EPHRAM: Bubba?
AMY: Just testing one out.
[Ephram sighs and then heads for the bathroom.]
[Cut to him checking his hair in the mirror. The doors of the three cubicles behind him simultaneously open as Bright and two of his friends exit.]
BRIGHT: Well howdy, loser!
EPHRAM: You guys choreograph the bathroom stall exit and I'm the loser?
BRIGHT: I see you're still getting cozy with my little sis. I thought I told you once she's spoken for.
EPHRAM: Spoken for? Hey Bright, the fifties called. They want their lingo back.
[Bright and his buddies chuckle and walk towards Ephram forcing him back into a wall.]
BRIGHT: As soon as Colin finds out about you, he's gonna kick your sorry ass.
EPHRAM: Well, I figure I might have a slight advantage over him. You know, seeing as I'm conscious.
[Bright puts his hand on Ephram's chest, nudging him against the wall.]
BRIGHT: Watch what you say, little man. Another comment like that, Colin's not gonna be the only one in a coma.
EPHRAM: You know, statistically, I'm not that little. But according to every chart I've ever seen, you're still a moron.
BRIGHT: Oh, you may think I'm a moron. You may be right. When it comes to my sister Amy, I'm a genius and she's playing you, dude. Soon as she gets your daddy fixing up Colin, she's not even going to be looking at you anymore. Just remember I said that.
[They exit leaving Ephram looking shattered.]
{COMMERCIAL BREAK}
[The scene opens on an external view of Everwood Elementary as a class bell rings.]
[Cut to Delia's classroom. She's sitting at the back of the class.]
MISS VIOLET: And that, children, is how Ronald Reagan saved the world from the evil empire.
[Delia raises her hand.]
MISS VIOLET: Yes, Delia, what is it now?
DELIA: [standing] I can't see the board as well from here. Can I move up front?
MISS VIOLET: Is there something wrong with your eyes?
DELIA: No.
MISS VIOLET: Then, why do you need to sit up front?
DELIA: To hear you better.
MISS VIOLET: Oh, you have a hearing difficulty?
DELIA: No.
MISS VIOLET: I'm sorry, Delia. I don't understand.
DELIA: I just like to sit close.
MISS VIOLET: In this class, the boys sit in the front rows and the girls sit in the other rows.
DELIA: [sarcastically] You mean the back rows.
MISS VIOLET: Yes. Now, if everyone will turn in their reading books to page 86...
[Delia raises her hand again.]
DELIA: Do we ever switch?
MISS VIOLET: Excuse me?
DELIA: Do the boys and girls ever switch?
MISS VIOLET: No.
DELIA: Then, I'd like to sit up front, please.
MISS VIOLET: I see. Well, to do that, you'd have to be a boy. You're not suggesting that you really are a boy, Delia, are you?
[Miss Violet and the kids laugh as Delia looks defeated and sits down]
