All language subtitles for Dorm Daze 2004_track3_[eng]

(dramatic music)

(water dripping)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

♪ Mom and dad they don't care ♪

♪ Guess they'll never have a clue ♪

♪ All my friends, they pretend
what the fuck am I to do ♪

(people cheering)
(upbeat music)

- Hey, Pete!

Hey, hey, hold this.

- Yeah.

- Hey, I bought some
sausage to go with crackers

for Adrienne and me because
we made out last night.

Hey, you think she likes crackers?

- Look, I can't right now, Newmar.

I gotta go, I'm in a hurry.

- I bought French sausage

because I believe Adrienne's
family is of French descent.

- Interesting, look, I gotta go.

- All right, well there should be

plenty to go around if
you want some later.

- Okay, good luck.

- See you Pete.

- You ready, you all right?

- Wish me luck!

- Go!

♪ Made your decision, that is great ♪

♪ Another long night without a date ♪

- Last final.

Aced it, baby, aced it!

Party time!

It all starts now.

- Hey, I'm trying to study.

- Booker, you finished
your last final yesterday.

- I'm getting a head
start on next semester.

- Wrong kind of head, little brother,

because today, you become a man.

No longer, get up, will
you look at yourself

and see a little boy.

No longer will you cry in the shower

knowing no matter how hard you scrub,

you cannot rid yourself of that
most heinous of afflictions.

Virginity!

- I don't cry in the shower.

- Settle down.

This is all a very
complicated process okay,

so pay attention.

Chicks won't have sex with a guy

unless the guy's bagged at
least four other chicks.

Girls are shallow and want a
guy with experience, like me.

- How am I supposed to
have sex with a girl

if girls won't have sex with
a guy who hasn't had sex?

- The same way all men have been

doing it for thousands of years.

The on-ramp to manhood, whores.

- I'm not going to a hooker!

- Don't you wanna be cool like me?

- You're not cool.

- Yes, I am.

- I'm not going to a hooker.

- Look, I figured you'd try
and pussy out like this,

being the pussy that you are, you pussy!

So I've already called an escort service,

your whore's on the way, and
I told everyone about it,

so they're all gonna think you're a homo

if you don't do her.

- I'm not giving my
special gift to a hooker.

I'm in love with Rachel.

- You're a fag!

Forget that prude.

And that's for calling
virginity your special gift.

If you must call it something,
call it your horrible shame,

because that's what it is, loser ass.

- Did you really tell
everyone you got me a hooker?

- Yes.

Now, you're gonna have
sex with this whore,

and you're gonna like it.

Merry Christmas.

♪ Ho, ho, ho it's Christmas ♪

- Did you hear?

Styles got Booker a prostitute.

- No way.

- Yes, way, he told me himself.

Pete, you've gotta hear this.

- Later, I gotta meet
someone at the train station.

- A friend from out of town?

- Yeah, we're carpooling home for break.

What's up with the Christmas tree?

- Foosball bought it.

- We're not supposed to
have Christmas trees,

it's a fire hazard.

- Yeah, but the R.A.
went home, so who cares?

- Whatever, see ya.

- No, I can't come down.

I'm waiting for someone here!

No, I can't!

- Adrienne, did you hear
about the prostitute?

- Oh yeah, Styles told me.

- It's disgusting if you ask me.

I don't even think we
should let her in the house.

- I agree.

- Tony, did you hear?

- Yes, I heard about the
prostitute, and, no, I don't care.

- But prostitution is so--

- You know what?

You two need to stay out
of other people's shit.

You need to get a life.

- He's such an asshole.

I don't know why Claire's with him.

- Yeah, what an asshole.

- Don't you think Tony's
an asshole Adrienne?

- Yeah.

- What's your problem?

- I kinda made out with Newmar last night.

And I'm trying to avoid him, okay.

(women giggling)

- Okay, well I don't even need to tell you

how pathetic that is.

- Maybe he'll forget
about it over Christmas.

- I doubt it.

He's Jewish.

- How long are you here?

- My last final's on Saturday.

I can't leave until then.

(women laughing)

- Hey, come on, Lynne,
let's go yell at Styles.

No prostitute is coming into this dorm

if I have anything to say about it.

- Hey, Adrienne.

- Hey Gerri, how was the spelunking trip?

- It was tough but sort of interesting.

What's this?

From the university.

- Maybe your appeal went through.

- I wish.

There's no way I'm getting my scholarship

back for next semester.

My grades were true shit.

- Who's the package from?

- I don't know.

I knew it.

They rejected the appeal.

Oh, well.

So much for college.

- What are you gonna do?

- I don't see that there's anything--

- Have a great holiday, too.

- Hey, guys, what's up?

- Hi, Claire.

- Hey Gerri, I'm going to the gym.

It's cardio-abs day, wanna come?

(dramatic music)

- That was close.

- Explanation?

- I kinda borrowed Claire's
favorite handbag without asking,

and I have no idea where I left it.

I'm trying to avoid her
until I can find it.

Or maybe she'll forget
about it over Christmas.

- Claire?

Yeah, you're screwed.

Oh, could you do me a big favor?

A foreign exchange student's
meeting me here soon,

but I have to run down to work.

- Could you meet her for me?

- I'd like to, but I got a lot of stuff--

- Hey, Wang.

Hey, have you seen Adrienne?

- No.

Could you do me a favor?

- Yeah.

Maybe later, buddy.

- But, but.

You lose his bag, too?

- We kinda hooked up last night.

(Wang laughs)

Shut up!

I was depressed.

I was hitting on Foosball all night

and he was totally ignoring me.

- Isn't Foosball gay?

- No!

- Sure.

I'm here for you.

- Thanks, Foos.

Her name's Dominique, she's French,

and she's gonna call my
phone, so hang on to it.

Here.

- Hey, do you still have
my copy of Steel Magnolias?

- Booker's got it, I think.

He and Rachel were watching it.

By the way, you're gay, right?

- Yeah.

- Suck one!

It's a free country and I
can get a whore if I want to!

- No, you can't.

It's against the law.

- Yeah, you're going to jail, mister.

- Suck one!

- Oh, my God!

Did I just hit you?

I am so sorry!

- It's okay.

I was just looking for my handbag.

- Well, did I leave my books in here?

- I don't know, I didn't see them.

But you can look if you want.

I'm on the way to the gym, okay?

Bye, baby.

(dramatic music)

- Britney, hope this takes care of things.

Call me if you need anything else.

Lorenzo.

Britney?

- [Lorenzo] Yeah?

- Lorenzo?

- [Lorenzo] Hey, no names.

So, you got the package?

- Yeah, it's just--

- [Lorenzo] Cool.

So we're square, right, we're good?

- I think there's been
some kind of mix-up.

- [Lorenzo] What are you
saying, is there a problem?

- Well, yeah, the bag isn't--

- [Lorenzo] You know what?

We shouldn't talk over the phone.

Meet me at the university
arboretum in 15 minutes.

- Yeah, but--

- [Lorenzo] Center bench.

- So, you lost all your money in Vegas?

- I had a system, you know?

But it didn't, you know, work.

- Right.

Hey.

- Then Beth broke up with me.

- What, cause you lost all your money?

- I lost all her money, too.

Whatever.

Then there's the thing with the cat.

- I don't even wanna hear about the cat.

- It was an accident.

- I'm sure it was.

- That's in the past, man, in the past.

What time are you gonna be done with work?

- I'm done at six o'clock, you
can just hang out at my dorm.

It's co-ed, you'll like it.

- No one's gonna bother me, right?

- No.

- I'm really not in the
mood for conversation.

Just wanna chill out.

- Pete, can you do me a big favor?

Tell Foosball my foreign exchange student

doesn't speak English well.

- Foosball, no English.

Cool.

I gotta get to work.

Come on, let's go.

(dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)

(dramatic music)

- Britney.

- Lorenzo?

- What's the problem?

You're expecting more?

- Well, it's just that I.

- What?

Don't wanna talk in public?

I understand.

Got someplace private we can go?

- Yeah, like a restaurant?

- No, like private.

- Yeah, listen, there's
something I have to tell you.

- I think that guy right
there's watching us.

Let's go.

- This is your target.

You seem a little nervous.

I understand, you're worried
about your performance.

But you know what?

I have a fail-safe cure for that.

I wasn't gonna share this with you,

but what's an older brother for, right?

This is my beat-off rag.

I've been beating off with this
since I was in sixth grade.

I've never washed it, either.

It brings me luck.

- Oh, God, no!

- Oh, Booker, yes.

- Before Dominique gets here--

- Who's Dominique?

- Your whore, you idiot.

- Did you lose your virginity to a hooker?

- Hell, no, I don't have to pay for it.

But Dominique comes highly recommended,

so I'll probably do her once you're done.

Now I want you to jerk off with this

before she gets here, okay?

I call it Susie.

Trust me, you are gonna be a stallion.

Take it.

- No!

- Don't be such a girl.

It's just semen, take it!

- What the hell was that?

- Nothing.

What's up?

- I think that rag cut me.

Can I get my copy of Steel Magnolias back?

- Hey, guys, this is my friend Cliff.

He's from France, he
doesn't speak any English,

so don't bother talking to him.

- Hola.

- (speaking in foreign language)

- Look, Cola.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go.

- You know, I just realized
the amount you sent

is what I agreed to.

I think I was just
thinking of another job.

- Okay, so you're saying we're cool?

- Yeah, we're cool.

I'll keep in touch.

- Wait, wait, wait.

What do you say we hang
and talk for a bit?

I've wanted to meet you
in person for a long time,

Miss Master of Disguise.

I gotta a couple choice
jobs I want to run by you

that I think we could pull together.

- I got a shit load of
stuff I gotta take care of.

- Fifteen minutes.

Come on, it'll be worth your while.

- All right, fine, fifteen minutes.

But, here's the deal.

I've set myself up in a dorm.

My name is Gerri Farber.

Don't do anything to blow my cover.

- Claire, we have got
to stop that prostitute

from coming in this house.

- Sure, whatever.

- I mean I'm not gonna stand by

and watch the moral decay
of this reputable dormitory.

(Claire coughing)

- Claire, what happened to your face?

- Tony hit me.

With the door, he hit me with the door.

I'll see you guys later.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- Tony's beating Claire.

- He hit her with the door?

That was a pretty lame cover.

Didn't I tell you there
was something up with him?

I tod you there was something up with him.

- You did!

- French?

- You didn't want to talk to
anybody, now they won't bother.

- I don't speak French, man.

- Neither does anyone else
in this dorm, so who cares?

We leave tomorrow, anyways.

Look, I'm late for work.

I should've been there
like five minutes ago.

Oh, crap, Foosball.

- Have you seen Foosball?

- Yeah, he's in McFee's room.

- Can you tell him something for me?

- You gotta do it yourself, I'm thirsty.

- Newmar, Newmar!

- Yeah.

- I need you to go to
McFee's room and tell,

and tell Foosball the
girl he's waiting for

doesn't speak English.

- Yeah, but after I--

Okay, fine.

- Thanks, thanks, thanks.

- What the hell is wrong with you two?

- We're on to you, wife beater.

- What?

- We're on to you.

- You know, sometimes I hate this place.

I really hate this place.

- So, how long did it take
you to set all this up?

- Over a year.

- How do you feel about armored cars?

- Take Suzie and go use
her in the bathroom.

- No.

- Take it, Booker.

- [Booker] Leave me alone!

- Take Suzie now!

- Shut up!

I'm calling Rachel.

- Rachel lives down the hall, tard.

Tard!

- Will you go easy on him?

He's nervous.

- You know this is a
no-smoking dorm, don't you?

- Good thing Brady went out of town.

- Hey, when the cat's
away, it's time to play.

- Give this back to me.

I have to go use the can.

- Okay, when he comes out,

I'll just tell him that I love him.

Not tell him that I love him.

Tell him that I want
him, that is much sexier.

- Adrienne, Adrienne!

Hey um, where's Foosball?

- In the can.

- Are you guys waiting for a girl?

- Yeah.

- Okay, I'm supposed to tell you

that she doesn't speak any English.

- Awesome!

- Okay.

- Wait!

Does that mean she's here already?

- I don't know.

Adrienne!

- She's here!

She doesn't speak any English, either!

(dramatic music)

Be a man!

- [Booker] Rachel, it's me.

- God!

- Get off the damn phone, Booker.

Your whore is here.

- Can I help you?

Who are you looking for?

- I am Looking for--

- Beat it, Marla.

Hi.

You Dominique?

- Dominique, oui.

- Great, follow me.

- That's the prostitute?

- Yes, now get lost.

- I am Dominique.

I am student from France.

- Get out, tramp!

- What?

- I am from France.

- Come on, Dominique, ignore her.

She's a bitch.

Come on.

- Bitch.

- Lynne, Lynne, Lynne!

- Come on.

Loser!

Go freshen up, okay?

I have to prep him.

- Come on!

- Hey, hey, have you guys seen Adrienne?

- Screw off, Newmar.

- We could tell Foosball
about the prostitute.

He'll be on our side.

Gay guys are really sensitive.

- Yeah.

- Have you seen the prostitute newmar?

- She looked like such a skank to.

Exactly what I pictured
a call girl looking like.

- A prostitute?

- I am from France.

(dramatic music)

- Two hours max.

Next job's across town.

- I'll be out in a flash.

- I miss you.

- Hey.

- Hey, how's it going?

- Not too bad.

Listen, has anyone ever said anything

to you about thinking I'm a wife beater?

- What?

- Never mind, man.

You doing anything?

- No, just waiting for Wang's foreign

exchange student to show up.

Why?

- Well, Adrienne and I have
this acting final on Saturday,

and I can't find her anywhere.

You wanna help me?

- What's it about?

- Just some melodramatic crap.

You know, my character knocks
up Adrienne's character.

In this scene, it's just us fighting.

I don't know what to do with a baby.

It's driving me nuts!

Of course I want her to have the abortion,

but she won't listen to me.

So now, I've made it up
in my mind to dump her.

- Oh, God, are you
thinking what I'm thinking?

- Tony got Claire pregnant and wants her

to get an abortion or he's gonna dump her!

- Oh, my God!

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Dominique.

All right, I'll be right down.

- I'll catch you later man.

If you see Adrienne, tell
her I'm looking for her.

- Okay.

- What's wrong with you?

Stop being such a lame-ass.

- Leave me alone!

I love Rachel!

- Hello?

- [Wang] Who is this?

- Who is this?

- [Wang] This is Wang.

- I'm gonna give you to the count

of three to get out of there.

- [Wang] Booker, why are
you answering my phone?

- You're not mom!

- [Styles] One.

- I'm busy, what do you want?

- Two.

- [Wang] I was trying to reach Foosball

to see how things went with Dominique.

- Three.

- [Wang] Everything go okay?

- Stop pressuring me!

(Styles whimpering)

- Booker, my arm is broken, Booker!

Booker!

Oh my God.

The bone is popping out, Booker!

Booker, I'm gonna faint.

Mom's gonna kill me and it's your fault!

Booker, it's broken!

Sucker!

- Dominique, I presume?

- That's me.

- Come in.

So, you're French?

- Should I be?

- Yeah, that's what I was told.

- Then I'm French.

- Your English is wonderful.

- So is yours.

- So, you just wanna wait for Wang?

- Why wait?

- I guess you could just come in with me,

or you could stay in his room.

- Who has my money?

- Money?

I don't know anything about any money.

- Well, who's my guy, where is he?

- I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

He had to step out for a second.

- God, this is great.

Why don't you wait in his room?

He'll be back any minute.

- Okay, yeah, whatever.

(drill whirring)

- I'm just saving you from yourself.

I'm gonna go get your whore, okay?

Don't even think about
trying to make a run for it.

- But how do you know
that he's your soul mate?

- I just know.

Kind of like you and Newmar.

- What?

No, no.

Last night was an accident.

That was--

(door knocks)

- Who is it?

- It's Tony, is Adrienne in there?

- Yeah, hang on a sec.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I thought you might be Newmar.

- Look, I've been looking
everywhere for you.

We really need to work on this scene.

- All right, let's get down to business!

- Where is Wang?

- Wow, your accent is awesome!

His wang is right in here.

There he is.

Be gentle, okay, he's nervous.

Can you understand what I say?

- Where is Wang?

I want Wang.

- Wow, you're an eager one.

See, Booker, your brother
knows how to pick 'em.

All right, he is the one.

Him right there, hello?

Hi, hi, I'm gonna leave
you two alone, okay?

Bye.

Okay, is there a problem here?

That's right, money is always up front.

How stupid.

Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, one hundred.

There you go.

All right?

Knock 'em dead.

Okay, come on.

- Knock it off, Styles.

Clearly she doesn't want to do this.

- Okay, listen, she's a whore.

They have no discretion.

This must be part of some little act.

Start grabbing her ass.

- Hey!

- All right, something is obviously wrong.

Booker, go wait in the hall.

She must want to haggle.

I'll fix this.

(door knocks)

- Rachel, it's me.

- So, maybe if you're naked

when he comes back in, that'll help?

Go for it.

That's right, you don't speak any English.

Okay, look.

Bow chick bow now, get it, hello?

No, okay.

All right, okay.

Hi, look at the birdie.

See, you just need to go--

- I think I really got
a hold of my character.

- Tony!

- Don't tell her you saw me!

- What?

Hey, how are you?

- Good.

Check out my abs!

- Nice.

- Punch me in the gut.

- Give me a break.

- Seriously, I'm feeling ripped right now.

- No, we got people in the hall.

- Come on, don't be a weiner.

Just do it.

- Fine, but, but you asked
me to do it, remember that.

- Bring it.

- Hey!

Oh, my gosh!

- I can explain, she asked for it.

- I'm sure they all ask for it, Tony.

- I don't mean she asked like--

Honey, tell them that
you asked me to do it.

- It's not what it looks like.

- He's trying to give her a miscarriage.

We've got to get her out of here.

Okay, sure, we believe you, Tony.

Can we have a word with you alone, Claire?

- Wait, explain to these nags
that I'm not beating you.

Goddamnit, tell them!

- Quit trying to scare her into lying.

- What was that all about?

- Don't ask.

They're frickin' insane.

Why are you hiding?

- Well, I accidentally stole Claire's

favorite handbag, and
then I kind of lost it.

- The one her grandmother gave her?

- She'll kill me if she finds out.

Don't tell her you saw me, okay?

I'm still looking for it.

- I won't say anything, but I
would find it if I were you.

Look, we gotta work on
this scene, all right.

I don't wanna look like an idiot.

- Well, let me hold the script,

'cause I'm still a bit rusty on my lines.

(Adrienne trills)

- Are you ready?

Okay.

You're not having that baby!

- Yes, I am!

(dramatic music)

- Hey, sexy.

I want you.

- Oh, I bet you do.

- You know you're the only
one who's ever pleased me.

- That's funny, I've heard that before.

- I need you to do it to me so hard.

- Oh, I will.

- I'm gonna give it to you so good.

- Yes, you are!

- I'm gonna lick every
inch of your gorgeous body.

- Yeah.

- I can't wait to get
my hands on those tits.

- What?

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, okay, that's good, that's good.

Hey!

Wait, wait, wait, stop, stop, stop.

What about me, what about me, come on!

- You don't need us.

You've got Suzie.

- No, no, no, I don't want Suzie.

Girls, girls, girls, girls!

No!

What the?

How'd I get in the closet?

Crazy French whore!

Booker!

Booker, get me out of here!

- What's all this about?

- Shh, this way.

- Who's this?

- Oh he's just some goon
Pete is friends with.

Don't worry, he doesn't
speak a word of English.

- Are you kidding?

- No, I'm pretty sure.

Hey jackass, do you understand
a word I'm saying to you,

or is your brain pierced, too?

Perfect.

Okay, about Tony, we know
what's been going on.

- You guys think Tony's beating me, right?

That's what this is about?

- Don't try to lie about it.

- Or the baby.

We overheard him talking to Foosball.

We know he's beating you

because he doesn't want
you to have the baby.

Well, honey, we're here for you.

- What baby?

- Claire, the one in your womb.

- Seriously, Marla, I'm not pregnant.

- Are you sure?

- Yes!

- Tony must've been talking
about a different girl!

- And he's just beating Claire

over the frustration over his mistress!

- He's not beating me,
and no one is pregnant.

I'm gonna settle this, okay?

You guys just wait here, and
I'm gonna go talk to Tony.

- So yeah, I let Nick Stuckis
feel me up last Tuesday.

- Over or under the shirt?

- Under, what am I, 12?

- You're not having that baby!

- Yes, I am!

- Listen, bitch, you're gonna
have that abortion either way!

If you won't go to the clinic,

I'm gonna knock you down them damn stairs!

- I can't believe you.

You think you could just
have sex with me whenever

you want and not pay the price?

You are a loser!

And don't think I won't tell
your skanky-ass girlfriend!

- Look, bitch, you won't
tell her a goddamn thing!

- Tony?

What's going on in there?

Nothing!

I'm, I'm changing!

Don't open the door yet.

Hold on.

- Tony, who's in there with you?

- No one!

Can you come back later?

I'm looking for something.

- Yeah, fine.

I'll come back later.

Asshole.

- Oh, shit, she's pissed.

I gotta go after her.

You can split, if you want.

(dramatic music)

- I don't think that makes you a slut.

I mean sometimes a bathroom
stall is all you can find.

- It's Adrienne.

Tony's been messing around
with her behind my back,

and she is most certainly pregnant.

- Wow, and she screwed
around with Newmar, too.

- What a slut!

- She wants to tell me, but
he threatened her if she did!

- You need to confront her.

- Let's go.

(dramatic music)

- See, it's like clockwork.

Every Tuesday and Thursday,

this truck picks up between one and two--

- Put it on pause for
a second there, chief.

I have to go to the bathroom.

I'll be right back.

- Where is she?

- Who?

- Come on, Claire.

- She went outside.

(dramatic music)

- Marla, you moron.

Like I don't have my keys.

Shit, I don't have my keys.

Marla, open the door!

- Hi!

- Did you find her?

- No.

Are you sure she went downstairs?

- Yeah.

Is someone out there?

- No, what?

No, why?

- Adrienne.

- Newmar, hey.

- Hey!

- Can you excuse me for one minute?

- Newmar, have you seen Adrienne?

Never mind.

- What the hell?

Well I'm glad to see I'm not

the only one you're hiding from.

- I'm not hiding from you.

♪ I'll be okay ♪

♪ Another dis another day ♪

♪ You got me standing like
a stranger without a face ♪

♪ Think I've lost control ♪

♪ My head is in slow mo ♪

- Hey!

Somebody open the door!

♪ Temptation, frustration ♪

- Well, if you're not hiding from me,

then that's great, because.

Because I bought us a big
sausage, and it's French.

You are of French descent, right?

- Look, Newmar, about last night.

- Yeah.

- I was kind of drunk.

- Yeah!

- I was really drunk.

- Yeah.

- I like somebody else.

- Is it me?

- No, of course it isn't
you, it's somebody else.

Somebody who's not in
this room and is not you.

- Oh.

I see.

You don't like me.

'Cause I'm weird and I'm boring,

and I'm unattractive and
I have really bad hair.

- No, no, it's 'cause of something else.

- So, you mean there's more?

- Newmar, someday you're gonna find a girl

that really likes you.

It just won't be me.

I'm sorry.

I'm just glad we could finally
get this out in the open.

- Okay, let me just show you the sausage,

'cause it's really nice.

- Newmar!

I don't wanna share
anything with you, okay?

Just leave me alone.

Please.

My shirt.

- Hey Adrienne, wait, wait, wait.

(dramatic music)

- Dude, what's wrong?

- I'm just kind of bummed out, that's all.

Hey, you wanna eat my sausage?

- Excuse me?

- I bought some really
expensive French sausage

for Adrienne and I, but I
don't think she wants any.

She doesn't like me.

- It's French sausage?

- Wang's foreign exchange
student Dominique,

she's from France.

She has nothing to do until
Wang gets back from work.

Why don't you see if she
wants to eat with it you?

She is so hot.

- Yeah, yeah.

(bell rings)

Hi.

Are you Dominique?

- It's about time,
what's been keeping you?

- I don't know.

I didn't think it took me

that long to walk down here, but.

Did Foosball call you?

- Foosball?

I don't know.

Look, I gotta go soon,
so can we get this going?

- Yeah, sure.

- Where do you wanna do it?

- Well, I was thinking the
kitchen, but here's fine with me.

- Why don't you sit here?

- Okay.

So, did Foosball tell
you about my sausage?

- Why don't you tell
me about your sausage?

- Well, it looks really tasty.

- Oh, I'm sure it is.

That's really nice.

- Yeah?

Well, I want you to feel good, baby,

so tell me what you want.

What do you want me to do?

- Well, I want,

Foosball said you might
like some of my sausage.

- I'm sure I'm gonna love your sausage,

but what do you want me to do with it?

- Eat it.

What else is there to do with it?

- Anything you can think of.

But if all you want is oral, that's fine.

- You don't have a knife, do you?

- I've got handcuffs.

- Oh no, I don't think
those will cut anything.

- I'm sorry.

That's one thing I don't do.

No cutting, and no hitting, either.

- No cutting?

- Well, this sausage is pretty damn big.

I doubt you'd want the whole thing.

- I can take it all, baby.

- Well that would be
pretty impressive to see,

but just in case you're wrong,

I thought you could keep the rest.

- I'm not sure I know what you mean.

- As a present.

You don't have anywhere
you could put it, do you?

- You can put it anywhere you want.

Even in my ass.

- Why would I wanna put
my sausage in your ass?

- Some guys like that.

- Sheesh, the French.

I think we should stick to the mouth

as the only point of entry, if you get me.

- Whatever floats your boat.

Except for you have to pay up front,

in case your friend didn't tell you.

- Pay, money?

Why would I pay you to eat my sausage?

- If you want me, you have to pay.

- Well, I'd prefer to just eat it myself

if that's your attitude.

- Huh?

- Look, I, look, I'm
sorry, Dominique, but,

while it's obvious that
you have feelings for me,

my heart belongs to another.

I don't know what is customary in France,

but here in America, when
someone offers to share

their food with you,
you don't demand money.

- Food?

- You gotta help me find her.

Something's gone wrong.

- Find her yourself, she's your hooker.

I never wanted her.

- Fine, you ungrateful bastard.

I will find her, but this time around,

you don't get to have sex with
her because she's mine now!

Fuck!

- Booker, I'm so happy

you didn't make love to that call girl.

- I'm saving my special
gift for you, Rachel.

You know that.

- Oh, Booker.

(dramatic music)

- No, no, no.

- There you are, quick, come here.

I gotta talk to you.

- What is it?

- Remember the package I got?

- Don't worry about him.

I think that's Wang's
foreign exchange student.

He doesn't speak a word of English.

- The package wasn't for me.

It was for some girl named Britney.

- Britney, Britney Spears?

- No.

- They must've put the package

in the wrong mailbox or something.

There was a purse in
it with a phone number.

I tried to return the
purse to some guy Lorenzo

who's a drug dealer or a con artist,

and he's upstairs in my room right now.

- What?

- And there's a bunch of
money hidden in the bag.

- How much money are we talkin' about?

- There must be like $30,000.

- Bad.

Bad, you know, is sour.

- Did Newmar find you okay?

- I really need to talk to you.

I think there's been some mistake.

- What do you mean?

- Have you seen Adrienne?

- No.

- You!

That's the prostitute Styles got!

- Styles McFee, that was his name.

- Who is this?

- This is Wang's foreign exchange student.

She's from France.

- You know what we should do?

We should call the police.

Prostitution is very illegal.

They would arrest her and Styles.

- So, you're from France?

- Oui, oui.

- There's this guy here,
Cliff, I think, is his name.

He's French and doesn't
speak a word of English.

We should introduce you.

- Now, we need to do
something about that whore.

- If you don't see me in
ten minutes, call my room.

If I say, no, I can't
make it to the party,

then I need you to help me get rid of him.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Help!

Need Wang.

- What the fuck!

- I don't speak no English!

French!

- (speaking in foreign language)

no.

- Yeah, yeah, take care.

- No wait.

- Hi, Claire.

- Remember, no, I can't
make it to the party.

- Okay.

- You and I need to talk.

- I know.

- We'll leave you two alone.

- Let's talk in here.

- Okay.

- I'm not sure where he is.

- No problem.

- There he is, Cliff!

I found you a friend!

- Have anything you'd like to confess?

- You found out what I did?

- This is gonna be good.

Look I want you to
know, I am really sorry.

- You're sorry?

I hope you know this is not something

you can just apologize for.

You can't take this back.

- Are you really this mad?

- Shouldn't I be?

- Okay, I realize it was
kind of uncool of me,

but it's not that big of a deal.

- Are you kidding?

- Okay, okay, I shouldn't
borrow things without asking,

but I really needed it,
and I thought you'd say no.

I only wanted it for one night.

- You call that borrowing?

And of course I'd say no!

I don't care how bad
you needed it, you slut!

- Excuse me?

Who are you calling a slut?

- Oh, um, you, slut!

Look at you, you want
everybody to know about it.

With Tony's shirt on.

- Okay, okay, I didn't ask
to borrow this, either, but.

Newmar spilled something on my shirt,

and this guy was staring at
my boobs in the laundry room.

- How many guys do you have
on the side, huh tramp?

- Okay, I don't care what the hell I did,

if you call me a slut or
a tramp one more time,

I'm gonna slap you upside the head, bitch.

- Oh.

(dramatic music)

- Ooh.

(both yelling)

- Hey, hey, hey, you guys, hey you guys!

- Come on, you two, don't be shy.

(speaking in foreign language)

- I'll leave you two alone.

- Where the hell is everyone?

- So you don't speak any English, do you?

- No, no.

- Okay.

- [Mona] Hello?

- Hello?

- [Mona] Yeah.

- Mona, it's me, Dominique.

- [Mona] What's up?

- God, I'm in a fix.

- [Mona] What happened?

- I've been confused with
a foreign exchange student.

- [Mona] What?

- They think I'm French.

They've got me in this room
with this weird French prick.

- [Mona] How did that happen?

- They think the real
foreign exchange student

is the working girl instead of me.

- [Mona] Did your guy pay you?

- No, I never got the money.

I never found the guy who ordered me.

- [Mona] Well where's Ted?

- What the?

Excuse me?

- Let's get everything out
in the open, all right.

You're not French, and I speak
American just fine, right?

This is so perfect.

You're like a pro, right?

Like, a hooker?

- Just let me leave metal man.

I don't know what you're
after, but I don't do freebies.

- What if I had a proposition to make?

- How much you got?

- No, no, a different kind of proposition.

Like a partnership.

What if I said I knew
where we could get $30,000?

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- So, I guess I'm gonna go back

to my room and finish getting ready.

- Wait, Foosball.

- Yeah?

- Nothing.

Never mind.

I suck!

- So if there's a stack
of money in this house,

and you know who has it, then
why do you need a partner?

Why not just keep it for yourself?

- You're right, I don't need a partner.

What the hell was I thinking?

Psych!

No, no, no, seriously.

The plan I have needs two people.

One of them should be a pretty girl.

Two, my friend lives here.

It puts me in a weird place, right.

But you, nobody knows who you are.

- So, what's the plan?

- First we gotta write a
note to this girl Gerri.

- That's it!

I'm too chicken to tell Foosball

that I like him to his face.

I'll just write him a love letter.

- Why didn't I think of it before?

I'll write Adrienne a romantic poem!

Yeah!

- I will not be happy
until we can be together.

Yours truly, Adrienne.

What do you guys think?

It's missing something, right?

Perfume!

Good idea, Oliver.

Where's that sample?

Claire's bag!

This'll get her off my back.

♪ Look into this darkness
with your sunlight ♪

♪ And I feel like ♪

- And like a rose in the sun, so are you.

That's good stuff.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- What you got behind your back?

- My back?

Nothing.

- Okay, what are you doing?

- Going to the bathroom.

- All right.

- Love Newmar.

(door knocks)

- Thank God!

- So I'll go downstairs and
call her from that phone.

You go upstairs and get
that goon out of the room.

Also, remember to leave
the note so she can see it.

Here's what the note
says, I know everything.

Decided to leave.

Just give the bag to my associate

who's waiting at the
front of your building.

Wait, are you sure your pimp's
not gonna look in the bag?

- He's not my pimp, smart ass.

(light hearted music)

- Sorry!

Are you okay?

Okay.

- Shoot!

Where did it go?

- Listen, some girl's gonna come out here

and give you a bag.

Hold on to it for me.

And don't look inside!

- And, who knows, if we
do this job together,

maybe you and I can--

- No attachments.

I don't get involved
with people I work with.

- And you never make an exception?

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- Hello, Gerri Farber?

- Yes?

- I have a package downstairs.

Could you please come
down here and get it?

- Okay.

- See you in a jiffy then.

- I'll be right back.

There's a delivery for Gerri
Farber at the front door.

- Dearest, here is a poem
I've written for you.

Your beauty fills.

Love, Newmar?

(phone ringing)

- Excuse me, I foreign exchange student.

Could you help me with something?

It only take a second, okay?

Yeah?

- I think you should find somebody else.

- But I need someone strong to
help carry something for me.

My back hurts when I bend
down to pick up things.

See?

- Yeah, I see.

- Yeah.

- All right, let's go, this way?

- This way.

Okay.

(dramatic music)

- For me?

I know everything, decided to leave.

Just give the bag to my associate

who's waiting at the
front of your building.

Claire is insane about this bag.

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Man] It's me man.

What's up, Pete?

- Pete's not here, man.

- Am I supposed to give you the bag?

- I'm the guy.

- Well, here you go.

And I don't know who you are,

but you better tell that stupid
bitch to stay out of my way!

- What about those girls in your dorm man,

maybe they'd be up for it.

- What the hell are you talking about man?

- I can look in the bag if I want to.

I am loving this color.

- Super for you, dude, but
I'm not Pete, and I'm going.

Bye.

- [Phone] Dude!

- Yeah!

Einstein, our plan worked, man!

I'm just good for genius.

Genius!

- Here.

- Look at time!

I have to go, okay?

Merci!

- But, but.

- What the?

- Well?

- We did it!

Oh, baby!

- Don't spoil things.

Let's just get the bag.

- Lorenzo?

(dramatic music)

- Maybe you got it wrong, Einstein.

- It's, it's bullshit, man!

I mean there was supposed
to be money in that bag.

- Ted, did you take
anything out of this bag?

- No, no, I didn't even look inside.

- And a girl gave it to you?

- Yeah.

Oh, and she said to tell that

stupid bitch to stay out of her way.

- Stupid bitch?

- Maybe she's on to us and
that's a dummy bag, you know?

- Is there a problem?

- Shut up, Ted.

- Look, we gotta go soon.

We got other appointments.

- Didn't you hear me tell you
to shut up the first time?

Now get rid of this!

Nobody calls me a stupid bitch.

We're getting that bag.

Meet me back in the room in five.

(dramatic music)

- Just let it out!

- Go for the eyes!

- Focus!

- I don't think she wants to see you.

- Shut up!

Claire, what the hell is going on?

- How could you cheat on me?

- Why do you listen to these two hoe bags?

I've never cheated on you!

- I overheard you and Adrienne,

and then she admitted it to me!

You got her pregnant!

- What?

Oh, no!

Look, that's a scene for our acting class.

In the scene, I get her pregnant.

- Do you expect her to believe that?

- Suck my balls Marla!

- Get a clue, loser!

- Wait.

Why would Adrienne admit it
to me if it was just a scene?

- You must've confused her.

Look, she's been hiding from you

because she lost your favorite purse.

- What?

She stole grandma's handbag?

- Claire, I can prove to you

that we were just doing a scene.

All right, you know what,

meet me in my room in five minutes.

I'll find Adrienne and
I'll grab the script,

and this could all be
explained, all right?

Meet me in my room.

Five minutes.

- You're not gonna go, are you?

- Well maybe I should
hear what he has to say.

- I can't believe Adrienne
had sex with your boyfriend

and stole your favorite handbag.

- What a klepto-slut!

Hey, you look cute when you're mad!

(dramatic music)

- I've got a plan to get rid of this guy.

but I need you to keep this
bag for me until he's gone.

- You're keeping the money?

Doesn't it seem a little dangerous?

- I'm leaving tomorrow anyway.

There's no way he can track me
all the way to San Francisco.

And he thinks the money is mine anyway.

- Just hold on to this for dear life,

and I'll give you some for helping me.

- Shit, okay.

- Okay, thanks.

This kind of looks like Claire's bag.

(dramatic music)

- Where's the bag?

- The bag?

Isn't it here?

- Who was at the door?

- No one.

- No one?

Well, that's interesting.

Because here's the thing.

While I was waiting for you to return,

I noticed that bag was missing,
well I got to thinking.

What if you really are Gerri Farber

and not Britney, and
now you're scamming me?

- What are you talking about?

I am Britney.

And, you know, the bag
was here when I left.

You sent the package, remember?

It's my money, so maybe
I should be asking you

where the money is.

- I really don't care
what you think right now,

because I know I didn't take it!

And I know I sent it!

But what I don't know is
if you're who I sent it to.

(dramatic music)

Hey, it's me.

You've seen Britney before, right?

What does she look like?

When she's not in disguise, idiot!

Okay.

Uh huh.

I guess you check out.

Sorry I doubted you Britney.

- It's fine.

I can find the bag myself,
so why don't you just leave?

- No.

You left the bag with me, and, clearly,

somebody called you out as a distraction.

Now I shouldn't have left the bag alone,

so this is my fault and I'm gonna fix it.

I think I know who took it.

I'll be right back.

- Hey, hey Adrienne, open up!

Come on!

Shit!

(dramatic music)

Where the hell is my script?

Shit!

Hey, hey, Gerri, sorry to bug you,

but you were Garber's
T.A. last semester, right?

- Yeah.

- Can I have her home number?

I really need to call her.

- Sure.

(dramatic music)

Don't tell her where you got it from.

- Thanks.

You have no idea how much of a huge jam

this will get me out of.

- Help!

- What?

- I'm from France, help!

- Man, there sure are a lot

of girls from France around here.

Hey, maybe you'd like my sausage.

Look, here you go, you can keep it.

I don't even want it anymore.

But I'm gonna tell you this much,

I am not gonna pay you to eat it.

Because I don't care
what they do in France.

- Need help!

- Help with what, opening it?

- There you are, yeah, come here!

- Hey!

She was just about to eat my sausage!

- Too bad!

I'm the one who paid for her!

Come here!

Come here, where you
going, where you going?

- Hey!

Man!

What's the deal with everyone

paying the French to eat their food?

- Newmar, oh hey, there you are.

- Hey, Foosball.

- Why didn't you tell me
sooner that you were gay?

- Well, I had to, what?

- I'm really, really flattered

that you'd come out for me,
but you're just not my type.

- I'm not gay!

- No, no, no,

don't go back in just
because I'm rejecting you.

Someday, you're gonna find a guy

who really, really likes you.

It just, it's not gonna be me.

- But I!

- I'm sorry.

You know I'm glad that we
got this out in the open.

- Well, what the hell.

What don't you like about me?

- Newmar, listen.

You're a great guy, okay?

I just, I don't like you like that.

But I think I may know someone for you.

Yeah.

- I don't see Adrienne.

- I couldn't find her.

I'm actually calling
my professor right now.

She'll explain what the scene is about.

- [Voice Mail] You've
reached Proffessor Garber--

- Damn.

It's her voicemail.

- I smell perfume.

(Clarie sniffing)

My love.

You have no idea how much
I desire to be with you.

I think about you day and
night and dream of you.

I need to share my life,
love, and soul with you.

I will not be happy
until we can be together.

With love, Adrienne.

- What?

No, no!

I, wow, I've never seen this before.

Look, Gerri wrote my acting
teacher's number on the back.

See, here's the number.

This is Gerri's letter.

- Why would Adrienne
write Gerri a love letter?

- Maybe they're lesbians.

- Pretty lame.

Fuck off, Tony!

- Come on.

I can explain, baby!

- I know you're around here somewhere!

Damn!

- Hey buddy, seen a
pretty girl around here

with a funny accent?

- Yeah.

I've been looking for her
'cause she has my money.

- Your money?

That ain't your money pal.

- Fuck off.

Who the hell are you?

(whacks)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Well?

- Well, what?

- What'd you think of the letter?

- How'd you know about Newmar's letter?

- Newmar?

- Newmar wrote me a love letter.

He's come out of the closet.

- Newmar's gay?

- It's so cute.

I had to turn him down, though, obviously.

- Yeah, obviously.

I'm so happy to finally have

someone to go clubbing with in this dorm.

Being surrounded by all you breeders

was really getting me down, no offense.

- You're gay?

Are you sure?

- You didn't know I was gay?

- Yeah, of course I did, it's just.

Newmar's gay?

- I almost wish I were attracted to him.

He wrote the sweetest poem.

Here.

Check it out.

- What did you do?

- I'm not sure how this guy's connected,

but he knows about the money.

- I know this guy.

I don't--

- Trust me, he knows something.

- Our love could be a delightful bloom.

From the beginning, I already knew.

Like a rose in the sun, so are you.

I wish somebody would write
a poem like that for me.

Newmar, hey.

I read your poem.

- You did?

But I thought I gave it to Foosball.

- He let me read it.

I loved it.

- Really?

- It all makes sense now.

You only made out with me
'cause you were confused,

'cause you're gay.

No, it's okay, we can
hang out now, we can shop!

- We can hang out 'cause I'm gay?

- I've always wanted a gay friend.

Now that I know that you're gay,

you suddenly seem more attractive.

- Great.

- Your whole personality makes sense now.

- Apparently, I'm still ugly, though.

- I'm sorry Foosball turned you down.

Maybe if you took off these thick glasses.

You have really nice eyes, Newmar.

- Thanks.

I just wish they worked better.

- I really loved your poem.

- Adrienne, so, you do have my bag.

- This is not your bag!

I gave your bag back!

- You lying slut, you never gave it back!

- Give it back, you psycho!

- What?

- Hey, my glasses!

Hello?

Hey!

- This fuckin.

- Hey, oh, Claire, this is perfect.

I just got ahold of my professor, and.

- Tell Adrienne you haven't seen me.

- She went that way.

- [Calire] Is she gone?

- You know what, come on,
let's call the professor.

- No, I don't have time now.

Adrienne's gone insane.

She's trying to attack me!

- Claire, I have proof at my
fingertips that I'm not lying.

- She's coming!

Hold on to my bag until I get
back, then I'll listen to you.

- Claire, I see you!

- She went that way.

- I know!

(light hearted music)

- Are you okay?

Can you hear me?

You know what?

Let me get you some help.

- No, I just need to lay down.

Take me into the room.

Yeah, okay.

You're heavy.

(Dominique grunting)

- Hello?

- What happened to you?

Why are you wet?

- I don't know, but maybe

I should get out of these wet clothes.

- Wait.

No, no, no, that would end up bad for me.

I'll go get you a towel.

What are you doing?

- I was just admiring your bag.

- I think I should hold on to this.

What are you doing?

- I'm just admiring the bag!

- What the hell?

Give me the bag!

Crazy mother--

wow, wow, wow, wow,
enough already, all right?

Who the hell are you, and
what the hell's going on?

- We're wasting time,
somebody else will find it!

- Wow, wow, wow, that's
my girlfriend's bag.

Her grandmother gave it to her.

- No, it's not.

Why would your girlfriend
have a stack of cash?

- Whose is it?

- It's mine.

And I'll give you half if you
help me get out of this dorm!

- Right.

How much is half?

- $500.

- Let's go.

- I don't know anything about a bag.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I assume you're Dominique's
pimp or whatever,

and I don't know what she told you,

but we didn't even have sex with her,

so we shouldn't have to pay.

- You wanna work him over?

- He doesn't know anything.

Just put him back downstairs.

- Gerri, is that you?

- Whatever you say.

I'm still chucking him
outside just to be safe.

- I really don't think the bag

would've fallen all the way down here.

- Well, just look for it!

You idiot!

Now we'll never know where it is!

- Why are you yelling at me?

You're the one who came
to me with the money and--

- Well, I never!

- Who the hell was that?

- Just some meatball who got fresh.

- Okay, so what took you so long?

- Look, I almost got the bag, okay?

I'll be back in a second!

- Maybe I should go with you.

- No, no, I should go alone.

- Why's that?

- Cliffy, Cliffy, no, don't
take that tone with me.

You'll make me think you don't trust me.

You, you don't think I'd
double-cross you, do you?

- I was sorta thinking that.

- No, I would never do that to you.

But now that we're in the
clear, 'cause I'm, I mean

we're that close to the bag, I don't know.

I was kind of thinking
that after we got away,

maybe we could.

I thought maybe we could
see each other again.

Yeah.

- I was sort of, sort of
thinking the same thing.

- You were?

Good.

You stay here.

Don't worry.

Come on, we don't have much time.

- Why the hell did you hit me?

And who's that guy?

- No one, he thinks he's
getting half the money,

but it's yours now.

I had to do that to get rid of him.

So, if you want it, get me that bag!

- I think you're right.

This does look like Claire's purse.

- Where is she?

- I hope Tony didn't do anything to her.

- Bitch!

- Newmar, I need your help!

- Adrienne!

- Yes, it's me.

I need you to hold on to this bag

and don't let anyone take it from you,

no matter what they say, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Do you have my glasses?

- Yeah.

Do you?

What, what?

Where are we going?

I can't see!

- I'll come back!

- Hurry!

(dramatic music)

- Wow, that was fast.

(dramatic music)

This is so stupid.

I'm not gay!

I wrote that poem for you!

I love you!

(dramatic music)

- Where did she go?

- Pardon me, ladies, have you seen--

- Have you seen a girl
run by here with a bag?

- Who the hell are you?

- Maybe she went back upstairs.

- All righty!

- Something funny's going on here.

(dramatic music)

- How did I get outside?

Ha, finally got you
horizontal, you crazy bitch!

Think I'll just be taking my money back.

Holy balls.

Thank you.

Thanks again.

- What are you doing, where's the bag?

- What, what do you mean where's the bag?

You just came in and grabbed it

and bashed me over the head with it!

- I didn't, that wasn't me!

- Oops.

Okay, well then clearly,

this is a good reason
to give me my glasses!

- What happened to you?

- Help.

I'm from France.

I'm an exchange student.

- You don't say!

- What'd you do that for?

- I can't have her running
around saying that.

She'll blow my cover!

- I thought you were the
foreign exchange student.

- I'm the hooker.

- So, you're the hooker!

- Come on, we gotta hide her.

(dramatic music)

- Hello!

an you help me?

- I doubt it.

- No, no, no wait!

I, I'm looking for a girl,

and she has a handbag, and I need to--

- How many people know
about the frickin' bag?

- I don't know!

- I gotta get the hell out of here.

- Do you have any rope?

- Why would I have rope?

- I've got some bondage
stuff in my bag downstairs!

Let's use your belt for now.

- My belt, I need my belt,
these pants are huge.

- Deal with it!

I'll only be gone for a second.

Oh no!

Goddamnit.

Got it?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That was fast, come on in.

- The prostitute?

- I can explain!

- Just when I was starting to believe you!

- Wait, Claire, wait, wait, no, no, no!

You're staying here!

- I forgot my bag.

Oh, Jesus, Tony!

- I can still explain.

- Where's my bag?

- About your bag.

- My grandmother gave me that bag!

I hate you!

- Claire, wait!

No, don't go anywhere.

Wait, wait!

Claire, wait, wait!

Oh no!

No!

Come on!

Open up!

Not again!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How ya doin'?

Call me.

Hi.

Can I help you?

- So, you're Styles McFee.

- Yeah.

Who are you?

- What if I said I was
the girl you ordered,

and that other girl's a
foreign exchange student?

- That would explain some things.

- I'll cut to the chase.

You've got my money.

But I'll let you keep half if
you help me get out of here.

- Possession is 9/10 of the law, toots.

It's my money now.

You're gonna have to do better than half.

I think we can work something out.

It's a lot of money.

- Get the chair, bitch.

- See, now we're talking.

I'm gonna make you a little deal, okay?

If the sex is really, really great,

I'll give you half the money.

- Baby, when I get done with
you, you'll give me all of it.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- I'm done with you.

Oh, and look, I got all of it.

- No, no, no, no, that's not fair!

- Okay, I can play fair.

Fair enough.

- No, no, no!

(dramatic music)

- Come on, Styles, reach out and touch it.

Oh, yeah, you can't.

Thanks for the good time, Styles.

- No, no, no stop, come on.

I don't deserve this!

Help!

Booker!

Someone help, help!

Booker, get over here!

Rachel?

Tony, Tony, help me.

- What happened to you?

- Dude, there's no time to explain.

A whore stole my purse!

My girlfriend's purse.

But you gotta help me get it back.

- Man, that two-timing.

- Yeah, yeah, go get her Tony!

Don't look in the purse though!

Booker, Booker!

(dramatic music)

Booker!

Someone help, help!

(dramatic music)

Help, Booker!

Someone help!

- I call the police, they come!

- Okay, let me just explain,

because I think you
might've misunderstood.

And you look great, you do.

- This is gonna hurt you
more than it's gonna hurt us.

- What?

(both crying out)

(door banging)

- Hey, man, we need to talk.

Man, knock it off, it's about the money.

- What money?

- Man don't give me that.

I need the frickin' bag back!

The hooker screwed us both!

- I knew she was too hot to be trusted.

We gotta get her!

- Where do you think
you're going, Sweetie?

Give me the purse.

- I was looking for you, baby!

Both you babies.

- Shut up!

You don't mind us keeping
this bag, then I guess, right?

Why don't you hold her hands.

I bet she's got something hidden on her.

Yeah, you like that, right?

What's this, huh?

This a vibrator or something?

Pepper spray.

You gonna spray me, huh?

- Just let me go!

- What if I strip search her?

- We should just let her loose, pervo.

I mean we got the money.

- I called the police, you all go to jail!

- I don't have time for this.

She's getting away!

- Forget her, we got the bag!

- No, I got the bag.

- Hell, no!

- So we're gonna head down
to the student union now.

You'll find students
studying, having a snack,

in their natural habitats,
you know what I mean.

(dramatic music)

- My bag?

- I can explain.

- That bitch tricked us!

There's only a little money here!

(dramatic music)

- Come on, we gotta get out of here.

- It's about time.

- Give me the money!

- Ted.

- That's not fair, man!

- Pleasure doing business with you boys.

- Hey man, that's my money.

- No, it's my money!

(dramatic music)

- Our graduates include
two Nobel prize winners

and 14 senators.

And our faculty is one of the most

prestigious in the entire country.

Tradition, studiousness, dignity.

These words come to mind

when one thinks of this fine university.

(dramatic music)

So, here's an interesting bit of trivia.

Can anyone tell me which campus

building Eugene O'Neill died in?

Anyone?

Cliff?

- Hey, Pete.

- One of the nice things
about this university

is that public beatings
like this rarely happen.

Oh, God.

- How does everyone know about the bag?

- I don't know, something
weird's going on.

I think we're being set up.

You should pack some things.

- Why?

(gun clicks)

- Trust me.

- What are we doing?

- I'm looking for my bag.

Where is it?

- Okay, we have to back in the dorm.

- Oh, no.

We're out of here.

- Listen, you idiot, you do what I say.

And I say we're going back in the dorm!

- Hey Newmar.

- Hey.

- Do you know someone who
lost a purse around here?

- You found it?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, Adrienne's been looking for it!

- Here you go.

- Well, thanks!

- Please everyone, this
is not a representation

of how things work on this campus.

- Okay, I'm giving three to
one odds on the ugly white guy.

Who wants in?

- This is ridiculous.

- My money's on tattoo-boy!

- Gambling is not, gambling
is not allowed on campus.

Sir, gambling is not--

- Pice of the action man.

- What are the odds?

- Three to one.

- I'm good for 20.

- Hold it.

- Yeah, right.

- Out of my way, morons!

- 36 Starflower, we're 10-97 making entry.

- You live here?

- Yeah, I'm the R.A.

What's going on?

- We received a call
saying there was some kind

of hostage situation at this address.

- Reggie.

I thought you went home already.

- Who called the police,

and why is there a Christmas tree in here?

That's a fire hazard!

- Don't look at me.

- Grandmother's handbag.

- You should kick Tony in the balls.

- Totally!

- Hey, the police are here.

- Thank God.

Officers, you will be interested to know

that there is a prostitute in this dorm.

- A prostitute?

- That's her, that's
Dominique the prostitute!

- Me student, they crazy attacking me!

- It seems like she's on drugs.

- Cuff her!

- What's going on?

- They're just arresting
Styles's prostitute.

- Did my foreign exchange
student Dominique ever arrive?

- That's her.

- Wait, wait, wait, let
me get this straight.

There are two Dominiques?

- Yeah, but one's the whore,
and one's just a foreigner.

- (speaking in foreign language)

- We should really get going,

or we'll miss our flight to North Dakota.

- Well I, Ted,

- Well you know, it was
really nice meeting you.

Dominique, was it?

Have a nice time in North Dakota.

- I just have a few more things to pack.

I think you'll really like North Dakota.

- I smell smoke.

- Foosball was smoking.

- He bought the tree.

- You bitches!

- This is a no-smoking building son.

- Well Marla and Lynne have

an eight-ball of coke in their room.

- It's hers!

- Whore!

(dramatic music)

- Stop it!

- What?

- They're going back in the dorm.

Obviously, the money's still in there.

- Oh, yeah.

- So we should go!

(Dominique whistling)

- I am Dominique from France,
foreign exchange student!

- It looks good to me.

But if you're the student.

- [All] Then who are you?

- There she is!

- Where do you think
you're going, babycakes?

- Hi, Dominique?

Finally we meet.

I'm Wang.

- Who here actually called us?

Where's this hostage situation?

- The cops!

- Lorenzo Rosatti!

Let go of the girl Lorenzo!

- Take that!

(dramatic music)

- Booker, I think I smell smoke!

No, seriously Booker, do you smell that?

(everyone coughing)

- Finally we have the Black Hand!

- You, down here!

Cuff them, all three of them right here.

Who are you?

- I'm Gerri Farber.

- No, that's just a cover,
she's Britney the Snake.

I am not going down alone!

- Does anybody know this girl?

- [All] Yes, Gerri.

- Give me the gun.

- It's really her!

- I've seen her before, Rosatti.

That ain't Britney.

- She's lying!

- Shut up, Rosatti.

- Okay, now I smell something burning.

(all gasps)

(dramatic music)

They were supposed to fix this.

- Do you know how to turn that off?

- I think so.

(dramatic music)

- All right, you three stay put.

Everybody else, back to your rooms.

- I can.

- You can explain.

- I'm really sorry.

It's just that.

- I believe you.

- God, I love you.

- I love you, too, baby.

My grandmother was a bitch, anyway.

- Yeah, she was.

(dramatic music)

- Wanna go find that money?

- Really?

Okay.

- Newmar, there you are.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Oh, I got your bag back.

- That's not the right bag.

- Oh.

Can I have my glasses back?

- Here.

- I have a confession to make.

I'm not gay.

I didn't write that poem for Foosball.

I wrote that poem for you.

- You did?

- Yeah.

(dramatic music)

Hey, uh.

There's a shit load of money in here.

- Keep it together guy.

Sorry, please.

You don't need to look over there.

- Forget it.

- Yup, you know what, screw it.

We don't want your stupid,

ugly kids at our university, anyways.

- This place is a madhouse, what a day.

We got Lorenzo Rosatti, the Black Hand,

a prostitute, and a couple
of kids with a bunch of coke.

- I'm not so sure that's a good idea.

I don't know.

- Totally!

After we give Gerri some for her tuition,

we can go to the Bahamas
and live like kings.

- I don't know if we'll have
enough money to do that.

- All right, then we'll go to Vegas.

We'll go away and have the best

Christmas break ever, together.

I'm feeling kind of lucky.

- Yeah, so am I.

♪ Something more than
friends stop playing ♪

♪ Playing games and tell me ♪

♪ That you love ♪

(dramatic music)
(water splashing)

♪ Fall in love ♪

- Booker, thank God!

- I don't even want to know.

- Booker, Booker, I've had
some time to think about it

and I'm really sorry for
the way I've been acting.

In fact, I have a confession to make.

I'm a virgin, too.

I know, I talk really big 'cause
I can't find a girlfriend.

And I guess, I guess I
ordered the whore for myself,

but I was too embarrassed to admit it.

But I realize now that it's
okay to be a virgin, Booker.

It's okay.

We don't have anything to be ashamed of.

- Speak for yourself, loser.

I just lost my virginity.

In fact, I only came back
to get some Gatorade.

I'm gonna go have a bunch more sex now.

See you tomorrow, Styles.

♪ I'm too sexy for my shirt ♪

♪ Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy ♪

- Booker, you're not really
gonna leave me here, are you?

I don't deserve this, Booker!

Yes, I do.

(dramatic music)

♪ I'm too sexy for your party,
too sext for your party ♪

♪ No way I'm disco dancing ♪

- I'm such a jerk!

I mean, I don't do unto
others as they would want it,

I don't even know what
it is, but I don't do it.

♪ I do my little turn on the cat walk ♪

♪ And I'm too sexy for this song ♪

(bell ringing)

- So my family has a lot

planned for us to do over the break.

Tell me about your family.

- Need bathroom.

- Okay, it's over here.

It's right over there.

- Merci.

- Sorry.

Hey, somehow I got your phone,

and it's campus security about something.

- Oh, thanks.

Nice robe.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Wang.

Uh huh.

What?

That's impossible, she's here with me!

- I don't know who that is,

because I'm standing here with a girl

who was mugged on her way to see you.

They took all her things.

Even her passport.

Now we have confirmed her identity.

She is your foreign
exchange student, Dominique.

So can you please come open
the door and let us in?

- Yeah, I'll come right down.

Then who the hell is?

Dominique?

- Yeah, Lorenzo double-crossed me.

- [Man] He got away?

- I followed him and this girl
to her dormitory on campus.

- [Man] Can anyone ID you?

- No, this dumb foreigner arrived,

which gave me the perfect cover.

- [Man] This whole thing's falling apart.

- Shit.

- [Man] Well did you get the money?

- I had it in my hands, but I lost it.

- [Man] We need to find it!

- Yeah.

- [Man] What the hell happened?

How'd you lose it?

- Hang on a sec.

(dramatic music)

It's a long story.

I'll tell you when I get there.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

♪ Teenage lust ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Love and lust ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ The hormones are humming ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ And I'm ready to bust ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ I can't understand the threat I feel ♪

♪ Everything's fuzzy
and nothing seems real ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ I'm trying to lure on my knees ♪

♪ But when you're brought to
my door even hookers are free ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ In class I'm hoeing down ♪

♪ At night I'm focused on ♪

♪ I wanna 4.0 in getting laid ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ To wish this all well,
I'm glad you paid it ♪

♪ Don't worry folks,
I'm getting sexucated ♪

♪ Call it what you call it ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ The swaying begins ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ The girls who come with him ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ And the boys that come in ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ I heard the stories all of the time ♪

♪ I'm trying to learn but
there's too much on my mind ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Academia my brains in a cage ♪

♪ My libido is hollering
and I'm coming of age ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ Sexucated ♪

♪ In class I'm hoeing down ♪

♪ At night I'm focused on ♪

♪ I wanna 4.0 in getting laid ♪

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

♪ Hanukkah lights me up like a flame ♪

♪ Whenever we lay those
straight old games ♪

♪ Rest up for eight wild nights ♪

♪ That'll keep us awake
till the morning light ♪

♪ I hope I get everything that I want ♪

♪ I wish that all those
things would appear ♪

♪ I hope that I get everything I ask for ♪

♪ I just can't wait another year ♪

♪ Now it's the festival of lights ♪

♪ I just want you in my room tonight ♪

♪ Forget all those things
that you wrapped for me ♪

♪ I just want you under
my heart of the tree ♪

♪ I hope I get everything that I want ♪

♪ I wish that all those
things would appear ♪

♪ I hope I get everything I asked for ♪

♪ I just can't wait another year ♪

♪ Don't think about bringing Saint Nick ♪

♪ I don't want that game to stick ♪

♪ Don't leave me that stocking ♪

♪ Keep on rocking with
that Hanukkah kick ♪

♪ Keep going tiny Dance ♪

♪ Don't stop me little Prancer ♪

♪ Keep Rudolf on the rode and
running just a little faster ♪

♪ I hope I get everything that I want ♪

♪ I wish that all those
things would appear ♪

♪ I hope that I get everything I ask for ♪

♪ I just can't another year ♪

♪ Everything ♪

♪ I hope I get everything that I want ♪

♪ And I want you ♪

♪ I wish all those things would appear ♪

♪ Everything ♪

♪ I hope I get everything I asked for ♪

♪ And I want more ♪

♪ I just can't wait another year ♪

♪ Hanukkah lights me up like a flame ♪

♪ Whenever we play those
straight old games ♪