Wait, are you guys talking about Molly Davidson?
That girl is so weird.
She always acts like she's, like, 40.
I wish she was fuckin' 40, man.
Women in their forties know themselves.
Oh, she's cute, you know, yeah, I give her that,
but she'd probably make you
quiz her on her SAT analogies while you fuck her.
her vagina is probably stuffed with diplomas,
how much do you wanna bet?
That shit's like a filing cabinet down there.
Well, I've got no problem with a filing cabinet.
I would make passionate sex to Molly Davidson.
Yeah, I'd just put a bag over her personality.
Molly's like a butterface for personality,
a butter personality.
- It's so bad. - Yeah.
- That's cool, man. - What?
Oh, please, do not stop on my account.
Do you know what? My vag is stuffed with diplomas.
Soon it's gonna be stuffed with job offers,
and glowing profiles, and commendations from the governor.
So, while you guys were all studying AP hand jobs,
I was kicking ass and busting curves.
And I'm gonna continue to do that at Yale next year.
I like my choices,
and wherever you three are next year, I hope you do, too.
I'm going to Yale, too.
I'm incredible at hand jobs, but I also got a 1560 on the SATs.
- To Yale? - Uh-huh.
Oh, um, Tanner, where are you going to school?
对了 坦纳 你去哪上学
Uh, I'm... I'm playing soccer at Stanford.
Stanford University? What are you guys talking about? That's--
斯坦福大学 你们在说些什么 那
- No, yes, Stanford. - Mm-hm. Stanford University.
-对 就是斯坦福 -没错 斯坦福大学
Hey, I'm not going to college.
I got recruited to go code for Google.
I mean, it's not Apple,
but the bennies are pretty tight, man,
and it's mid six-figures, so I'm not complainin'.
- That's my boy. - So proud of you.
You failed the seventh grade twice.
You guys are serious?
Hey, um, I'm gonna pretend like I don't know you next year.
This... this isn't possible.
You guys don't even care about school.
We just don't only care about school.
Well, I'm... I'm done.
After After you. After you, man.
Sorry, excuse me.
You've worked harder than everyone who's ever doubted you.
You've worked harder.
Nick, where are you going to school next year?
- I thought we weren't supposed to talk. - Just tell me!
Hope, where are you going next year?
No, I couldn't be less interested
in, like, whatever this is.
Gigi, where the fuck are you going to school next year?
Don't judge me, it was my fifth choice.
This is obviously not helping.
We didn't party because we wanted to focus on school
and get into good colleges.
But the irresponsible people who partied
also got into those colleges, they did both.
We didn't have to choose.
We are the only assholes who did one.
Hey, we are not assholes, okay?
Come sit down, we'll cut the cake,
look at the memory box,
- celebrate the end - This is not a time to celebrate.
We have to go to a party tonight.
- What? - Let's go to Nick's party.