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Previously on Greek:

You never mentioned
that you knew a Kappa Tau.

Heath? We met during rush.
It's no big deal.

This is the one chance we have
to follow our impulses
and get away with it.

- So, uh, what now?
- All I know is I'm in college,

- and I had fun with you.
- But what about Michael?

Cappie and I kissed
very briefly,
which we have since left behind.

Frannie is the one who called
to warn me about Rebecca's
Greek Week behavior.

Frannie was your eyes and ears?

The only vote I care about
is for president,

and I'm happy to have you
challenge me for that

because I cannot wait
to kick your ass.

Yeah. You're ahead. I count
two more pink than white.

Which means our preliminary
polls put me two measly votes
ahead of Frannie.

I can't believe there's even
a chance she could
be ZBZ president.

I know, right? It's like nobody
remembers that she was removed
from office last semester.

That was just last semester?

Wow. It feels like
forever ago.

That was Jessica S.
She's going with Frannie.

She still thinks
I stole her toothbrush.

As if there's no way
Colgate makes more than one
of the same stupid color.

Forget about Jessica S.
and Jessica P.

We have Jessica M.
and Jessica R. still undecided.

Half the house
is still undecided.

And she's a senior, AKA one
of Frannie's pledge sisters.

- You have most of the juniors.
- How many sophomores
do we have?

- Seven firm, eight maybe.
- Then there's the pledges.

Who will probably follow
whoever Rebecca chooses to back.

Our very own
super dele... pledge.

Which is why
I want her to nominate me
at tonight's meeting.

- You think she'll do it?
- She owes me one.

But who knows? Rebecca is
one tough nut to crack.

Yeah, she's like one of those
pistachios with no opening.

- Oh, I hate those.
- So do I.

I just have to break her
before Frannie does.

Speak of the nutcracker.

Frannie's calling me, too.

And me.

It's up to each of you

to decide the fate of ZBZ
on election night.

Who would you rather have
leading the house,

a sister with a proven
track record like myself,

or a sister with Lizzi
on speed dial?

Vote Frannie
for ZBZ president!

Uh, did Robo-Frannie seriously
just drop a Lizzi bomb?

What's the problem,
little buddy?

Is is a rainy day or Monday?
Those always get me down.

I'm fine.

I need to get back to this.
For some reason
I can't beat this guy.

Just, I was reading
through my journal last night...

You mean your diary?

No. Journal.

And I realized
this year's almost over
and I only dated one girl.

And you see no obvious
connection between this fact
and the diary?

- Journal.
- Right.

Well, you dated
that Jacqueline.

Jen K.

Right.
What about Crabs Girl?

Hardly dated.

Oh, you went
to the ZBZ formal last week.

Yeah, with my sister's
best friend, as "friends."

I just... I want to find someone
to get excited about, you know?

You sure it's not a diary?

You're not doing much better.

You only dated Rebecca
this year.

Buck up, Bridget Jones.

We just need to get back
out there, cast a wider net.

A date dash
for the Tri-Pis, perhaps?

Get those girls in your house,
it's not a question of if,
but when.

Hey, I got a better idea.
Meet me at 4:00 at Dobler's.

Intriguing and done.
Oh, wait, Rus, hey.

By the way, I'm sorry
about all the diary crap.

You know, strictly between us,

I've got one, too.

- Really?
- God, no. I'll see you at 4:00.

She's about to sing
Anything Goes.
You're gonna miss it.

I don't think "miss" is the word
I would use when An Evening
With Patti LuPone is involved.

I believe you owe me.
I did watch the Ducks game
with you last week.

When you agreed to it
you thought I meant
The Mighty Ducks movie.

I'm an Estevez completist.
And technically,
it is still sports.

I just want to read my book, OK?

- What's going on?
- Nothing. I just have
a lot of studying to do.

So, you know, I...
I think I'm gonna go.

Cal, we can watch something
else. It's not a big deal.

No, no, no, it's OK.

I, um...
I'll call you tomorrow, OK?

- Hey, Little Sis, off to class?
- No, skydiving, actually.
This is my parachute.

That's so funny.

Anyway, I was wondering,

can I count on your support
for ZBZ president?

Casey, I'm sure you realize
the success of
the democratic process

- relies on the guarantee
of privacy with one's vote.
- Of course.

I also know that the only reason
you have a vote

is due to me standing up
to Tegan on your behalf.

Which I will definitely
keep in mind on election day.

I'm just curious, is there
anything else we can put in your
mind to help with your decision?

I'll think about it
while I'm at lunch with Frannie.

You know, if I'm elected,

Ashleigh and I were planning
on moving into
the presidential suite

- and you had your eye
on our room.
- I do like your room.

It's a double.

It's a double because of
that other bed in there.

If that bed
were to disappear, though...

Tell you what,
I'll start looking into a way
to tweak the floor plans

after you nominate me
at tonight's meeting.

Hey, Rebecca, just FYI,

our mani-pedi rezies are at
12:30. They were totally booked,
but I pulled some strings.

I'm so sorry, Frannie,
but I just realized
that my nails look awesome.

Thanks, though.

How strange, turning you down
at the last minute like that.

It's far from the last minute.

Speed dating at Dobler's?
This is your better idea?

The fliers are all over campus.
You meet 20 girls in an hour.

If you hit if off with one, you
get to go out on a real date.

I've heard of this before.
I believe we call them parties.

No, this is different.

This is a group of college
students who are all looking
for the same thing.

- A life?
- A relationship.

Well, something real.

Something like I had with Jen K.

This whole thing reeks of
desperation if you ask me.
No offense.

You should know
this event's sponsored by
the women's volleyball team.

The volleyball team?
Tall blondes with stamina?
Hello.

Sign in here, please, and that
will be ten dollars each.

Whoa. Sorry. I've got a policy.
It's more of a code, really.

I don't pay for things
that I can get for free.

Water, valet parking,
Internet porn...

I can meet any of these girls
on campus at any time.

That's great, Fonzie, but they
charge us to rent the space.

OK, you know what,
I'll pay for both of us.

Thanks, buddy. You know
I can't break that code.

You get two minutes with
each girl, so make it count.

Check off the girls you like
and if there's mutual interest,
at the end of the session

we exchange numbers for you.
Pretty simple, right?

Will you be participating?

'Cause I would love
to check you off.

So, what's your major?

So, what's your
favorite position?

I'm a polymer science major.

I meant on the volleyball team.

Where's your mind,
you dirty girl!

What's polymer science?
It's actually
pretty fascinating.

How much time do we have?

No, you keep talking.

I want to know all about you.

I'm in a frat, but we
prefer "fraternity," actually.
Would you call your country a...

Come on, of course
I'm voting for you!

In fact, let's just cut out
the middleman here,

pretend we're human beings,
capable of making
a love connection

and I'll ask you
for your number.

We should vote for each other,
you know.

How can you really get to know
somebody in two minutes?

You'll see.
I'm really kind of adorable.

Casey must have offered up
something huge for Rebecca
to blow me off like that.

So, you counter
with a better offer.

And what exactly do you offer
a sorority sister

who has access to her own G-5?

Certainly not chocolates.

And honestly,
I'm sick of kissing her ass.

Just try another approach.

You know, whenever my father
deals with recalcitrant
board members,

sometimes bad news
is just as effective
as good news to shake things up.

So, if telling her something she
does want to hear isn't working,

just tell her something
she doesn't want to hear.

- How many numbers did you get?
- Looks like ten.

Ten? Really?

- How many boxes did you check?
- All of them.

- All 20?
- I took her advice.
I voted liberally.

Casey Cartwright for president.

Oh, out on the campaign trail?

And on our way to lunch.

So, what's your stance
on the war in Iraq

and your plan to correct
the collapsing housing market?

Nice shirt.

- Hey, have you been to Jamaica?
- No. Why?

I don't know. I thought
that your... I'd think that...

Uh, never mind.

We just went speed dating
and I got two numbers.

Woah! You guys
were speed dating.

I don't really need
to go speed dating.
I just went for moral support.

Cap went ten for 20.

- I went two for four.
- So, that's 50 percent each.

So, it seems that you guys both
had the same level of success,
statistically speaking.

I know. Isn't that cool?

Well, no, I don't
speak statistically.

I got eight more potential
dates, so how is that the same?

Hey, you know what?
Just good luck
with your dates, Rus.

- And try not to break
the speed limit.
- Thanks, Case.

- Good luck with your election.
- Try not to... lose.

Do you have any more buttons?
I'll pass them around.

And, uh, try
to keep the odds up.

OK!

It's good seeing you.

What a douche.

What happens tonight and
at Thursday night's elections

will shape the next year
of our lives here at ZBZ.

It's more than just
a popularity contest

or who loaned you
their Gucci bag last week.

Um, it should also be noted
that campaigning is forbidden

- during the nomination meeting.
- Duly noted.
Thank you, Frannie.

Oh, and thanks so much
for that personal phone message
this morning.

It made each of us
feel so special.

So, let's begin
our first round of nominations.

ZBZ president?
Rebecca!

- Would you make
the first nomination?
- With pleasure.

I'd like to nominate
Frannie Morgan.

Oh, thank you so much for that.
Rebecca has nominated me.

Any other nominations?

Actually, I said Frannie.

Yeah, I think she said me.

Um...

Rebecca has nominated Frannie.

Um... Brenda, you had
your hand raised.

Uh, actually, I was also
gonna nominate Frannie.

Would anyone else like
to make a nomination?

Anyone?

- Ashleigh.
- Casey Cartwright.

OK. Anyone else?

All right, then.
No, no? OK.

Uh... let's move on
to social chair. Yeah.

- I thought we had a deal.
- We did.

I found out about you and Cappie
at Myrtle Beach.

- What about me and Cappie
at Myrtle Beach?
- You two hooking up.

What do you mean
by hooking up?

Stop playing dumber
than usual.

You two had sex. I know.

Wait. That is so not true.

Who told you that?
Was it Frannie?

It's all over the house!

OK, come on, Rebecca,

this just comes out
the day before the election?

- I've been swiftboated.
- I saw you two on the beach,
building sandcastles together.

Yeah. As friends.

So, you're saying
you didn't hook up with Cappie
over Spring Break?

I did not have sex
with that man.

- What's up, Cappie?
- How'd your date go last night?

She had eight piercings
below the neck.

Whoa. You counted them?

I mean, where were they?
I'm partly grossed out,

but just curious enough
to require a visual.

I didn't see any.
She just told me about them.

She also said she hates dogs,
she hopes to marry rich one day,

and then she said something else
I won't even repeat because
I think it's kind of fascist.

- Next.
- Yeah, it was doomed
from the start.

There weren't any sparks,
not like there were with Jen K.

- You're still into that girl?
- She's the bar.

Everything about her
was perfect.

Except that whole article thing.

- How'd your date go?
- Well...

- Which one?
- You had more than one?

Is there some rule I'm not aware
of, limiting the number of dates
allowed in a single evening?

I had a coffee date,
a dinner date,

a drinks date, and then a booty
call date with the coffee date.

You went out with
three girls last night?

They didn't all sleep over.

I do have boundaries.

And a realistic sense of my own
libido after two pitchers.

I guess I'm just looking
for something more
than meaningless sex.

Oh. Why do you assume
it was meaningless?
It always means something to me.

OK. OK, fine.

But I'm looking for
something... more.

College is all about hook-ups
and having tons
of meaningful sex.

You can settle down when you're
40, drive a Porsche, and have
hair in the most unseemly places

but for now,
carpe diem, Spitter.

Carpe the women's
volleyball team.

Oh! Whoo!

- What's the score?
- Seven-six.

- You.
- Easy there, tiger.

That's like the third time you
tried to throw this basketball
through me.

Sorry.

Did I do something
to piss you off?

You know, when Frannie
was out of town,

I cheated on Michael
because of you.

Have your parents ever talked
to you about peer pressure?

You made it seem
like everybody cheats.

That it's OK
as long as nobody finds out.

So you're mad at me
because you cheated?

I'm just pissed
because I did it.

And because
I'm keeping it from Michael.

And because he and I
are so different, you know.

And because
I don't know what I want.

Listen, maybe
you should just tell him.

Look, I mean,
I speak from experience that
when the other person finds out,

deciding what you want
becomes a non-issue.

But either way
the ball's in your court.

Hey.

What flavor's that, Lemon Liar
or Mint Chocolate Bitch?

Uh, it's raspberry sorbet,
actually. Want a bite?

I know it was you who started
the rumor about Cappie and me.
Not cool.

You're messing with people's
lives and real emotions here.

- Rebecca is really hurt.
- Oh, look at you.

Suddenly so worried
about poor, fragile Rebecca.

You lied, which doesn't surprise
me but it still annoys me.

Politics is perception, poodle.

And the truth is irrelevant.
What the majority believes,
that's what matters.

Hey.

Oh, am I interrupting?

Not at all.
I was just leaving.

OK, the house is alive
with the sound of gossip.

Please tell me you're not
carrying Cappie's love child.
I thought you two just kissed.

Shh! We did just kiss.
One tiny, miniscule little kiss!

Frannie made up the sex rumor,
knowing Rebecca would
hate me for it

and get the pledges
to hate me, too.

Did you tell Rebecca the truth,
that it was just a kiss?

I can't!

The damage is done.

By the time Rebecca cools down
to understand what
really happened,

the elections will be over.

So, what do we do?

Find some dirt on Frannie, add
water and sling mud right back.

I cheated on you.

Um... no, Mom,
that was nothing.

I'm gonna call you back, OK?

I'm... I'm sorry.

- So, you hooked up
with someone else?
- Uh... yeah, yeah.

You remember Heath
from the bar?

We used to sort of,
um, date.

- Is it still going on?
- No.

Well, I guess we never talked
specifically about exclusivity
in our relationship.

You're taking this a little
better than I imagined.

Why? Do you want to break up?

Um... I mean, don't you?

I've had a lot worse
happen to me in relationships.

But listen, we don't have
to figure this out right here,
right now.

I have to call my mom back.

Let's just take some time
and think

and we'll talk more
tomorrow night at my place.

Yeah, sure. OK.

L.C. to Audrina, come in.
Next time I get to be L.C.

Fine, Audrina.
Do we have a visual on Fran...
I mean, Heidi?

Heidi's in the common room
painting her nails with Brandi.

Who we didn't give a code name
to. How about Whitney?

Forget the code names.
I'm going in.

Are you in?
Have you found anything yet?

Checking the closet.

Whoa. She has more shoes
than Sarah Jessica Parker.

Hello. What do we have here?

- Are you shoe shopping?
- I found a box of protein bars
that went missing last week.

- The sorority paid for them!
- Jackpot!

Not enough. Even you and I
have five boxes of Pop-Tarts
stashed in our room.

At least Frannie's
being healthy.

Have you seen the sugar count
on those bars? Not so healthy.

Uh-oh, they're removing
the cotton balls.

They're removing
the cotton balls!

We need something else,
something more.

I wish I was up there with you.
This is like watching
paint dry.

In fact, it is
watching paint dry.

Hurry up.
I'm getting nervous and when
I get nervous I have to pee.

And I refuse to pull a Betsy
and go in the bushes!

I just need one more minute.

OK!

You don't have one more minute.
They only did one coat!

Casey! I mean, L.C.
or whatever!

They're coming up the stairs.
Abort mission, abort mission!

That was my first time
speed dating, too.
I was pretty nervous about it.

All my friends are so outgoing,
they do all the talking

and I have a hard time
meeting guys.

I can be a little shy
at first.

You know, shy is good.

I mean, I like shy.

I mean, I'm not really
a body shot, dancing on the bar,
wet t-shirt kind of girl.

Body shots are overrated.

I mean, they're unsanitary.

Really.

Can I take your order?

Jen?

Whoa!

- I'm sorry.
- Whoa.

I got it.

So, do you do this all the time
or just when you see me?

- Just you.
- Maybe you can aim

for somewhere less embarrassing
next time, like my shoes.

I'll try, I promise.

- Oh, geez, you're on a date.
- First date.

- Is it going well?
- It was.

I'm so sorry.

- So, what about you?
You still seeing that guy?
- Who?

Oh, no, we broke up
a while ago.

I mean,
I broke up with him.

That's too bad.

Yeah. Whatever.

Well, I should get back.

Uh, well, I'll see
you around sometime.

Probably in a few minutes
when I come take your order.

Great.

See you then.

Sorry about that.

- Here you go.
- Do you guys know each other?

We, uh... We used to date.

Yeah,
but he broke up with me.

I mean, what I'm trying to say
is, that he's a great guy.

You're in good hands.

Where do the lies end? How well
do you know Frannie Morgan?

Who is Frannie Morgan? You have
a right to know the truth.

She was never captain
of the cheerleading squad.
She was in band.

- First chair clarinet.
- I played the violin.

I played Maria
in West Side Story.

Yes, which is fine.

And pretty cool in retrospect.

But it's not that she was
in band. It's that she lied
to all of us about it.

Oh, and remember how she said
she was Miss Teen Indiana?

Miss Turnip. Runner up.

Where do the lies end? How well
do you know Frannie Morgan?

Trying to win some more girls
by offering up your old room?

Not exactly.

- Where did you get this?
- Running for office can dig up
dirty secrets.

And politics is perception.
Right, poodle?

Want a bite?

I ran into Jen K. last night
at the Espresso Farm.

Really?

Was she undercover, writing
an expose on expensive cafes?

No, but she did ruin my date.

- And that's good?
- Yeah.

It made me realize the girl
I was with wasn't right for me.

There weren't any sparks
so I just have to keep looking.

For someone like Jen K?

For someone that makes me feel
all tingly inside like she does.

Did.

Why don't you just ask Jen K out
again since you're obviously
not over her?

You really think I should?

I don't know.

I've been sort of thinking about
the past lately, too.

- I wish someone would just tell
me what I want.
- I know what you mean.

Hey, how about I tell you if you
should ask Jen K out again

and you tell me if I should
break up with Michael.

- You're breaking up
with Michael?
- I don't know. You tell me.

- What?
- Hey, hey, beer pong.

Great. This is, uh...

Clear beer?

- It's water, Cap.
It's only 11 a.m.
- Yeah, we're just practicing.

- Beer pong. Very nice.
- Don't be fooled, Heath.

- There is no beer here.
- What are they playing with?

You don't want to know.

This next song holds a very
special place in my heart.

- It definitely got me through
some rough times.
- You're amazing, Frannie.

Thank you.
But before I play again,

I want to welcome any questions
that you may have for me.

I'm used to dealing
with bullies,

although I thought I left them
all back in high school.

My question is very personal.
How do you do it?

How do you stay
so upbeat and wonderful?

It's not easy.

But I have help.

I have all of you.

Oh, please.

OK.

You missed
a real Kumbaya moment.

Apparently, when her parents got
divorced all she had to console
her was that stupid clarinet.

They divorced
when she was three,

and that sounds suspiciously
like a Lifetime movie
she and I watched last year.

You're not really buying this,
are you?

No. But Frannie didn't
sleep with my boyfriend.

Rebecca, we didn't have sex.

We just kissed.

And that's supposed to swing me
to vote for you?

It's the truth.

Technically, you'd just
broken up with Cappie.

Regardless, it was just a moment
and it hasn't happened since.

And I'm sorry.

That's the truth, too.

You must be the world's
worst politician.

Maybe that's a reason
to trust me.

So, let me get this straight.
The stickers on the ceiling
are actual constellations?

Yeah, it's what would be
directly above us
if there was no ceiling.

I just thought they were pretty.

They are pretty.

And accurate.

Your wheels are spinning.

Oh, it's this election.

It's gonna be my senior year
and my last chance to really
make a difference in the house.

And the polls are saying Frannie
won back a lot of votes
after her little concert.

- You guys have polls?
- Ashleigh.

It's crazy. They don't even care
that she lied about her past.

Is that crazy? I mean, I lie
about embarrassing things
from high school all the time.

Oh, yeah? Such as...?

If you asked me what
I did on my hour lunch break,

there is no way I would ever
tell you the truth.

Let me guess. In the computer
lab playing World of Warcraft.

Lucky guess.

How... Wait.
How did you...

Carpooling with Rusty. He was
a Rogue named Yarbinger.

Yarbinger? Oh!
I did battle with Yarbinger.

Probably something
I should have lied about. Nice.

No, no, you're right.

I knew it wasn't gonna blow
any minds that Frannie lied.

But it was all I had.

And now she's played
the sympathy card,

just like she played
the redemption card
at the convention.

She got on Tegan's good side
by ratting out Rebecca...

Oh, my god.

- She ratted out Rebecca.
- That bitch?

I love it when you pretend
to be catty.

I have to go.
I have a speech to edit.

See ya.

Dale got wasted?
Your roommate who hated me
from the moment he met me?

Yeah, but he doesn't know yet,
so don't tell him.

Do you remember
my crazy roommate?

- The agoraphobe?
- She finally moved.

Dropped out of school
and everything.

But when her parents came to
move her out she was totally
fine.

- It was so weird.
- I told you she was lying.

Hey, so, how's Casey?

She's fine.

- Yeah, everyone's fine.
- Great.

- Do you remember Vesuvius?
- Of course.

Gone. Got trashed
at a wild party.

- Nothing but scraps now.
- No!

It was a great party, though.

- I'm... I'm glad you called.
- Same here.

I've been thinking
about you lately.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. I, um...

Remembering stuff,
like walking to class together.

Like falling asleep
in the dorm room together.

- And our first kiss.
- That was nice.

Yep.

- I'm glad you called.
- You said that already.

Great timing.
The food just got here.

Oh.

Wow. The place looks
really great.

I thought Moroccan food would be
a nice change. There's
a great place across campus.

I promise you are going
to love it.

- Here, let me take that.
- Ah, you know,
maybe we should go out.

Just wait until you try
the roasted lamb.

Yeah, I don't want
the roasted lamb.

- I don't want Moroccan food.
- OK.

What do you want, Calvin?

I just think
that we should break up.

I like you, Michael,
I really do, I just...

I just think
we're too different, you know.

I mean, look. This isn't me.

I like hamburgers and hockey

and you like Moroccan food
and Broadway divas.

How can you know who you are?
You're 18.

Yeah, I know. You're seven years
older and wiser than me,

which seems to be
an unavoidable theme between us.

It is unavoidable.

This is your first
serious relationship.

You have no frame of reference.
I'm telling you, this is normal.

Yeah, but I gotta do
what feels right.

That's what makes this
such a tough decision.

I'm sorry.

I think you're making
a mistake.

During my tenure as president,
we were, without question,

the strongest sorority
on campus.

With me back in office,
we will carry on our legacy.

We will party
with the Omega Chis,

and partner with them
for every major event,
like Rush Preferentials,

Greek Week and Homecoming.

With someone else in office,

personal issues could get in
the way, keeping apart the two
most popular houses on campus.

And let's be honest.

That not only affects us,
it affects the future of ZBZ.

I don't know about you,
but in ten years
when I come back to visit,

I hope to find Zeta Beta Zeta is
still the best house on campus.

Vote for Frannie
and vote for the future.

Oh, and I almost forgot.

I won't raise dues.

There is no pledge ZBZ,
sophomore ZBZ or senior ZBZ.

There is only Zeta Beta Zeta
and that's whose interests
I want to represent.

I have learned a lot
as interim president.

And I'm still learning
every day.

The difference between me
and my opponent

is that I learn from my mistakes
and try to do better,

while she just keeps pulling
from the same bag of tricks.

And is that what we want?
More of the same?

A president who was removed
from office and has not
learned a thing?

Are you willing to risk
going down that same road
all over again?

I can't promise to be flawless.

But I can promise
that I will be looking out

for all of your interests,
not my own.

A vote for me
is a vote for all of us.

Oh, oh, and I almost forgot.

I won't rat out one of my
sisters just to curry favor
with Nationals,

like Frannie did to Rebecca
during Greek Week.

Stop! Stop!
Can we please stop fighting!

And tearing at each other
and try to pull together!

For the house.
For our sisters.

Ballots are due in one hour.

Don't forget, every vote counts.

And now,
the final two offices,

as tabulated by ZBZ's own
accounting major,

who will be interning
this summer at
Pricewaterhouse Coopers,

and who ensures the accuracy
of tonight's votes. Ivy.

Our new social chair is Betsy.

Yeah-ha!

I'm social chair!

And finally,
ZBZ president is...

...by one vote...

...Ashleigh.

What?

Ashleigh won.

What?

You... won.

What?

How's that possible?
You weren't even in the running.

Third party write-in.

Some of the sisters and I
decided we're in need
of a fresh perspective.

I had nothing to do with this,
I swear!

Oh. You framed it.

Sorry.

I thought that we were past
that. That's why
you called, right?

Yeah.

Sure.

It's been six months.

- Don't you miss it, though?
- What, the Greek system?

Not really. To be honest,
I'm kind of surprised
you stuck with it.

Why is that?

I just never really thought
those people or that world
were really you.

You know, even when I was
writing the article,

I think I gravitated to you
because we were both
kind of the outsiders.

Well, maybe you don't know me
as well as you think.

Maybe I don't.

Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.

Maybe it wasn't.

I should probably just...

I'm gonna go now.

Rusty.

Don't call me.

I can't believe I lost.

It was so close,
almost a three-way tie.

Well, obviously you have
a lot of the girls behind you.

Or had. Now we have
to get behind Ashleigh?

- Yeah.
- Oh, screw that.

Listen, you may not be
president, but that doesn't mean
you can't lead the house.

- Knock, knock.
- Go away, Rebecca.

For what it's worth,
which I'm sure isn't a lot,

I'm sorry, Case.

It wasn't personal.
It was politics.

I had great ideas
for this house.

Did you?
Because I didn't hear any.

All you talked about
was turnips and clarinets.

You played
the politics perfectly.

But great politicians are
supposed to inspire people,

not just be better
than the alternative.

Congrats, Ash.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Congratulations.

You know, when I was with Jen K,
I was convinced she was it.

The one, or whatever.

And ever since her I've compared
every girl to the great Jen K.

I've put her up
on this pedestal.

But even now I realize
that even Jen K

isn't really Jen K.

I had the exact same thing
happen to me with The Goonies.

They were in my top five
all time, and then
Beaver rented it last week.

Man, did those kids
chew the scenery.

I made a mistake by going back
to her, but I guess I...

- I guess I'm glad I did.
- Because now you know.

She was your first,
but she isn't the one.

- I just broke up with Michael.
- Really?

- Are you OK?
- I think so.

I mean, on one hand
I feel relieved, you know.

And on the other hand I can't
help thinking that maybe I just
broke up with my soul mate.

What if one day
I actually like Patti LuPone?

OK, well, first of all,
who doesn't like Patti?

Have you seen her in Gypsy?
Second of all,

you can always go back
to your soul mate, that's
what makes them a soul mate.

I'm gonna find
my soul mate someday.

I'll tell you what, fellas,
I think I'm done
with relationships for awhile.

I've only got five or six years
left on this campus
and I'll be damned

if I waste a second
of that time.

Life is too short.

And speed date
number eight awaits.

Whoa. Whoa.

- Can I get a spot, Spit?
- Yeah.

While you're looking for that
special someone, might as well
have a little fun, right?

Whoa!

Cap!

Thank god we didn't
return this thing.