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Previously on Greek:

Tell this chick
you're not interested.

- Send her a text.
- Really?

- You're officially free.
- That was fast.

Rusty, thanks
for letting me know.

By the way,
I have crabs.

Come on.
This is your junior year.

You need to start making
some tough decisions.

What I want is to be
at the center of things.

To be challenged
and inspired.

And I'm still very much
considering law school.

I woke up this morning,
and I finally realized

no matter what I say or do,
I can't change the past

- or how you feel about it.
- What if I was less
of a jealous idiot?

Then I'd think, maybe,
we could be friends.

- Remember Shane?
- Yeah.

You know why he stood
Casey up after
the Mr. Perfect contest?

I paid him
to leave her alone.
Pretty smart, huh?

Instead of trying to keep
all the guys away
from one girl,

you should find a girl
who thinks you're
the only guy in the room.

Can't believe you
signed up for an extra class
you don't get credit for.

It's a prep class.
And, according to Evan,

it's the best way
to ace the LSAT.

And it gets my mom off
my back, which is even
better than course credit.

Thank God I gave up my
advanced degree aspirations.

Standardized tests
are so not my thing.

Good luck, Case.

I'm off to my seminar
on the movies of John Hughes.

- Ta!
- Enjoy!

Ahem. So...

Is Evan taking
this LSAT class, too?

Evan? No, Mr. Born Lawyer
already took the class,
of course.

On his way to becoming
the Supreme Court's
youngest clerk ever.

"Welcome to your first step

towards an exciting
future career in the law."

Casey Cartwright, Esquire.

Bad-ass prosecutor
by day,

and Armani-wearing
temptress by night.

It's like you're a superhero.

A superhero with
an expense account.

Don't remind me.

- About expense accounts?
- About money. I'm broke.

What am I gonna do about
spring break? It's next week.

There's no way you can
your parents go give you more?

I can't tell them
I've already spent my
allowance for this month.

Can I borrow against
your future account?

You'll have
to make an appointment

with my cute
administrative man-sistant
to discuss that.

Stop, you're intimidating me.

Wait until you see me
in the courtroom.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury...

Case closed.
And so it is resolved.

It takes 427 licks to get
to the chocolate-y center.

Good going, Spitter.
I've never seen anyone
lick something that fast.

It was mildly disturbing.

Now, that that's out of the way,
you're all ready to become

- new men.
- Are we getting initiated?

This is an initiation of sorts.

Wait, Beaver.

This box contains
the lost souls of dozens
of departed Kappa Taus.

You think there
are body parts in there?

This box holds your futures.

You are no longer Pickle.

- I'm not?
- No, you're not.

You are now...

...Peter Carey, age 24.
Kappa Tau class of 2006.

Gentlemen, it's time
to get your fake IDs.

Because while the Kappa Tau
basement does not card,

- the bouncers
at spring break do.
- Buzzkill.

Doormen you encounter
next week are fierce, pledges.

You must become one
with your new identities.

Let no Myrtle Beach
bouncer tear you asunder.

Ben Bennett,
you are now...

Of course.
Frank Franklin.

Sweet!

Wait, that doesn't
look anything like him.

- We're gonna
get in trouble?
- Everything worthwhile

comes with at a risk, Spitter.

Or should I say...

...Chad Stewart?

So what'd you get?

- A new notebook?
- Your score.

I got a 160 last practice test.
I got a 160 on my
last practice test,

which would be OK,
except I want to go to Yale

and they would laugh at me
with that score.

And if I don't get
into the international

trade law program at Yale,

I'm done.
I have a 3.9, which is OK,

but I really need to beef up
my internships this summer

if I don't want
to be a total joke.

Yeah.

Have you started
interviewing yet?

Interviewing...
No, not yet.

Um, I thought this class
was my first step

towards an exciting
future career in the law.

What'd you get on
your last practice test?

One-seventy.

OK, looks like some people

are overdoing it
a little bit, right?

What do you mean?

OK, everybody.

Let's get down to business.

I'm sure you've been practicing,
so let's go ahead

- and start off
with a mock-LSAT.
- Yes!

Pass those back.

- You've got two hours.
- Um...

When I say go, go.

Go.

Welcome to Bionic Beats.
Can I see some ID?

No problem.

Oh.

He's on the guest list.

- Chad Stewart, huh?
- That's right. Chad Stewart.

2343 Homer Terrace,
Sunshine, Florida.

Hm.

What's your sign, buddy?

You get out of here.
You and your fake ID!

You get out of my club!
Nobody messes with Tad,

the best bouncer
in Myrtle Beach!
Get outta my sight!

Ow! Come on!

You didn't have
to give a noogie.

Lucky that's all you got.
If we were in Myrtle,

you'd get a class-one
misdemeanor punishable by a fine

of not more than $200
or imprisonment for not more

than 30 days
plus court costs.

Let's let Rusty's abject failure
be a lesson to us all.

OK, well, what kind of question
is, "What's your sign?"

A question the real Chad Stewart
would have answered easily.

Now, there's an in-bar
field test coming up tonight.

I want you to study up
and be prepared,

or it's Noogieville for you.
Or jail in some states.

Man, it is wild in there!

You don't even wanna know.
Ooh-ooh!

Ooh-ooh!

Back of the line. Next.

Oh! I can't believe this.

How commercialized
spring break has become?

That's all good.
It's that I won't
be able to participate

in any of the pre-packaged
commercialism this year

unless I win the lottery.

Hello, Powerball.

- Don't you have a credit card?
- Yeah, but the bill
goes to my parents.

And ever since they figured out
that my charges to MAC

were for lip gloss and
not computer tech-support,

they've been strict with it.

Well, you won't
have that problem here.

Your Credit Plus bill
goes right to you.

Not only that,

it will allow you to establish
a credit history in your name.

That sounds like
a smart thing to do.

It is. And for
every purchase you make,

- you'll earn points.
- Ooh!

And I can offer you
a thousand dollar limit.

- Sign us up!
- Oh, I don't know.

I can throw in a free MP3
player, but the offer
is good for today only.

But since you guys
are such good customers,

I can have those cards
overnighted to you,

and you'll be ready
to charge tomorrow.

It's just a credit card.
It's not the Army.

Sure, why not?

Spring break,
here we come.

- What are you studying?
- I am studying Chad Stewart.

I haven't come
across any Chad Stewart.

Is that in the
string theory section?

Chad Stewart is the guy
whose fake ID I inherited.

But all I can find is his CRU
web page from three years ago.

Apparently,
he's a songwriter.

♪ Hunter's heart ♪

♪ I see you hiding
and I target you ♪

♪ Try to run ♪

♪ My love will capture you ♪

Not bad, huh?

Pretty rudimentary chord changes
if you ask me.

- How old do I look in this?
- Eighteen.

You know, lying about who
you are is never good, Rusty.

It signals a lack
of self-esteem.

Why would I want
to be anyone

- but Dale Kettlewell?
- You wouldn't, Dale.

Obviously.

- What about this?
- You look like my cousin Barry.

He always wore a hat like that.
He's in prison now.

I don't care about your cousin.

I need to look like
a 24-year-old singer

and snowboarder who backpacks
through Southeast Asia.

To my knowledge, people who
travel through Southeast Asia

generally look like pedophiles.
Which is kind of fitting,

because that's what Barry
got pinched for.

All right.
Come on, man, help me out.

I will. By referring you
to the Book of Matthew,

which tells us that
one sign of the end times

is Satan impersonating
an angel of light.

So it's up to you, Rust.
What do you want to be?

Satan, or an angel of light?

Whichever gets me served
in Myrtle Beach, Dale.

That'd be Satan.
Satan lives in Myrtle Beach.

Hey! What are you
doing here?

Ooh, Your Guide
to Acing the LASAT.

I'm taking that prep class
you took last semester.

- Oh, yeah.
- Why didn't you tell me

the goobers in that class
passed the bar? I am way behind.

I got a 140 on my
first practice test,

thanks to those
stupid logic problems.

So I thought...

I could help you?

Yeah, but not
if it's too weird.

I don't want to ask too much
of our brand-new friendship.

Um...

You know, of course
it's not too weird.

You need help,
I'm here for you.

And I've got a bunch of my
old practice tests upstairs.

- Oh.
- You're right, those
logic problems can be a bitch.

OK. Pickle,
you're up first.

Then Ben Bennett. Rusty might
need a little extra prep time.

- Hey, I've been studying.
- I'm sure you have, Spitter.

OK, she just got a big tip.
Her mood is good.

Pickle, you're up.

Gentlemen.

What can I get you?

I'll have a vodka
and orange juice, please.

No problem.
Can I just see some ID first?

Sure.

So, Peter,
I see you're from Omaha?

I'm a Libra.

- How about just
the orange juice?
- OK.

What about you? You over 21?

Well, I'm flattered
you'd ask, little lady.

I haven't been ID'd in years.

Six-foot-three, huh?

I'm gotta go to the bathroom.

- Me, too.
- Hm...

What about you two?
Got some ID for me?

Are you really
Chad Stewart?

- In the flesh.
- Yeah. Who else would I be?

This is so weird.

I always had this fantasy of
you walking into my bar one day.

I never thought
it would happen.

I mean, you haven't been
seen in Cyprus in three years,

since you walked out of that
gig at the Coffee Grounds Cafe.

By the way, I agree with you.
Commercialism has ruined music.

Hunter's Heart is my favorite
song off your underground CD.

Ha! I'm Trish,
by the way.

Uh, well,
you know my name.

So what can I get you?

- Uh, Singapore Sling.
- Singapore Sling.

You are so cool.
I'll be right back.
Don't go anywhere.

- Singapore Sling?
- Well, Chad Stewart spent
a summer in Singapore.

Oh! Far be it for me
to question Chad Stewart.

"A seafood restaurant
serves five different entrees

on five different nights.

If halibut is served only
on Tuesdays and Thursdays,

then when does the
restaurant serve lobster?"

Ugh!

First of all, I'm never
eating seafood again.

Secondly, am I crazy
or are these questions
totally pointless?

Is anyone thinking of fish

when they're defending someone
on death row?

If they're hungry, maybe.

No, seriously, the point is
testing your reasoning skills.

They're what you use to craft
your entire argument.

You know, and winning arguments
is what the law is all about.

If you find
the right argument,

you can win any case. It doesn't
matter what the facts are.

- The truth is beside the point.
- OK.

But, in the meantime,
I'm still dealing with fish.

That's true. OK.

But I also know that you
happen to be a whiz at Sudoku.

Remember? I had fight you
for it every Sunday morning.

Yeah?
What are you trying to do?

Torture me with the
various leisure activities

I no longer have time to enjoy?

No, no. I'm trying
to point out to you

that these logic problems
are actually a lot like Sudoku.

You line things up and
cancel them out until they fit.

- OK. That makes sense.
- Yeah.

So let's try this again,
Sunday morning Sudoku-style.

Right on.

Isn't this strange?

I mean, us getting studying
for the LSAT together
like we always planned?

No. It doesn't feel
strange to me.

It feels...

...great that we can be mature
enough to sit here together,

studying, as friends.
I love this.

Me, too.

So there I was,
all alone,

hiking through the
Kanchanaburi province,

when I came upon the most
pristine rainbow I've ever seen.

Wait, is that how you got
inspired to write Wet Tuesday?

That's my second
favorite song of yours.

Uh, no. Actually the, uh,
the wetness in the song

refers to the tears that
I shed after a bad breakup.

Wow. Must've been the
worst breakup ever,

given the violent
imagery in that song.

"Singed flesh" and
"shattered bones." Yikes!

Yeah. Exactly.

Gee, you sure know
a lot about my music.

I'm sorry. Am I
making you uncomfortable?

I know how
private you are.

I'm just still so amazed
you came out of hiding.

Oh. I'll be right back.

Did you see that?
She's way into me.

Easy, Spitter.
Chick bartenders

tend to make all
male drinkers feel like that.

They're like clothed
strippers that way.

Hey, um, would you,
maybe, be interested

in going to this party thing
with me this weekend?

- Yeah.
- Great!

OK. Um, meet me here.

Friday night, 7:00.

- OK.
- Excuse me, miss.

- OK. Bye.
- All right.

Looks like you
had it all wrong.

- Cough syrup and suntan lotion.
- Exactly.

Yeah.

Sunday morning Sudoku.

♪ Oh, no, no ♪

♪ I was naive ♪

♪ Not to let you go ♪

♪ When the time was right ♪

♪ I was a fool ♪

No.

Casey's a genius, yay!

OK. Let's not
get ahead of ourselves.

- It's just a practice test.
- But you got a 155.

- And that deserves
another round.
- Exactly.

I'll get this one.

A pitcher, please,
and you can keep the tab open.

Got it.

I've always wanted to say that.

Take it easy there,
Spendy González.

I don't want
my first court case

bailing you out
of debtor's prison.

I have it under control.

Besides, every time
I make a purchase,

- I earn points.
- Points for what?

I don't know.
But everyone loves points.

Oh. I'll be right back.

I'm gonna give my
study-buddy the good news.

I say they're back together
by spring break.
What do you think?

I don't think she'd
take him back, do you?

Never thought she'd
take him back after
he slept with Rebecca.

And I never thought she'd
hook up with Cappie again.

So who knows?

But, think about it, this is how
they started out freshman year.

They were just friends.
Before you know it,

a friendly hug becomes
a friendly kiss becomes
here we go again.

So... it's not what
I'd choose for her,

but if it makes her happy...

I guess I thought.
she was so done with him,

nothing he did
would make a difference.

No, I outscored most of those
bleeding ulcers because of you.

- Thank you so much.
- You're the one
that took the test.

You're gonna
make a great lawyer.

I, for one,
can personally attest

to your skills in the
argumentative arts.

Seriously, I owe you one.

Let's grab dinner,
celebrate.

Yeah, sure, why not?

- All right.
- But only if you let me treat.

- OK.
- OK.

♪ I think you've forgotten
all of your plans ♪

♪ See, you never
meant to be here ♪

♪ And I think you should know ♪

♪ You're better off alone
Alone, alone, alone ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪♪

She's going for it.

I tell her I snowboard
in the Swiss Alps.

So then she invites me to
this wild party this weekend.

- Are you gonna go?
- Of course I'm gonna go.

- I can't disappoint
my biggest fan.
- That is awesome.

I can't believe she bought you
as a 24-year-old musician.

We have got to work
on our fake ID technique, OK?

Aren't you supposed to be

organizing Beaver's
adult video collection?

Oh, sorry, Cap.
Rusty was just telling us

about the sweet party
he's going to this weekend.

Is that so?

Spitty, you're not
actually thinking

about going to that party?

Trish invited me.
I can't stand her up.

No, Trish invited Chad Stewart.
Not Rusty Cartwright.

Playing Chad Stewart

over a round of Singapore Slings
is one thing,

but do you really think you can
pull it off for an entire night?

Methinks you're
in over your head, wee one.

- You think I can't handle it?
- Well...

- Hey. Come on.
- No, I...

'Cause I think I can
handle myself just fine.

In fact, while you've been tied
down with one girl all semester,

I've been handling myself
with various ladies.

Well, handling yourself

is perfectly normal
and we all do it,

but it's not necessarily
something you wanna brag about.

- Very funny. What about Tina?
- Oh, I forgot about Tina.

Too bad she turned out
to be so... crabby.

- Hey, I took care of it.
- OK.

I'm not trying
to sound like a jerk.

I just don't want you
to get carried away.

Because when a man gets
too big for his britches,

you know how he
ends up, Rusty?

Naked.

Think about that.

I really wanted that wrap.

It would've gone perfectly with
all of my new bathing suits.

What kind of thrift store
doesn't take credit cards?

A thrift store
that only takes cash.

And didn't you already
buy some sort of wrap?

I can return that.
And this is vintage.

OK. Do I need
to do a credit-card
intervention on you?

I need all this stuff
for spring break.

When I get back,
I'll get more allowance

and I'll be able to pay it all
off, without a cent of interest.

Do you see how carefully
I've thought this out?

Yeah, but your careful thinking
seems to have found its limit.

Unless...

...I give up "careful" thinking
and go for more...

- ..."outside the box" thinking.
- Uh-oh.

You said you needed
a new flash drive.

They sell those
at the campus store,
which takes credit cards.

See where I'm
going with this?

Yeah, I give you the cash,
and you charge the flash.

And we have a plan.

Just this once.

Please, please,
please, please, please.

All right, all right.

Why do I feel like Michael
Jackson's plastic surgeon?

- What are those?
- Uh, books.

You, of all people,
should recognize them.

So you were serious
about that law school thing?

I thought you were trying
to get Mom off your back.

No, that was just a happy
byproduct. Rusty, hello.

Law school has been my plan
since freshman year.

Really? What kind of law?

I'll worry about that after
I get through my LSAT class.

Which, by the way,
I am kicking ass in.

I have to go
meet Evan for dinner.

You're meeting Evan
for dinner?

He's been helping me with
my LSAT class, that's all.

And we're going out
to celebrate.

- And... here we go again.
- And...

Did anyone ever tell you

you're the world's
biggest flip-flopper?

I'm not flip-flopping.
Evan and I are friends.

No, Evan isn't capable
of being a decent friend.

- Rusty...
- There's always
a catch with him.

He's sneaky and manipulative,

and you cannot trust him.

Case, he's gonna take you to
some swanky, romantic restaurant

and try and lure you back.

It's like he's the Kanchanaburi
pit viper of Thailand,

and you're his juicy
little field mouse.

You haven't let Cappie
make you brownies, have you?

And there's no way that's
what Evan's thinking.

What's with the jacket?
You look like you're 12.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

See ya later, Rust.

Don't be his
field mouse, Casey.

This is the kind of
place I was in the mood for.

I'm glad you suggested it.

Me, too. Hey.

I hope you're in
the mood for this, too.

You're not gonna give me a
mock-LSAT over dinner, are you?

What's this for?

Well, uh,
it just so happens

that my dad's old buddy is the
dean of admissions at Harvard.

And it just so happens
that this old buddy

is in Cyprus
for some conference.

That's a lot of
just-so-happening.

But the biggest
happening of all,

I got you a sit-down
with him. Sunday afternoon.

- Harvard Law School?
- Kind of a big one.

- Where you're going.
- Mm-hm.

Wait a minute, Case.
Come on.

You're not reading
too much into this, are you?

- It just seems...
- Listen.

Two of my Omega Chi brothers
are already meeting with him.

I thought... I thought it'd
be great if you did, too.

You know? This isn't some
elaborate ploy to get you back.

- Oh, I know.
- 'Cause we're just friends.

Amigos, right? That's it.

But, listen, if that's
too weird for you, then...

No! It's not
too weird for me.

And it's not
too weird for me.

OK, so...

I feel like a total jackass.

Um, can we just order
and forget I said anything?

- And thank you.
- And you're welcome.

I love my new lip gloss.
What do you think?

I think...

...that corporate litigation
sounds really boring.

Well, so do I.
So stop reading that
and come to Dobler's with me.

- I'm gonna open another tab.
- I can't.

I'm meeting this
Harvard guy tomorrow.

I need to find something
to talk to him about,

like what kind of law
I want to practice.

There's...

Ooh! Quantitative
corporate finance.

That sounds worse than
corporate litigation.

No, no, no. This actually
sounds kind of cool:

"Students learn
to assess risk...

...by using multi-factor
models and analyzing
corporate structure."

Whatever you say.

- What's up with your knee?
- What?

You looked like you were
having a convulsion.

No, it didn't.

OK.

Well, I'm off.
When fun Casey returns,

she knows where to find me.

"Contracts..."

Hey, I don't look
12 in this, do I?

- No.
- All right. Good.

But it is kind of
a feminine cut.

Where are you going? Another one
of your debauched frat fetes?

Actually, no.
This is a party for grown-ups.

- I'm listening.
- Uh, it's just this girl I met.

It's this party in town.
No one from school.

Townie party?
I'm totally down.

Uh, I didn't invite you, Dale.
And why would you want to go?

Rusty, I'm so weary
of the juvenile drivel

that passes for conversation
on this campus.

A little adult interaction

is exactly what
I need right now.

You know a lot
about music, right?

Are Norma Kettlewell's
fresh-baked blueberry muffins
the best smell in the world?

- The answer is yes.
- OK. Great.

Then you can come.
'Cause I might need your help.

As always. All right.

There's a five-dollar minimum
for charges.

Oh. Well, I'll just have to
get five dollars worth of gum.

Mm! Sorry.
Card's been declined.

Come on. For five dollars?
Are you sure?

- Yep.
- But I have
a thousand dollar limit.

There's no way I could
possibly have spent...

Um, you don't happen
to take points, do you?

Look at all these
nice cars.

- I hope we're not underdressed.
- You might be.

- And you have to call me Chad.
- What? No, Rusty.

I did not sign on
for anything like that.

- Hi.
- Hey, Trish.

I told you
you were underdressed.

You look wonderful.

Um... Uh, this
is my buddy, Dale.

Yeah, hey. I, uh...

I just decided to accompany
my good buddy Rock and Roll Chad

to your little
shindig tonight.

Um,
Chad, I'm so glad you came.

But, listen,
please don't hate me.

I wasn't totally honest with
you when I invited you here.

Hey, I've always
said honesty is overrated.

So, whatever it is,
it's no big deal.

OK.

Two people joining
under God. Sweet.

My sister Jill is
getting married today,

and she's an even
bigger fan of yours than I am,
believe it or not.

I'm sorry to
ambush you like this.

But I knew you'd say no
if I asked in advance.

But, well,
our dad died last year,

and it was your music
that got Jill through
that terrible time.

And I promised her you'd do it.
I know that was stupid.

I just thought...

Well, since my dad
couldn't be here

to walk Jill down the aisle,
maybe Hunter's Heart can.

- You want me to sing?
- Yeah. Go get 'em, Chad-o.

Let's hear you
rock that mic.

Oh, my God, my sister's
gonna be so excited!

Sorry.

♪ Hunter's heart ♪

♪ You hide...
And I try to... ♪

♪ Something... ♪

What's wrong?
Is it stage fright?

I know it's been
a long time.

I'm sorry. I can't do this.
I'm not Chad Stewart.

Just give us a second.
Everything's fine.

What are you
talking about?

My name is Rusty Cartwright.

I'm 18 years old, I'm tone-deaf,
I don't snowboard,

I used Chad Stewart's ID
to buy alcohol.

- That was a fake ID?
- I'm really sorry.

I probably could've
gotten you fired.

Yeah, that's the least
of my problems right now.

What's happening?
What's going on?

Maybe she came to her senses
and decided to call it off.

- She didn't want to marry him!
- - She shouldn't.

Are you kidding me, Jill?
You're flaking?

That is it!

I am SO sick of you
and your drama-queen games!

You're calling me
a drama queen?

I have just one word
for you, Pete: Phoenix.

Oh! You would bring that up!

Let's go.

I hope you've learned a
lesson about the wages of sin...

Shut up, Dale!

Thanks for making it quick.
My friend's having of a crisis.

Here you go.

I'm so pathetic. I can't
even pay for my own beer.

So you overdid on
the whole consumerism thing.

It happens. This is America.
Don't fret.

I can't believe
I bought all that stuff.

I kept getting
this crazed feeling

like if I didn't grab
what I wanted right away,

- that someone else would.
- I know what you mean.

Hey, isn't that that Lambda Sig
who stood up Casey?

- What's his name, Shane?
- Ugh! What a dirtbag.

Look at him over there,
laughing all slimily.

That whole thing was so weird.

Wasn't it?
He seemed so into her.

- I know!
- I mean, if I were Casey,

I'd be dying to know what made
him do that, wouldn't you?

He shouldn't be allowed to get
away with dissing her like that.

- You're right.
- I'm sick of guys
treating girls

like crap and never
get called out on it.

Me, too.

Oooh, I wish I could
just go over there

and tell him off
right here and now.

- You should.
- Really?

Yeah. Do it!

OK.

Hey, you!

Uh, yes? Can I help you?

Um, you sure can.

You can start by explaining
to me who you think you are,

- blowing off Casey Cartwright?
- Um, OK.

You seem a little drunk, so...

Well, you seem
a little bit like a loser.

Like one of those guys
who has to treat girls badly

- to feel like a real man.
- If you want to lecture someone

about treating girls badly,

talk to Evan Chambers,
not my bro here.

- Steve.
- Stop trying
to change the subject.

Evan is a really good
friend of Casey's now.

Look...

Evan is no friend of Casey's.

What do you mean?

Hold on.

Hold on five seconds.

Casey. What's wrong?

Did you pay Shane Mullen
to stay away from me?

Uh, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about you paying
someone a thousand dollars

to stand me up and humiliate me.

That is crazy.
Who told you that?

- Shane told Ashleigh
at Dobler's.
- And you believe him over me?

Why would he make that up?

'Cause he's a jerk.
To excuse bad behavior.

So you didn't pay him off?

Look, you need to forget
about him.

You've got an interview
to prepare for.

OK. You're not denying it.

Just give me a
straight answer, Evan.

OK, yes.

Who does that?

You dumped me.
You don't want to be with me,

but you don't want
anyone else to either?

- How could you be so spiteful?
- I didn't do it to be spiteful.

- Then why?
- Because I love you.

Oh, Evan.

After everything
we've been through?

Did you really think this
is how you could win me back?

- Because that's not love.
- I was desperate.

OK. People who love each other
shouldn't manipulate each other.

This needs to stop.

The things we keep doing
to each other need to stop.

I just don't want you
to hate me.

I don't hate you.

I feel... sad for you.

And for me,

because I really thought
we were friends.

And now...

I think, um,
you should, I don't know,

um, take some time,
get your head together.

My head is perfectly together.

- I didn't mean...
- No, no, no. I got it.

- You think I'm pathetic.
- Evan.

I think we're done here.

I hope I can work this out.

I really need to buy Casey
a pick-me-up present.

Oh, my God!
I've been on hold for so long

this techno version
of Ode to Joy
is starting to sound catchy.

You could always
just return everything instead.

I mean, Ashleigh. Do you
really need this tankini?

OK. First, I love that
you know the term tankini.

- And second, yes.
- Ashleigh.

What? I'm gonna work out
a payment plan,

and everything will be fine.
Hello! Yes!

So I spent a little more
than I planned,

and my card was declined,
so I just...

Really? You can?

That's great!

- Thank you!
- Wow, that was quick.

Did they you on a payment plan?

Nope, they upped
my credit limit.

Ah!

Hey, what are you doing?

Learning how to take
a pair of leather jodhpurs
from runway to reality.

Hm.

Don't you have that
Harvard meeting at noon?

The meeting Evan set up?
Uh, no thanks.

I'd rather wear
leather jodhpurs.

Seriously, sweetie, you
cannot blow off that meeting.

Sure, I can.
It's Evan-tainted now.

Who cares about Evan's taint?
Yes, he did something creepy,

and I totally support you

wanting to stay
miles away from him.

But this Harvard meeting
is about your life, not his.

You seem to have
a good head on your shoulders.

I'd say if your
scores keep improving,

and you fill
your resume out a bit,

you've got a good shot.

So do you have any more
questions for me?

No, I think that's it.

You've been very helpful.
I'm so glad we did this.

All right.
Then I have a question for you.

Let's assume you get in...
to Harvard, or someplace else.

That's just the beginning.

I want to know what it is about
the law that's exciting to you.

Why do you, Casey Cartwright,
want to be a lawyer?

Geez, Dale.

It really weirds me out
when you do that.

Sorry. Come in!

- Hi, Dale.
- Hi, Chelsea.

Oh, sorry, it's Casey, right?
Chelsea was my ex-girlfriend.

- That I had.
- Actually, I wanted
a word with Rusty.

Oh, yeah. Sure.
You guys go ahead. I, uh...

I was actually
gonna head out,

go to the gym
for a little bit.

Been working out,
you know, just for me.

You know, for summer.

Those space pajamas
don't look sweat-proof.

So why are you here?

No one else
will understand this.

You're the only person
I could think of

who's known what they want to do
with the rest of your life

- since they were in diapers.
- It was actually pre-school.

We made these pinhole cameras,
checking out a solar eclipse,

and I had this
kind of "a-ha" moment.

Which you probably had about
law school sometime, too, right?

Except that it wasn't
my "a-ha" moment.

- It was Evan's.
- I don't get it.

Being Miss "A-ha-Less,"

it was easier
to follow Evan's path.

So easy that,
after a while,

I forgot I was
following anyone at all.

Unfortunately,
I didn't figure that out

until the Harvard dean
of admissions asked me

why I want to be a lawyer,
and I had to say,

"Because of my ex-boyfriend."

Well, if there's
one thing that I've learned,

it's that living someone else's
life is never a good idea.

Everyone in that LSAT class
knew exactly what they wanted,

from where they
would go to law school

to what kind of
lawyer they would be.

And it turns out, I know
exactly what I want, too.

I know what kind of law
I want to practice.

None.

So what now?

Now... we do not mope.

We go back to ZBZ,

make slice-and-bake cookies
and eat the whole pan.

- Are you in?
- I'm in.

Not that jacket.