The Screen Door Slams. Again.

To paraphrase our young friend Owen, I think I see where TB is going with this. By staging The Kiss on the porch of the suddenly bustling Moore Manor, our lovebirds will be repeatedly thwarted by that swingin’ screen door. Oh, you madcap kids.

Unlike Jessica, I wasn’t in the AV club in high school, but I’m pretty sure that a legit Documentary Filmmaker would carry her camera in a bag, instead of charging about with the damn thing tucked under her arm. “Look at me! I’m a Doucmentary Filmmaker!”