall. Addison greets him, and he remains moodily silent, so she says, "What?" In case you forgot what happened at the end of the last episode, Pete offers a quick recap: "You kissed me. And then you walked away." Addison smiles a smug little smile. "Messing with your head, huh?" she taunts, and he guesses this means, "It was a revenge kiss." She tells him that she didn't intend to screw with him, but she has been enjoying watching him squirm ever since. Pete responds by grabbing Addison forcefully, hoisting her onto a nearby counter and sucking her face. Lucky for him, she enjoys this treatment. The music bumps up as they make out, and after a few gropey moments, Pete pulls away and whispers, "I think we should stop kissing." Addison's face falls. She lets out a sad-puppy whimper. Then she realizes he means they should stop just kissing, and she brightens: "Oh." Pete's rationale is, "Come on, what are we, 12?" Addison breathes, "No, we definitely are not..." Not physically, anyway. However, that supposed maturity is why she's resisting becoming another of Pete's casual conquests. Pete thinks they should just "see how it goes...tonight," and another kiss from his fancy lips is all the encouragement Addy needs. The music vamps on as they smooch, and then stops abruptly as Dell opens the exam-room door. He sees Pete and Addy in their compromising position and gives them a fabulously patronizing smile. They try to come up with an excuse for why they're pressed against each other, out of breath and flushed about the lips, and Dell just keeps grinning at this pathetic display. "Locked in the old Dell Vault," he says, pointing to his blond surfer head. As he walks away, he adds, "Your patients are here." Left alone, Pete and Addy giggle about being locked in the "Dell Vault," that repository of women's-studies buzzwords, encyclopedic knowledge of the female anatomy, repressed memories of childhood abuse, and detailed fantasies about Naomi.

In the Oceanside kitchen, Violet opens the fridge and pulls out a black-as-pitch banana.

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