All language subtitles for Some.Girls.S03E05_English

♪ People keep saying
that I'm doing it wrong ♪

♪ But I say it feels all right ♪

♪ I really do try, really
do try, really do try ♪

♪ There's a million things
that I could change ♪

♪ But maybe it's all right ♪

♪ This is my life, this is
my life, this is my life ♪

(upbeat music)

- I don't know what I love more,

sweet and sour chicken,
or sticky barbecue ribs.

- Judging by your top,

I'd say you love sweet and
sour chicken slightly more.

- (laughs) I'm no good with chopsticks.

- Just so you know, you've
got a noodle on your shoulder.

- Oh.

- If no one's eating the pork balls

the pork balls, can I take 'em for Prada?

- Sure.
- Prada loves pork balls.

Don't go reheat a pork
ball in front of Prada,

she'll be my slave for a week.

- So generous of your
dad to buy us a takeaway.

- It's our fee for babysitting.

- We're babysitting, right now?

I didn't even realize, is
the baby actually here?

- If I'd have known we was baby sittin',

I would've preferred the cash.

I've only gotta save 47 pounds more

and I can buy back my
mum's weddin' jewelry.

Is it too late to get cash?

- Sure, Holly.

If you vomit up the beef
and black bean sauce

and sell it back to Mr.
Lu, you can keep the cash.

- What's this?

Why have you got my picture in your bag?

- It's for a psychology experiment.

- With my picture?

- Just doing some research to establish

if there's any correlation between ratings

for attractiveness and hair color.

So we get people to rate
attractiveness out of 10.

- You've been getting
people to rate my picture?

- Not just your picture.

Lots of people's pictures.

- And my picture?

- People have been ratin'
me for hotness out of 10.

- It's for science.

- What score did I get?

- Did people rate my picture?

- What's my score?

Did I get a ratin'?

- Sorry girls, I cannot
share my research data

from my psychology project.

- Fuck that, I'll hold her down

while you two go through her bag.

- It's highly confidential!

- I don't understand all this.

- Give it to me.

I can't understand all this.

- I'm not movin' 'til
you tell us our scores.

- Please tell us, Viva.

- You've got to tell us.

Imagine if it was you, you'd
wanna know your ratin'.

- If I tell you, it's gotta
be totally confidential

and you've gotta promise not

to discuss it with anyone at all.

Not even each other.

- Fine.

- I'm not discussin' but
I got a really high score.

It makes sense, I am blonde.

- Amber.

- 8.7, almost eight.

- It's above eight, Amber,
and you are discussing it.

- No, I'm not discussing it.

I'm just tellin' 'em what it is.

8.7, by the way.

(upbeat music)

- 5.1, 5.1!

It's really low, incredibly low.

It's so low.

- It's an average.

Some of your scores are lower,

some of them are higher,

then we add them all together and we just.

- I know how to calculate
an average, Viva.

- Then don't read anything into it.

- I wanna see all the data.

Who gave me what ratin'.

I want a list.

In fact, I wanna see the original notes.

Maybe you made a mistake.

- We did not make a mistake.

My project Gabriel Hart is very thorough.

- No, not Gabriel Hart.

He's nice!

And now he knows loads and loads of people

think I'm ugly.

- Oh, Saz, he's not like that.

We're lookin' at it as scientists.

It's just data.

- For you, maybe.

For me, it's another nail in the coffin

of my lovely boyfriend dream.

And that coffin's already pretty naily.

(upbeat music)

- Got you a muffin.

- Haven't got time to eat a muffin.

- If it helps, we've got
time to eat two muffins.

- What are you lookin' for?

- I'm lookin' for a note
from my boyfriend system.

- I think you're nicer.

No, you're nicer.

- You've got a system?

- Yep, havin' more than one boy on the go

gets really complicated.

All texts are deleted immediately

so stuff I have to remember, I write down

on bits of paper.

No names, just blue for
Tonka, and red for Connor.

- Wow, complex.

- Yeah, I suppose if you're
gonna deceive two guys,

it's nice to have a special system.

- I'm not deceivin' two guys.

- Don't kid yourself, Holly.

You're basically lying and
cheating to two nice guys.

- No, I'm lying and
cheatin' to three nice guys.

- Three?

- What?

- Yeah, I'm up to three now.

That's why my system's breakin' down

'cause I've only got two color pens

and now I can't remember
whose birthday it is tomorrow.

I mean, it's one of them and
it's on a note somewhere.

- Well, who's the third one?

- When did this start?

- It started last Thursday
durin' fifth period

when Mr. Hughes got us to
demo CPR on each other.

- Who is it, Holly?

- Curtis from my P.E. course.

- Curtis Broom?

- Curtis Broom who's headed
towards us right now.

- Yep.

- Holly, was it Curtis who give you

that love bite on your neck.

- Really, shit.

- What about that one?

- There's another one?

Fuck!

- All right?

- Yep, you?

- You left this at mine?

Don't you want it?

- That's handy.

You were just sayin' you were cold.

- Was I?

- So, you two.

- Yeah, us two.

She did chest compressions on me

and nearly broke my ribs and
I was like yes, I like her.

- So that's the secret of attracting men.

- What, are we still good for tomorrow.

Can't have you missin' my birthday.

- It's your birthday.

I mean, it's your birthday!

Yeah, we're good.

(boy moans)

- That is bare salivay.

- It's puttin' me right off my muffins.

(upbeat music)

- Eight out of eight teams, last.

Holly, you're the captain.

How do you explain how shit that was?

- I'm tired, miss.

- Yeah, she's got her market job

and she's studying for exams

and she's got three boyfriends.

- Three, Holly, how?

- I dunno, miss.

I seem to be incredibly attractive

to the opposite sex.

- There's one, miss.

- That's thing three.

- Thing one and thing two
don't go to this school.

- Oh, well, that's okay then.

No, it's fine to come last

in a very important tournament

'cause Holly's vagina is out of control.

- She has got a point
about Holly's vagina.

- Amber.

- Please don't tell me off, miss.

I'm not wearin' waterproof mascara.

- There was a scout
today from Chelsea Ladies

and for some reason
they've picked you out.

- What?

I'm much better than her.

- Well, maybe it's 'cause I'm blonde.

And pretty and look a bit
more Chelsea than you.

- No, Amber, it's 'cause

they thought you played football well.

They didn't realize that that
rainbow flick you just did

was a complete fluke

and that in reality, you're pretty shit.

- What rainbow flick I did?

- Oh, you know, when you
kicked it up your leg

and flicked it over your head.

- Oh, you mean when it bounced funny off

that dead pigeon onto my leg

and I got a fright and
accidentally scored?

- Yeah, that, he liked that.

- Well done Amber.

It's amazing.

Imagine if you actually
played for Chelsea Ladies.

- Well, the trials are on Thursday.

- Has the pigeon been invited?

- Hey Curtis, I've been
scouted for Chelsea Ladies!

- Nice.

- Yet more proof of a universe

where blonde people are unfairly rewarded.

- Just be happy for her.

- Okay, I'll try.

- Mrs. Amber Fabregas.

Senora Amber Marinio.

- Nope, sorry, I can't.

- I'm gonna wait for you
outside the changing room, yeah?

(Curtis moans)

- I swear my tongue's gettin' more muscly

since I started datin' Curtis.

- This is the original
data from the experiment

like you wanted.

- Well, this is no good.

It's just numbers.

It doesn't say who give me what.

- Names and numbers were kept
separate for confidentiality.

- Four, who gave me a four?

Does everyone think I'm clapped?

- No, of course not.

Clapped would be more of a three.

- Ah, like that person gave me.

And that person.

- All I'm sayin' is now I've
been officially identified

as gifted and talented Chelsea material,

I should be captain of your team.

- I'm the captain.

- Has your talent been
officially recognized, Holly?

- Where's my captain's armband.

- If you can't look after
your captain's armband,

you don't deserve to be captain.

- You're wearin' it under
your jacket, aren't you?

- No.

- Give it back.

- No!

- Bollocks.

I can't fight you.

I'm too tired.

It's not so much the sex as the cheatin'.

It's too drainin' comin'
up with all these lies.

- Hang on, are you hopin' for sympathy.

- Someone gave me a 10!

Everyone, I got a 10.

- There you go.

So maybe there were some
twos, threes, fours, and ones,

but there was also a 10.

- You never told me someone gave me a 10.

- I didn't memorize
everyone's individual score.

- This changes everything.

There's someone out there
who thinks I'm perfect.

- Of course there is.

You're gorgeous.

- Yeah, for someone not
blonde, your quite pretty.

- But a 10 out of 10,
it's a perfect score.

I've gotta find Mr. 10 and make him mine.

- But he might be a tosser.

- No, he's my soulmate, I know it.

I need to find him.

Viva, you've gotta give me the list

of all the names of
every single person you

and Gabriel asked.

- No, it's supposed to be confidential.

- Just get me the list.

- Look at Holly.

(phone beeps)

- Tonka's waitin' outside,

thought he'd surprise her.

- But Curtis is waitin'
outside for her as well.

- Holly, wake up!

- What's happenin'?

- Curtis and Tonka are both waiting

for you outside, right now.

- Huh?

- What are you gonna do?

- We need to think fast.

- Curtis and Tonka are
both here, together?

- Outside, waitin' for you.

- Amber, go and check the
window at the back of the loos

and see if we can slip Holly out that way.

- [Amber] Holly could fit through

but not Holly's boobs.

(phone dings)

- That's Connor, shit.

I'm gettin' really confused.

I don't know what I've arranged with who.

- Oh, Holly, I knew this slutty behavior

would get you into trouble.

(Holly panting)

- There's no point pretending
to have a panic attack.

What will that achieve?

Oh, it's a real panic attack.

Carry on then.
(Holly panting)

- I've never seen you have
a real panic attack before.

It's only now I realize how
genius your fake ones are.

Try to slow down your breathin'.

It's okay, it's okay,
we'll think of something.

Won't you, Viva?

- Listen, Holly, if we
help you escape from here,

do you promise to dump two of them

and just keep one boyfriend.

How well do you know Sabina?

- A bit, why?

♪ Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls ♪

♪ Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls ♪

♪ Girls ♪

♪ Games for girls ♪

- Right, so we need to help Holly decide

who to dump and who to keep.

- I like them all.

- No, that's how you got in this mess.

Just go with your heart, Holly.

- I like them all.

- Go with your gut then.

- I like them all.

- Oh, go with your,
you know, erotic zones.

- I like them all.

- Well, I anticipated this so.

I have prepared a useful
chart to help Holly

make her decision.

I didn't have a picture of
Curtis as he's quite recent

so I've just drawn him.

- And in what way is this chart useful?

- Well, we suggest
qualities like kindness,

good sense of humor, loyalty.

Holly gives them a mark,
we add everything up

and work out who's won.

- Oh, it's like a secret
boyfriend Olympics

they don't even know they're in.

- So, what makes a good boyfriend.

- Nice teeth.

- Intelligence.

- Treats you like a princess.

- Has ability to identify
birds from their call.

- Good in bed but not a pervert.

- Well, a bit of pervert.

- Perverted in a nice way.

- Doesn't dance like a wanker.

- Doesn't criticize your body ever,

even if you've eaten
three tons of chocolate

and your gut's like a big
white balloon full of porridge.

- Good fightin' skills.

- Nice kisser.

- I'm goin', I can't write that fast.

- Ability to write fast.

That's a really useful attribute.

- It's gonna take bare long.

- I anticipated that so
I've prepared popcorn

to help us through.

This is salt, this is sweet.

- I don't know which I
love more, salt or sweet.

- I'm having both.

Salt for main, sweet for dessert.

- Or both at the same time.

Popcorn cocktail.

Is this already a thing
or have I just invented

an incredible new recipe?

- Eats up their veg.

- Nice eyes like a puppy.

- Honesty.

- Nice to my family.

- Clean, well shaped ears.

- Photogenic.

- Strong moral compass.

- Not a one minute man.

- Organized.

- Heart of gold.

- Good sense of direction.

- Can squat more than me.

(upbeat music)

- Shiny pubes.

- Holly, do you promise to do exactly

what the chart tells you to do?

- Of course I will, it's too stressful

havin' three blokes on the go

plus my fanny can't take the pace.

- Right.

All I need to do is add all this up

and work out exactly how
many points each boy scored.

It's gonna take ages.

- It's interestin' that
you haven't scored any boy

10 our of 10 for anythin'.

The highest is Tonka's
nine for his ability

to hold his breath underwater.

- Joined with Connor's nine for pet care.

- He loves that salamander.

- You'd have to think someone
was pretty fuckin' amazin'

to give 'em a 10, right?

(upbeat music)

- God, Saz, you're not
just going to up to people

and asking them if they
gave you a 10, are you?

- No, I got Amber to just go up to people

and ask them if they gave me a 10.

These are the only two left.

- You really think it's Harry or Omar?

- Well, if everyone else
has been eliminated,

it must be.

So it's either Harry, nerdy
boy with all the hair,

or Omar, beautiful Omar who
I've had a secret crush on

since he brought a dead
squirrel into show and tell.

- You've had a crush on
him since primary school?

- I never thought I'd
have a chance with him.

- Well, what if it's not him.

What if it's Harry?

- Well, there's something sexy about a boy

who's team captain, even
if it is chess team.

- So basically you like them both.

It's a win, win situation.

- It's a win, win situation

but I've lost a win, win situation before

so who knows.

- I see you've changed
your Facebook status

to in a relationship.

- Yeah, for the first time ever.

- Maybe a bit premature.

- One of these boys is
gonna be a very happy boy.

He thinks of me a distant
and unapproachable 10.

Little does he know.

- You're a desperate three.

(upbeat music)

Right, so I've added up all the scores

from Holly's boyfriend board

and I can now announce the results.

- All the votes have been counted

and independently verified.

You have to say that

before you announce
the winner of anything.

- I used a calculator and.

- Voting is now closed,

don't call now, your
vote won't be counted,

but you may still be charged.

- So, who won?

- Like I said, I used a calculator

and I did it three times

just to be on the safe side.

- Who fuckin' won?

- So, Connor got 402.

Tonka got 402.

And Curtis got 402.

- What?

- There's no winner.

They all score the same.

- No!

What do I do now?

- It's kinda spooky.

- Yeah, like God wants you
to have three boyfriends.

- No he doesn't.

- How do you know?

- Because lying to three
people is obviously wrong.

- Or is it?

- Yes.

- I'm gonna keep them all.

- No, that's stupid.

- It's not stupid.

The chart has spoken.

- Yeah, and she did promise she'd do

what the chart said.

- I'll review the situation
after next Thursday.

- Next Thursday?

Your birthday?

Wait, is this because you want three lots

of birthday presents?

- No.

(phone buzzing)

Oh no.

Okay.

Okay.

(phone buzzing)

- Look, there's my picture!

- Why's your picture in the newsletter?

Sixth former Amber Dean
tells us how she feels

about being asked to attend
a trial for Chelsea Ladies.

"I feel amazing, it's a shame
my mates didn't get picked out

"but they just aren't talented enough."

- You said that about us.

- That's bollocks, Amber.

You only did that rainbow
flick by accident.

- Well, I was thinking about it

and actually I don't
think it was an accident.

- [Saz] Amber says her skills are on a.

- Higher level.

- Higher level?

- Gotta go, Connor wants to meet.

He's upset.

- Amber, you know you probably

won't even get through the trials.

- Oh Sazzy, Sazzy, Sazzy,

what do you know about
higher level football?

(chill music)

- So all this time she's
been back with me dad,

she's been seein' other
men behind his back.

- Oh.

- And not just one.

That'd be bad enough.

She's been seein' two other
men behind me dad's back.

- That's really.
- Two!

They've had their ups and downs

but I never thought she
could do something so low,

so slutty.

- I wouldn't call it slutty.

- Really?

Well, how many men would it have to be

before it was slutty?

- I'd say four.

Anything under four I
just call it fun lovin'.

- I know what you're doin' Holly.

- Do you?

- Tryin' to make me feel better

about me slut mother.

- Yes, exactly.

Maybe she thought he
wouldn't mind that much?

- Of course he'd mind.

He's got feelings, Holly.

He's not just some heartless moron

who doesn't care.

- Maybe she thought he
wasn't serious about her.

- Holly, they've been married, divorced,

married again, split up.

I think she knows it's not
just some casual fling.

- So it would be okay if
it was a casual fling?

- But it's not.

He's always tellin' her he loves her.

But thanks though for tryin'
to make me feel better.

- It's okay.

- You know, you're the one good thing

I've got in my life, Holly.

I love you.

- You gave me a four?

A four, seriously, a four?

What do you know, chess nerd?

The only matin' you'll
ever do is check mate.

FYI, you need a hair wash.

Your hair smells of compost!

He gave me a four.

- I heard.

Everyone heard.

He said I wasn't his type.

- Well, if it makes you feel any better,

his average score was a 5.6.

- 5.6?

That's .5 higher than my average score.

- Oh yeah.

I forgot that.

- Really thought it was gonna be him.

- Me too.

- Out of the nerdy boy

and the good lookin' popular boy,

I thought there was no
chance that my Mr. 10

would turn out to be the
good lookin', popular boy.

- Nor me.

- So it seems as if it's Omar.

- So, what now?

- Well, I was thinkin'.

Wouldn't it be romantic if
instead of just askin' him out,

if I record myself singin' a song for him

and put it on YouTube and
then dedicate it to him

and then send him the
link to it on Facebook.

- Oh my god, Saz, no.

- [Saz] Well, why not?

Just imagine, one day
we would look back on it

and have this beautiful moment

where I sang my love to the world.

- Or the tragic moment where you end up

with 20 million hits
like that boy whose moobs

can do the Macarena.

God, Holly, you look terrible.

- I can't sleep.

- Is it guilt?

- No, it's usually
'cause there's some bloke

tryin' to shag me.

Okay, okay, it's the guilt.

- So dump two boyfriends

and you'll feel a lot better.

- I'm not dumpin' two,
I'm dumpin' all three.

- What?

What about the chart?

- The chart's a fool.

It was wrong.

- I'm pretty certain it was accurate.

- No, not wrong in that way.

It was wrong of me to do it.

- What, morally wrong?

- If morally wrong means
your inside feel bad

like you've eaten a really old pasty,

then yeah, morally wrong.

- Don't you wanna just keep one?

- Nope, Curtis is happy all the time

and it gets on my tits.

Tonka's into rugby and is a
bit of a dick if I'm honest

and Connor, I can't keep seein' Connor.

Connor said he loved me.

(girls cooing)

No, shut up.

I don't want some bloke who loves me.

- Oh no, why would you want a relationship

with a genuinely nice
person who loves you?

That would be really weird.

- Maybe that's what you want but not me.

- Holly, maybe I've got this all wrong

but maybe, maybe you're scared of love.

- Don't be fucking stupid.

Give us a crisp.

- Nice hair.

- Oh, I know.

It's for the trials.

- The football trials?

- Yeah, I wanna look my best.

- To play football?

- It's tonight.

- Oh right, good luck.

- You're gonna come with me, aren't you?

You can all come.

You could pick up some tips

from me and the other gifted

and talented high level footballers.

- No, soz, Amber.

I've got three blokes to dump.

- I got a lot revision to
do, exams and all that.

- Me too, but let's face it,

I pretty much know everything
I need to know already.

- So you could come.

- Yeah, but I don't want to.

- So no one's coming to support me?

- You could make friends
with some Chelsea ladies

who are more your level.

- Okay, I'll go on my own then.

- Do you feel shitty?

- We should've gone with her.

- I feel terrible.

- It's not too late.

- Yeah, we can surprise her.

That's friendship.

Still bein' nice when
someone's bein' a right twat.

- She might be so surprised

she accidentally scores another goal.

- Yeah, let's really surprise her.

Put it on Facebook, get a
load of people to show up.

- Yeah, 'cause let's face it,

she's shit at football

and she's not gonna get through.

- She's gonna need cheerin' up.

- Shall I put bring drink?

- Yes, 'cause a couple of cans

of peach and vodka's really
gonna make everything better.

- Why are you sayin'
that like it's not true?

(upbeat music)

- Watchin' Amber fuck up is more painful

than I thought it'd be

and I thought it'd be extremely painful.

- I'm enjoyin' it.

Shame.

- It was your ball Amber!

Get it back off her, Amber!

Okay, get back up Amber!

- Oh my God, what's she doing?

Amber, that's a netball move!

- Maybe we shouldn't have
invited all her friends.

- Too late, look, it's Curtis.

Shit.

It's Curtis.

- Saz, don't look now but Omar's there

and he's all snuggled up to Emma O'Brian.

- Why's Omar snuggled
up with Emma O'Brian.

- Because he's dunkin'
his Twix in her latte.

- Oh God, do you have
to be so dirty, Holly?

- She's not bein' dirty.

He really is dunkin'
his Twix in her latte.

- Oh I thought, nevermind.

- What are you so bothered about Omar for?

- Well, me and Omar.

Don't tell anyone but Omar likes me.

(girls laughing)

- Omar likes you?

- What?

- Nothing.

- You better go over, Holly.

Curtis is wavin'.

- She doesn't know it was
Omar who give me a 10.

- Well, we think it was.

- It's the only logical conclusion.

Shall I go ask him?

- Is it really a good
idea to ask him in public.

- Yes, 'cause I want everyone
to see me, Saz the weirdo,

being chosen by a high status alpha male

for his partner.

- Not now.

- Hey, Holly, what's up?

- Thanks for comin'.

Thanks for bringin' drink.

I can't take the drink though

'cause I'm drumpin' you.

- What?

- I can't do this anymore.

The lyin', the cheatin',
the payin' for three phones.

- What?

Three?

- I've got three boyfriends on the go.

I'm three timing you.

I like you but it's last in, first out,

so you're out.

Plus, the way you kiss
makes my tongue hurt.

- You can't just dump me like that.

- I only hooked up with you
'cause I had five ciders.

I'm all right with four.

Five and I start to make bad choices.

- Please don't do this.

- It was after five ciders

that I bit a social worker.

- But me and you, we had a connection.

- God, I really do feel bad.

- You feel bad?

- Yeah, I feel sick.

It's horrible.

I will have to have that beer.

I've dumped Curtis.

- He's havin' another beer.

- Yep, I think Holly's
gonna want another beer too.

- Do ya?

- I'd say so.

- Why?

- Surprise!

- Huh?

- [Viva] Hi Tonka.

- What are you doin' here?

- You put an event on Facebook.

- For people who know Amber.

- I know Amber.

- Jesus, how can anyone miss from there?

- So what have you been up to?

It's been hard getting ahold of you.

- Oh, Tonka, get off.

It's over, me and you, it's finished.

- Finished?

Why?

- Let's not get into all that.

- You've gotta tell me why.

- It was never really gonna work was it?

You're posh, I'm not.

I used to think your face was cute and now

I just think it's annoyin'

and I don't think you wash
your area all that often.

- What?

- Curtis, I know you're angry

but maybe now isn't a good time.

- Holly, I wash my.

I was everything every day.

- You know she's had three
of us on the go, right?

- I never knew you both was gonna be here.

- I'm one of three?

- Yeah, she's had three different phones,

sneakin' around.

- Three?

- I was comin' over here to
smack you in the face, pow!

But you know what?

Now I'm here, I feel sorry for you

'cause you're just another
little mug like me.

- Seriously, three?

- What, has he got brain
problems or something?

- Right, Holly.

Walk away.

Just walk away.

- What about Omar.

- I think he's busy, Saz.

- I'm not having that.

Oi, did you give me a 10 ratin' or what?

Guess that's a no, then!

Everyone on that list has said no.

Mr. 10 is the invisible man.

- I'm gonna call Connor now.

I'm gonna get this over with.

- Are you gonna dump him?

- Yeah, I'm all warmed up.

Might as well get all
the dumpin' over with.

- Hols, no need to call.

- What the fuck?

- You did ask everyone to meet
you here to support Amber.

- You're here, I was just gonna call you.

- Come on, Saz, let's
give him some privacy.

- Do one, not too far.

I wanna hear what they say.

- Am I too late?

Are you all right?

You look upset.

- I'm fine.

I.

- You smell of beer.

(Holly stuttering)

Holly, what is it?

- I love you.

Shit, that wasn't meant to happen.

(Saz laughs)

- Hit me!

I want you to hit me!

(men shouting)

(upbeat music)

- Don't think I wanna be the captain

of the football team anymore.

You better have this back.

- Thanks, sorry about the trial.

- If it was done on hair, you
definitely would've got it.

- Oh well.

Should we get muffins?

- Later.

Meetin' my project partner Gabriel.

We're finalizing our results

from our attractiveness

slash hair color correlation experiment.

- Don't tell me, people
rated blondes higher.

- Obviously.

We don't really need to do an experiment

to work that out.

- Actually, redheads came out on top

in our sample group.

Though we think the Dawson triplets

may have caused an anomaly.

(upbeat rock music)

- Oh my god, I've just worked out

how I've got my 10.

You felt sorry for me 'cause my scores

are so pathetic, you put a 10 in there

to make me feel better.

- That's not true.

- Yeah, it's classic Viva.

Bossy, interfering, think you know it all.

- No, that is rubbish.

Not your description of me,

that actually sounds pretty accurate.

But I would never put in a random 10.

It woulda skewed our results.

- Well, maybe it wasn't a 10.

Maybe it was a zero one upside down.

- It was a 10.

- Well, maybe, someone said 10 for a joke

and then denied it later.

- No, I think people
gave very honest ratings.

I know I gave honest scores.

- You gave ratin's?

- Yeah, of course.

- And your project partner?

- Gabriel.

- Gabriel Hart?

- Yeah, he gave ratings.

Oh my god, he gave ratings.

(bell ringing)

Hi Gabriel.

You ready to hit the library?

- Yeah, sure.

- Oh, I don't think you've met my friends.

Amber.
- Hi.

- Hi Amber.

- Holly.
- All right?

- Hello, Holly.

- And Saz.

- Hello, Saz.

- Hello.

♪ People keep sayin' ♪

♪ That we're doin' it wrong ♪

♪ But I say it feels all right ♪

♪ I really do try, really
do try, really do try ♪

♪ There's a million
things I could change ♪

♪ But maybe it's all right ♪

♪ This is my life, this is
my life, this is my life ♪

♪ People keep sayin' that
we're doin' it wrong ♪

♪ People keep sayin' that
we're doin' it wrong ♪

♪ People keep sayin' that
we're doin' it wrong ♪