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- You had a one-night stand?
- I know.

I've never done anything
like that before.

You know those girls
that are, like, confident?

- Yeah, I hate them.
- Me too.

- I just pretended
to be one of them.

Okay, I walked right up to him
and decided to be that bitch!

- I don't know.

I still think sex is better

when it's
with someone you love,

and it's an expression
of your commitment.

- Ow, damn it!
- That is so boring, Kimberly.

I'm with you, Whitney.
Sex is better with strangers.

- End of story.
- That is not what I said.

- What?
- First of all, good morning.

And second of all,
where were you last night?

- Oh, my God, she had
a one-night stand too!

Fuck, I'm so lame.

You ditched us last night,

and you ignored 20 texts
from Kimberly.

- And I'm on
a limited data plan.

- They still have those?
- Uh, yeah. They do.

And so, now if someone
texts me, what do I do?

I have to respond
with an email

or just hope
that I run into them.

- Okay, look, I know that
we are all roommates,

but that does not mean
that I have to tell you

where I'm going
and what I'm doing.

Okay, we literally met,
like, three days ago.

I don't even remember
your last names.

- Well, my last name,
it's Finkle--Kimberly Finkle.

And last night,
Kimberly Finkle was worried

that Leighton Murray
got human-trafficked.

- Okay, Kim.
- What? It happens.

- They snatch girls.
- Okay.

Okay. You're right.
I get it.

I understand that as a pretty,
blonde woman, I am a target.

- How did this become
a compliment to you?

- From now on, I will tell you
when I am not coming home

but no more details
beyond that, okay?

No, I will not agree to that.

I came to college to hear
about my roommates' sexploits,

so sit down and tell us
who was inside you!

- Ugh!
- Bela.

No!

- Why am I the only fun
one around here?

- I'm so excited that classes
are finally starting.

- Oh, God, you were, like,
valedictorian or some shit.

- Weren't you?
- I was.

And the salutatorian's GPA
wasn't even close.

- What classes are you taking?
- I literally don't even know.

I just signed up for anything
that started with "intro."

Oh, I'm over there.
I'll catch you later, okay?

- Bye!
- Bye!

- Oh, hi!
Leighton's brother, Nico!

Hey.

- Morning.
- Morning. Happy FDOC.

- Huh?
- First day of classes.

Oh, right.

- So how was the rest
of your night?

- It got kind of nuts.
- Nice!

- Yeah, I drank way too much
and woke up somewhere

I definitely
shouldn't have been.

- You know how it goes.
- Yeah, for sure.

I'm always doing that.
I never wake up in my own bed.

Oh, shit,

are you taking French
Revolution and Romanticism?

- I am! Are you?
- No, I did last year.

- Oh.
- That class is legit, though.

You must really like French.

- I do.
It's kind of my best subject.

In high school, I won
a certificate that was signed

by the lieutenant governor
of Arizona, no big deal.

All right.

- Well, I'd better go.
- Okay.

Hey, Happy FDOC.

You remembered!

- Hello?

Okay, I'm hanging up.

- My daughter,
she goes to Essex!

- Okay, bye.
- No, no, no.

Don't hang up.
Don't hang up.

How are ya?
Are you loving it, or what?

- Yeah. I don't know.
It's fine.

What do you mean "fine"?

Honey, it's the first week
of college.

It's, like, probably the best
seven days of your whole life!

What are you talking about?

Did you make up
with Esme and Francesca yet?

- What? No, no, I don't even
think about them anymore.

They can live their lives,
and I can live mine.

- Well, that's great, honey.
I'm glad.

What else? Have you--have you
met any cute boys, or what?

- Yeah, a few.
I'm actually already pregnant,

and I have no idea
who the father is.

Honey, no, no, no.

What did we say
about that joke?

It is a joke, right?

- Look, I got to go,
but I love you, okay?

Okay. I love you too.

But seriously,
you were joking, right?

Seriously,
please don't get pregnant!

- Yeah! Aw.
- I love it so much.

Esme, Esme's roommate.

- Leighton, wait.
How have you been?

Francesca and I
were worried about you.

I have been amazing.

Actually, my new roommates
are phenomenal.

We all get along so well.

- Um, would you like
to sit with us?

- Oh, that's so sweet,
but actually,

a bunch of new friends I made
are saving me a seat.

Hi! Hey.

Yeah, they're so cute,
but thank you.

- Well, I am happy
you're doing well.

- Same.
Same to you.

I'll see you both
at graduation?

If you make it!

Welcome to Math 350.

We're going to start today off
with a quick assessment test.

Yay.

- All right. Nice pass.
Switch it.

Jena to Whitney.
Come on. Get clear.

Nice!

Hey!

- That's you, Jena!
That's you!

- Go, go, go, go, go!
- Over here!

Here, here!

Oh! Motherfucker!

Sorry. My bad.

- What the hell
kind of a shot was that?

I was open.

You have a fucking wife?!

- Okay, I swear.
I was going to tell you.

- When, Dalton? When?
When we were fucking

on your sofa, or when
we were fucking in your car?

- It's complicated.
Michelle and I have been

- having problems, and so--
- Oh, you have?

Oh, my God.
Is one of you cheating?

- I'm trying to be honest
with you right now!

- Oh, you want honesty?
Okay, you're a fucking creep.

I'm a fucking catch.
Never speak to me again.

Whitney, please stop.

Michelle and I haven't
slept together in months.

We're barely
married anymore, okay?

I think what you and I have
is real.

Please don't throw it away
because I haven't found

the right time
to end things with her.

- Do whatever you want.
You and I are done.

- Will you just not--
- And this better not

- affect my playing time!
- Okay, okay.

Fuck.

Bonjour.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

Kimberly.

- I think this class
is too advanced for you.

I suggest that you drop it.

- What? But French
is my best subject.

I--I know
I didn't do great today,

but I can catch up.
I'm--I'm sure of it.

- Well, ultimately
the decision is yours,

but I promise
I am suggesting this

because it is best for you.

You are not ready.

- Welcome to the
to the Catullan.

You eight should be
proud of yourselves

for making it
through the first cut.

- You're officially funny.
- Or at least marginally

funnier than the unfunny people
who we've already cut.

- Hi, Bela Malhotra.
I've been working on this piece

where Billie Eilish raps
a warranty page

of a printer manual.
It goes like this.

- Well, I--I'm sorry.

Were our unspoken rules
not clear enough here?

New members aren't allowed
to pitch yet.

For the next six weeks,

you'll be interning
as our support staff.

- If I want Bark Thins
and a mocha,

you will get me Bark Thins
and a mocha.

And don't be cute
and try to write

a funny name on my cup.
You will be cut.

- Uh, I'm confused.
Are we not writers?

- Not yet. Those of you
who are still around in October

will submit your final pieces
for consideration.

- But, for now,
let's celebrate your small,

recent accomplishment and the
long, unrelenting road ahead

with a little bit of snacks
and chitchat.

- Hey, uh, Evangeline,
can I talk to you for a moment?

- Sure. I'll catch up
with you guys later.

- Yeah.
- Don't worry about it.

- Hey. I know you and I got
off on the wrong foot, and I--

I don't want things
to be weird between us.

I sent you an email,
apologizing.

- Did you get it?
- I did.

I thought I wrote you back.

Oh, maybe it got stuck
in my outbox.

It happens.

Ah, yep.
It did.

Okay.

- Here.
Just sent it!

Did you get it?

- I--I did.
- Great.

- Hey, so what did
you guys think

of your first day
of classes?

Like, was it easier
than you expected,

or harder,
or, like, way harder?

- Easier.
- Easy.

Easier, not harder?

- both: Easier.
- Yeah, yeah, I know.

I thought this place
was supposed to be hard,

but my public school education
definitely prepared me for it,

definitely.

Like, I'm gonna go
do my homework,

and I'll probably be done in,
like, four seconds.

But, you know, you've
just got to laugh, right?

Like, it's just--it's funny.

- Was that weird?
- Hmm?

Oh, I wasn't really listening.

- Uh, Miss Murray,
can I talk to you

about yesterday's
assessment test?

- Before you say anything,
you should know

that my father did pay
for this building.

Okay. Uh, noted.

What I was going to say
is that you got

the highest score
in the class.

Wait, really?

- I did the best?
- Yeah.

- Wow. I mean, I would have
thought everyone did well.

It was so stupid and easy.

- Mm, okay. Well,
that's kind of insulting.

Regardless, you need to be
in a much higher-level class.

Also, I want to increase
the number of women

in my seminar.

To one. So would you
consider moving up?

- Sure.
On one condition.

- Based on yesterday's
placement test,

one extraordinary student
has been selected

to join my advanced section,

and that student
is Leighton Murray.

She is a charming
and dynamic young woman

who seems like a wonderful
friend who you'd hate to lose.

Now we know that

she is objectively
the smartest person here.

Congrats, Leighton.

Hashtag,
on to bigger and better things.

- Hey, Jena.
I love those toe shoes.

Hey, Willow.

- Damn, that look she gave you
was true hatred.

I would have cried.

- What are you up to tonight?
- Nothing.

I'm doing nothing
in my apartment, by myself.

- Willow, why are you
being weird?

I am not being weird.

- You're totally being weird.
What's going on?

- I'm going to Jena's house
with the rest of the team.

- Are you serious?
She invited everyone but me?

- No, no.
She did not!

She also didn't
invite Brittany.

- Who's Brittany?
- She's studying abroad.

Ah, don't worry!

I'll go tonight
and talk up how chill you are.

I'll fix this!

- Okay.
- Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, I don't know, man.

I just thought college would be

a lot more fun and crazy
than it's been so far.

- Yeah.
- I've been here six days.

I've made multiple enemies,

and I've had
zero three-way kisses.

- What are you talking about?
I mean, two weeks ago,

I was in Ohio, and tonight
I'm going to a naked party.

Not many of those in Akron.

- I'm sorry, what?
- Oh, Akron is a city in Ohio.

- Bitch, you know that's not
the detail that I want!

- Oh, my God, Travis.
It's looking so good!

- Yeah.
- What is going on in here?

- It smells awful.
- Ugh!

- Yeah, Travis
is contouring my body.

He's using makeup to subtly
enhance my banging bod.

- It's impressive, right?
- Yeah.

Nobody has that many abs.

- Yeah, those lines
are way too dark.

All right?
You look like xylophone.

- Uh, check yourself.
These are

professional-grade tools that
I bought gently used on eBay.

- Yeah, but why are you
doing this?

- Because I'm going
to a naked party!

- Huh?
- To a what?

- So you're going to an orgy?
- No, no, no. It's not an orgy!

It's a normal party,
except with naked people.

And I'm not going to it.
We're going to it.

Travis, could you move
to my back

while I address my roommates?

I have come up
with undeniable reasons

why each of you should join me
and party nude.

- Leighton, you're first.
- You are not

going to convince me to go!
I'm going to head out.

- Where are you going?
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I forget to mention
where I was going?

Right, I didn't, because
it's none of your business.

Bye.

Savage.

- Whitney Chase.
- Yeah, I can't make it.

- Why is everyone opposed
to this party?

- Because it sounds weird,
Bela!

- Fine.
Kimberly, it's just us two.

- Mm-hmm.
- Men have objectified

women's bodies for tens,
if not hundreds of years.

- Bela, I'm sorry.
I can't make time for this.

- Why can't you
make time for this?

- I just can't.
- Wha--what--

- Why is there a tan ass-print
on our couch?

- What you should be asking is,
why aren't there four?

What?

Ugh.

- God, you're so much hotter
than your profile.

It's like a reverse catfish.

Thanks.

- I'm--I'm so sorry.

Does this car seat come out?

It's really digging
into my boob.

- Oh, it's, like,
a whole thing

- to remove it, you know--
- It's fine.

Let's just--

Hey, do you go to Essex?

- How--how did you know that?

Uh, your keychain?

What's wrong?

- Are you not out?
- No, I'm--

I'm sorry. How is that
any of your business?

- I didn't mean anything by it.
I'm just surprised.

In fact, kids your age came out
when they're,

like, six years old.
Isn't it cool to be gay now?

Oh, my God.

- Did I upset you?
- Uh, no.

No, it's just you have no idea
what you are talking about.

- When did you come out?
- In high school.

- So for someone like you,
I'm sure coming out

probably made you
more interesting,

but, for me,
I was popular,

so I actually
have something to lose.

- It's hard to find the courage
to come out, but it's worth it.

Maybe for you.

I don't want being gay
to be my identity.

I like my identity.
I don't want to be

the gay Kappa girl
or the lesbian cousin.

I don't--I don't want
to be other, okay?

- I just want to be me.
- Mm.

- By hiding who you are?
- No, I'm--

I came here to hook up,
not to be lectured

by some suburban mom
in a bad cardigan.

- Uh, excuse you.
I'm just trying to help.

- Hello, Kimberly.
- I bought this tea at a store.

- I don't have a hot plate.
- It's okay.

I was just doing
my Friday night sweep,

looking for opioids.

I didn't expect anyone
to be here.

- Oh, I'm taking advantage
of the quiet to study.

- On a Friday night?
You should be out with friends.

- Uh, it's okay.
I'll go out another night.

- Kimberly,
the first week of school

is when people
find their friends.

My first weekend, I skipped the
Swedish mid-September party.

That was when they found
the inside joke

they would be utilizing
for the next four years,

and I still don't know
who Radish Face is.

I fear it may be me.

- Well, I can't be the only one
staying in today.

- Believe you are.
Well, if you get lonely

or have dark thoughts,

come over
and we can play a board game.

It is my job to be available
for...people like you.

- Wait for me!
I'm coming!

I deserve to have some fun.

- Whoo! Yes, let's go!
- Yes!

Yo, we're gonna see
each other's tits tonight.

Yes! Remember?

What's up, bitches?

What are you doing here?

- I realized I'm not
just gonna sit at home

because one girl doesn't
want me here for no reason.

- There is a reason:
she doesn't like you.

- Well, she is definitely gonna
like me after I give her this.

- A basket of lavender soaps
and hand creams?

She's the co-captain of
the team, not your great-aunt.

- This is nice!
It has bath crystals in it.

- Mm-mm.
- Whatever, okay?

I'm gonna go find Jena,
make her my best friend,

- and replace you.
- I'm your best friend?

You've known me for,
like, four weeks.

Tragic.

- I said I was sorry.
I don't make the schedule!

- It's like I don't even
have a girlfriend.

- I'm done.
- Stop. Don't do this, Jason!

What the fuck?
Why are you in my room?!

I brought you some soaps.

So how does this work?

Do we just take our clothes off
and go inside?

I guess.

- This just got so real,
so quick.

I don't think I can do this.

- Fuck it.
I'm going in!

Oh, my God, Jocelyn.

You have, like,
perfect Keira Knightley boobs.

Well, I'll see you inside?

Whew.

Well...

- Same time?
- Same time.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Let's go!
- Let's go!

- No, he went down the way!
- He went down the whole way.

- Holy--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Guys, stop.
Hey, Leighton.

- Oh, hey.
- What's up?

- Are you, like, alone?
- Yeah.

- But it's a Friday night.
- Yeah, I know it's Friday.

Maybe I'm going
somewhere really fun.

- Are you?
- No.

- Look, Leight,
just because those girls

don't want to live with you
doesn't make you a loser.

- Yo, what they did
was not cool.

- You told them?
- Well, yeah. Of course I did.

I mean, that was
really fucked up.

- Yeah, for what it's worth,
we all felt so bad for you.

- Okay.
Well, this was horrible,

and I am, uh,
I'm going to go drink

until I forget this
conversation ever happened.

Leighton, Leighton.

You're gonna make friends soon.
I know it.

- Everything you're saying
is making it worse. Thank you.

- Damn, she must be
really hurting.

Want to go
throw knives at trees?

- Yep.
- Let's fucking go.

- Let's go!
- Yahoo!

- Okay, I don't think
you realize it,

but you're aggressively
cupping your breasts in shame.

- Yes. You're right.
I am doing that.

I'm fixing it now.
Here we go.

Ah!

I'm proud of you.

- Ready to mingle?
- Yeah.

Which group of butts
looks more approachable:

the right or the left?

The right butts look kinder,

but I don't know
what I'm basing that on.

- Yeah, no, I agree.
Right butts, for sure.

- Uh-huh.
- Let's go.

Hey, Emma is on the lit mag?

Hello, everybody!

- So embarrassing that we all
wore the same outfit, right?

- Is this
your first naked party?

- No.
Why would you say that?

- Because you looked down at
everyone's junk multiple times.

- Naked parties are about
being comfortable in your skin,

not objectifying
and catching a peek.

- Oh, no doubt. No doubt.
I know that.

I just looked down again,
didn't I?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- So we're not even
supposed to look?

What is this, a naked party
under Taliban rule?

- Why are you two hanging out
alone like a bunch of creeps?

People think you're cops.

- Maybe we should just go.

I thought this would be the
amazing, unforgettable party

I've been waiting for, but
that's obviously not the case.

No, we are gonna stay,

and we are gonna
make the most of it together.

Jocelyn, you seem
so comfortable.

How can we be more like you?

- I pregamed a lot,
so I'm crazy drunk.

- Okay.

Here we go. Oh.

- Okay. Well, there's
a gift receipt in the basket.

You have 14 days.

Are you okay?

- My fucking boyfriend
just broke up with me.

Okay.

- He can't handle
our soccer schedule.

He says I'm never around,
like my life should revolve

around hanging out
in his frat basement

while he and his friends
flick each other in the nuts.

Sounds like a real winner.

- You don't fucking know him.
His dog just died.

I should not have said that.

- It's okay.
He does suck.

It's just, not like guys
are lining up for me, so--

- Jena, what?
You're so pretty.

- Oh, fuck you.
- You are!

You're tall,
you're ripped,

and you're, like,
so good at soccer.

That's why it kills me
that you don't like me.

So, look, if this guy
doesn't get that, fuck him.

Move on. There's
plenty of guys out there.

Thanks.

So are we good now?

'Cause I'd love it
if you stopped kicking the shit

out of me on the field.

Yeah, we're good.

But you're wrong
about one thing:

There aren't many guys our age

who can handle
being with girls like us,

so good luck finding one.

- I mean, come on.
It's a naked party!

Everybody looks at everybody.

You just can't look
like you're looking.

Like, right now, I just glanced
at your boobs three times.

- No, you did not!
You were looking at my eyes.

- I micro-glanced.
The left one is bigger.

- Holy hell, she's right.
Your left one is bigger.

- Hey, do any of you know
where a girl named Sarah is?

- No.
- Sorry.

I don't.

- Did you see that?
- Wow!

- Micro-glance!

I'm gonna get a drink.

What the hell?!

- Ugh, of course it's you.
- You know what? No.

- You spilled my drink.
- And I'm sorry about that,

but I already know
where this is going.

You're gonna
say something mean to me

and make me feel bad
about myself.

I'm a good person!

Did I jerk
your boyfriend's dick? I did!

But if I knew
he had a girlfriend,

I wouldn't have done it.

Please stop being mean to me.

I'm sorry!

Come over here.

I know I've been...
less than kind.

It's because I fought super
hard for you in the first cut.

Staff was split
about your submission,

and people preferred this guy,

but I thought your stuff was
funny, so I pushed for you,

which then made me
look like an idiot

when everyone found out
that the girl I supported

had a jack-fest with my boyf
the night before.

You liked my submission?

- It was pretty solid.
- Pretty solid?

- You're a first-year.
Take it easy.

- So, wait, can we just
please be good now?

I don't want you to hate me.

Yeah, we can be good.

- I think I need to hug you.
- Oh!

- Oh, jeez, my abs
rubbed off on you.

- Mm, my boob contour
got on you too.

Ah! We both contoured?!

I love us!

- Hey.
- Hey.

This will be quick.

- Oh, shit.
You're wasted.

- Nico, at the naked party,
I had an epiphany.

You are going
to French tutor me...

in French, please.

- You're asking me to tutor you
at 1:00 in the morning?

- Mm-hmm.

Sure, I'll tutor you.

- Oh, excellent,
and I appreciate.

Good night.

- That's it?
- That'll be all, Tutor.

Thank you!

What?

- Hello, John.
Your hat looks stupid,

and the school
you founded sucks.

But I'm sorry
you died in the snow.

Hello?

- Hey, it's Chloe.
- Who?

- You had my nipples in
your mouth in a minivan today?

What do you want?

Look, did you not sufficiently
lecture me in your car?

- I'm just calling
to check in on you.

I could tell you're
in a really bad place

and just wanted to say that,

it gets better.

- Oh, my God.
Are you fucking serious?

You're
"It Gets Better-ing" me?

Yeah, no, I am fine.

You drive a Ford Windstar.
You get better, hmm?

My--my life is great.

Why is everyone
fucking pitying me?

Have you seen me?

I'm smart, stylish
and as it turns out,

I'm really fucking good
at math.

I'm thriving!

- But you're living a lie.
- Yeah, I know!

You don't think
I fucking know that?!

I'm thriving!

- Stop right there!

- Don't move!
- Fuck!

Hey, I said stop!

Go around, go around!
Stop running!

Go to bed.