Bethany: Hey, I'm home!
Noah: Hey, there she is.
Timmy: How was your trip?
Bethany: Great. What's all this stuff?
Noah: Oh, you know, just a little fan mail. Went ahead and sorted it out by country.
Bethany: Are you serious?
Timmy: Yup. And apparently, you are very popular in Madagascar.
Bethany: No way.
Noah: "Dear Bethany. My name is Stephanie Bolt, I'm 11 years old and I go to Northcross Intermediate School in New Zealand."
Bethany: People are so amazing. There's an eighth grader from North Carolina, who lost his arm. Logan, and he says he's gonna try out for his school soccer team because of me. And he's rooting for me in my next competition. I mean, I don't understand, I totally blew it at regionals. Why would they want me to compete?
Mom: You tried. And apparently, Dylan and Stephanie like that.
Bethany: Hey, Dad. I need your help.
Dad: Name it.
Bethany: I think I want to compete.
Dad: You sure? You don't have to.
Bethany: I'll take it heat by heat.
Bethany: So we need to figure out something. Some way so when I duck dive, I don't get pounded.
Dad: Yeah. You mean something like this?
Mom: You sure she can use it in competition?
Dad: Sure. Judges don't score on how you get out to the waves. They only care what you do when you catch one. Go ahead, say it. I'm a genius.
Mom: You are...
Dad: Come on, say it.
Dad: Tom, you're a genius!
Mom: You're very smart.
Dad: Genius. Come on, you know it.
Mom: You're cute. You're very cute.
Dad: Genius. Genius.
Alana: Hey. Hey. Remember me?
Alana: That's really nice.
Bethany: Best friends since birth, nothing. No. Nothing. Good. Good sign. Hey, thanks for coming.
Alana: Thanks for calling. I'm sorry I snapped at you at regionals.
Bethany: Me, too.
Alana: I miss you.
Bethany: Me, too.
Bethany: Of course.
Keoki: Hey, Bethany! I saw you surfing out there this morning. You were amazing.
Bethany: Maybe for a girl with one arm.
Keoki: By any standard. As for one arm, that just levels the playing field.
Bethany: All right, all right. What do you want?
Keoki: I want you to dominate at nationals.
Bethany: Hey, Keoki, thanks.
Keoki: For what?
Bethany: Just for always showing up for me, no matter what.
Keoki: Well, it's because I care about you. I mean, even if you did miss my last competition and all.
Bethany: I was in the hospital you psycho.
Keoki: Excuses, excuses. Bethany, I'm sorry. I wasn't even...
Bethany: Gotcha. Sucker!