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That is the sexiest fucking thing
I've ever heard.

- 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!

♪ Live without me ♪

♪ You can live without a loss ♪

♪ Secretly you're burning
through my veins ♪

♪ Like an overdose, overdose ♪

♪ You're telling me
that I can ease the pain ♪

♪ With your overdose, overdose ♪

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!

♪ Never took your side ♪

♪ Never curse your name ♪

♪ I keep my lips shut tight ♪

♪ Until you go ♪

♪ We've come as far ♪

♪ As we're ever gonna get ♪

- Hello?
- ♪ Go, foxes, go ♪

♪ Fight on for Essex ♪

♪ Shout it out loud ♪

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!

♪ I'm in misery,
but you can't seem ♪

♪ As old as your omens ♪

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

♪ We share
never keep your prayer hands ♪

♪ From falling ♪

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.

♪ We give meaning
to frivolous things ♪

♪ And call them
necessary have-to-haves ♪

♪ Like pricey purses
and the latest Benzes ♪

♪ And the newest gadgets ♪

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.

♪ Never met a pill
I didn't know how to take ♪

♪ But that was getting old,
I had to give it a break ♪

♪ I never met an emotion
I didn't know how to fake ♪

♪ But now I'm getting older,
and I want to be straight ♪

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. Ah. 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!

♪ The day you took my voice ♪

♪ The power of my melodies ♪

♪ I knew that this was the day ♪

♪ And then you took my voice ♪

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.

♪ That's the way we get down, down ♪

♪ Turn it up, turn it up ♪

♪ That's the way we get down, down ♪

♪ Turn it up, turn it up ♪

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!

♪ I could stand out here
and tell myself I wasn't ready ♪

♪ I'll get a million-dollar deal ♪

♪ They both are really heavy ♪

♪ Making plans that slip
right through my hands ♪

♪ Just like confetti ♪

♪ We could get together,
make a baby if you're ready ♪

♪ Pretend I'm nothing special ♪

♪ Yeah, they both are really heavy ♪

♪ Making plans that slip
right through my hands ♪

♪ Just like confetti ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ Are you a girl? ♪

♪ Are you a boy? ♪

♪ I'm not your girl ♪

♪ I'm not your boy ♪

♪ Freak, I could stand out here ♪

♪ And tell myself I wasn't ready ♪

♪ I'll get a million-dollar deal ♪

♪ They both are really heavy ♪

♪ Can you love somebody
with a mind full of confetti? ♪

♪ Daddy, we could get together ♪

♪ Make a baby if you're ready ♪

♪ Pretend I'm nothing special ♪

♪ Yeah, they both are really heavy ♪

♪ Making plans that slip
right through my hands ♪