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She emarges. He hands her the paper he was working on. It is her O-chem lab.
WILL
I couldn't wait till tomorrow.
SKYLAR
How the hell did you do that?
WILL
Didn't your mother ever tell you not
to look a gift horse n the mouth?
SKYLAR
I'm supposed to understand this.
WILL
You're not going into surgery tomorrow
are you?
SKYLAR
No.
WILL
Then let's go have some fun.
With a smile, she relents.