(door opens)
- What are you doing here?
(upbeat rock music)
(bell rings)
- Hey, Kyler.
(lunch tray clatters)
Why don't you shut the hell up
and stop being such an asshole?
- [Crowd] Ooh.
- Want another beat down, Rhea?
(Miguel grunts)
(suspenseful music)
I'm ready for your lame-ass karate this time.
(table rattles)
- It's not lame-ass karate.
(grunts)
It's Cobra Kai.
(grunts)
(upbeat rock music)
(crashes)
(crowd cheers)
(birds chirp)
(chimes rattle)
- Oh, hey.
- Hi.
Sorry, I was looking for my Mr. LaRusso.
He's been training me back here in the dojo.
- Then I should thank you.
He tried roping me into it.
- So, you must be the daughter he talks about all the time.
- I would hope so.
I'm Samantha.
- Robby.
(bell rings)
- This move is really hard,
so if you don't get it on the first time, don't feel bad.
(grunts)
(chuckles)
Holy shit, Sam, that was amazing.
What are you-
- Sensei Sam.
You know, this may be the best date I've ever been on.
- Really? 'Cause technically this isn't a date.
- Right, not a date.
(upbeat music)
- So, what you like better today?
The heat or the cold?
- You know, they both have their pluses and minuses
but if I had to pick one I'd say...
room temp.
(both chuckle)
- That wasn't an option.
- What about you?
- I like the heat.
- I thought we weren't...
- We weren't.
(soft guitar music)
(bell rings)
- Okay, the app is downloaded.
What type of women are you looking to meet?
Super hot babes. Dumb question.
Okay, what are your likes?
- My likes?
What am I supposed to say? Long walks on the beach?
I like muscle cars, martial arts, and "Iron Eagle."
And "Iron Eagle II."
- Why aren't you texting this down?
Computer dating was your idea.
- Look, you have to take this seriously.
- It used to be simple.
Find a chick at a bar, bump into her hard but not too hard-
pretty hard-
then you buy her beer.
- Yeah, no.
- Tried and true, Diaz.
That's how the cavemen did it.
- Robby, what happened? Are you okay?
- Yeah, I just twisted my ankle a little bit.
It should be fine
but I may have a hard time on my skateboard.
- Robby sprained his ankle; he needs a ride home.
So, drop him off and come right back, okay?
- Yeah. Sure. Okay.
Come on.
(door shuts)
Do you need some help?
- No, I just need to walk it off.
(chuckles)
Oh, there it is. All better.
- Wait, did you just pull a Keyser Soze?
(laughs)
- You said you were a prisoner; I figured I'd break you out.
(bell rings)
- Pick me up at eight.
- Yeah, totally. Okay.
I have a bike.
- Okay, then I'll pick you up.
- [Miguel] Okay, yeah.
(rock music)
(bell rings)
(bell dings)
(bell rings)
♪ Young hearts beat fast ♪
♪ Driving down the road ♪
♪ Rubber, plastic, metal, glass ♪
♪ Why did you have to go ♪
- [Sam] Oh, my God! What the heck?
Oh, my gosh.
(shutter clicks)
- Still up too, huh?
- Too much adrenaline.
(chuckles)
Do you want a s'more?
- Never say no to free marshmallows.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Are you making a s'more with a peanut butter cup?
- I call them Sam-mores.
I'm kind of a genius.
- Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(blows)
(bell rings)
- So convenient!
And it's- You get out of here!
- Miguel, stop it!
- Hey man, you wanna try that again?
- I'll try it again.
- Don't.
(grunts)
- Sam, Sam, I'm sorry.
- God, you assholes!
What the hell was that?
My dad was right about Cobra Kai.
Good luck at the tournament.
I won't be there.
- I'm sorry.
(yells)
(dramatic music)
- Miguel!
(upbeat rock music)