INT. THE MCDOWELL'S LIVING ROOM — LATER

The doorbell rings. Derek answers it and unleashes his charm.

DEREK

Date with Derek reservations?

Kristy smiles, bubbling with anticipation.

KRISTY

Yes, please.

DEREK

That'll be ten bucks.

Kristy hands over the cash.

DEREK

Right this way...(checking his phone)Kristy.

Kristy giggles as she enters.

DEREK (CONT'D)

Welcome to the McDowell residence. I am your date Derek, at your service. What date would you prefer this morning?

Derek turns to a chalkboard that lists the possible date choices: Movie, Breakfast, the Breakfast and a Movie Combo or, the Special of the Day, Chatting on the Back Porch Swing. Kristy thinks it over.

KRISTY

Let's go with breakfast.

DEREK

Excellent choice. This way, please.

He extends his elbow. Kristy gladly takes hold of it and Derek ushers her into the kitchen.

INT. MCDOWELL KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS

The table is draped with red cloth and in the center a single rose sits in a crystal vase. Two steel dome covered plates sit on opposite sides of the table. Derek pulls out Kristy's chair and helps her in before taking his seat. He lifts the steel domes to reveal matching glazed, cinnamon rolls. Kristy takes in the atmosphere.

KRISTY

It's so nice that you're doing this for charity.

DEREK

It's a cause very close to my heart.

Kristy looks sadly at her plate.

KRISTY

My ex-boyfriend Jim never did anything like this for me.

DEREK

His mistake.

Kristy looks away shyly. The doorbell rings.

DEREK

One second.

Derek returns to the living room.

INT. MCDOWELL LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Derek opens the front door.

DEREK

I know you're eager to date me, but Kristy...

A big mean faced, beefy guy stands outside the door. He cracks his hamburger-sized fists.

JIM

Kristy is what?

DEREK

You must be Jim. Here's some advice. Kristy's moved on. It's time for you to do the same.

JIM

Or what?

EXT. MCDOWELL LAWN – MOMENTS LATER

Jim lies face down on the grass. Derek stands over him brushing off his hands.

DEREK

Thanks for dropping by.

Derek shuts the door.

EXT. BASKETBALL COURT– LATER

Luke demonstrates the correct handling of a basketball to a tiny kid named Melvin.

LUKE

Make sure your hands are in the proper positions then shoot.

Luke shoots the ball straight into the hoop. He jogs to retrieve it and hands it to Melvin.

LUKE (CONT'D)

You try.

Melvin grips the ball as best as he can. He swings his arms behind him and the ball slips from his grasp smacking Luke in the head.

LUKE

That was good, but try aiming in front of you.

Melvin tries again and again hits Luke in the face. Melvin sadly watches the ball roll away.

MELVIN

Sorry, Luke. Maybe I should just give up.

Luke kneels down in front of Melvin.

LUKE

I know what's bothering you. You think you're too small to ever by good at this, right?

Melvin hangs his head.

MELVIN

Yeah.

LUKE

It's okay. Even if you were the tiniest person, you can still become the greatest player in the world. You know why?

MELVIN

Why?

LUKE

Because it doesn't start with height. It starts in here.

Luke points at Melvin's heart.

MELVIN

So I can be as good as you?

LUKE

With a lot of practice, you could be better than me. Are you ready to try again?

MELVIN

I think so.

LUKE

That's what I'm talking about.

Luke places the ball in Melvin's hands. Melvin focuses intensely on the hoop. Luke jumps ahead of him to get out of the way. With a grunt, Melvin thrusts the ball forward and it slams Luke in the face. Luke falls to the ground.

MELVIN

Sorry!

INT. LINDSEY'S LIVING ROOM – Later

Craig sits on the sofa with Lindsey reading from his textbook.

CRAIG

If y is 8 then x equals?

Craig looks up at Lindsey, waiting for her answer.

Lindsey

Four?

CRAIG

Close. Fifteen. But that's why they're called practice problems.

LINDSEY

I know I can do this. This next one I will totally get.

She works on the problem and Craig stares at her, admiringly.

LINDSEY

Done.

Craig blinks out of his trance and gives her his full attention.

LINDSEY (CONT'D)

Y equals 10.

CRAIG

So that would make x?

LINDSEY

2?

CRAIG

Yes! See, all it took was a little patience.

LINDSEY

And a very smart tutor who happens to be equally cute.

Craig's mouth opens, but he freezes up unable to get a single word out.

LINDSEY

Are you okay?

CRAIG

(high-pitched) Yeah.

He clears his throat and gets back to work.

CRAIG (CONT'D)

Onto number seven.

A Chihuahua moves over to the couch.

CRAIG

Aw. Who's this little guy?

Lindsey scratches the dog.

LINDSEY

This is Snippy. You want to say hi, Snips?

CRAIG

Hey, little guy.

Craig bends down to pet him and Snippy nips his finger.

CRAIG

Ow! Uh, maybe we should put Snippy away.

LINDSEY

He's just having fun. Isn't that right, Snips?

Snippy growls at Craig baring all of his tiny, razor sharp teeth. Craig gulps.

CRAIG

Nice Snippy.

Snippy barks and Craig runs away. Snippy chases after him.

CRAIG

Nice Snippy!