Theresa and Ryan walk down the coastline at sunset. The eat ice cream, which he identifies as "Balboa Bars." When she tells him, "It's just ice cream," he insists that there is no such thing as "just ice cream in Newport," then lists off a several of Newport's oddities: auto spas, doggy day care, and valet parking at fashion island. Still, Theresa says, it's beautiful; she can see why he wanted to start over here. He asks if that's why she came to Newport, but she insists that she can't start over because she has her mother, brother, and Eddie to think about. Ryan expresses surprise that she's still with Eddie, and she reveals that they're taking time apart to see if they really belong together. He says he's going through the same thing with Marissa; they're trying to be friends, but it hasn't been easy. She hopefully asks, "Like this?" She then breaks the tension by laughingly claiming that it's because she never really liked Ryan. The sun sets, and the camera lingers on the two walking together in orange light. It could be cheesy, but it's surprisingly not, as far as orange sunset shots go (which have to be calculated on their very own scale of cheesiness).

In her bedroom, Summer fusses with the covers and asks if Seth needs to stretch so that he won't "pull a hammy" or is he ready for his workout? And why is she making the bed if they're about to have sex? Seth declares that he needs to take a stand: "This whole separation of the public and private spheres" isn't working for him. Summer starts whining about how she feels, but he cuts her off to return to the Bennifer analogy: "One day, you know, you might have a series of MTV-driven radio hits and then, you know, a little moderately priced teen clothing line; I could get offered twenty million dollars to portray a blind superhero in a red leather unitard," but until then, as long as they're "faceless nobodies" living in obscurity, he can't acknowledge her privately if she won't acknowledge him publicly. He tells her to let him know when she's ready to bargain, but until then, she should consider him on strike. She snits that he'll be crossing his own picket line in no time, and he leaves her with a fist in the air and a declaration of "Fight the power!" She pelts him with a stuffed animal.