Jonathon: Somebody help me!

Dodd: Come on, Jonny, you gotta hold your breath longer than that if you ever wanna make the team! Hey, somebody time him!

He shoves Jonathon's head back into the tub. Suddenly a hand appears on his shoulder and pulls him up, raising his short sleeve in the process. He has a tattoo of a mean-faced shark smoking a cigar on his upper arm.

Dodd: Hey!

BUFFY: Nice tat. What, they ran out of Tweety bird?

Dodd: Hey, what's your problem?

Cameron: (chuckles) You had it coming to you, bro.

Gage: Chill, dude. A bunch of us are gonna take a little night dip down on the beach. You in?

Dodd: Whatever.

BUFFY: (to Jonathan) Hey, let's, let's get you a towel.

Jonathon: No. Why don't you mind your own business? I can handle this without your help. (leaves)

BUFFY: (sighs) See? It's fun to hang out with me.

written by: David Fury & Elin Hampton; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/32gofish.html