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Look, it's cool, guys. All right. We had a nice time.

You know, a fucking bunch of dudes jump around on stage,

Yeah! Did you guys hear that?

- My little sister drinks a screwdriver too. - Oh, really? Does she?

All right. Mac, you got something?

- All right then, boys, y'all be good. - Uh-uh-uh!

Jake, Jake, Jake

(METAL CLANKING)

GIRL: So, you've had your chart done?

Hey, Alex Brumley.

just like everybody else.

- Yeah, but I heard "cock gobbler." - FINN: Cock gobbler.

Mmm. But that doesn't make them bad guys.

- Whoo! Good spot, bro! - Wow.

She was really fucking cute,

- Yeah? - Oh, hell, yes.

Fun. How was yours?

Suck my dick, man!

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

Which isn't very much.

That's a good point

Don't talk to me when I'm hitting.

- I'll be right back. - Huh?

I'm not a rubber lover glover I don't need no love buffer

(BLUEGRASS MUSIC PLAYING)

Cool, yeah, okay.

Not much. But hey, I'm loving this new look.

These are my teammates. Plum, Finn, and Coma.

Okay. Well, when do you stop, like, rehearsals

Supposed to meet up with this hot dancer-actress chick,

I'd still be a virgin, all right?

GIRL: You're into astrology? FINN: Of course.

MAN: Dale Douglas!

I don't know where the hell you think you're going.

Unreal, doggie, we made it!

I'll sweep you off your feet No need to be crude

PLUM: Didn't it seem like most of the girls we saw today were,

You get good at making the school-part work for you, right?

Is this the guy that left the flowers on my door?

I'm liking it. Shall we go?

I mean, Billy. Uh...

(POP MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

- Try it again, Nesbit. - Okay.

- Oh, my God. - Un-fucking real, man.

And the trick is, what's the trick?

What about you?

ROPER: She's built right.

but I assure you...

Are you kidding me?

Has he told you about his average cock?

That's some pussy shit. It tastes like fruit punch.

You might as well show 'em.

Uh, Beuter, we also got a bet going on

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

Erica's such a bitch.

That's Michelle with her friend Val.

ROPER: Attaboy, Mac!

(CHUCKLES) What did I tell you?

Did he just throw the ball in the fucking parking lot?

Okay, that's it.

I'ma do like Pete Ward and go undercover

All these people never be anything more than

- Are you serious? - Ow!

Trying to help you out, and you're gonna question me?

It all comes down to how well you sell it,

Are you prepared to fold like a lawn chair?

I just took Sisyphus and baseball,

totally avoidable.

- Hey. - Hi, Jake.

What class do you have first up?

Stupid fucking game!

- Okay, dumb. - You know, actually,

Now, we can't stop you from having a drink

Emi: You fucking asshole! Simi: Stupid fucking asshole!

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

- You up? - Yeah.

What's up? Tyrone.

You gotta be shittin' me, Beuter!

Shit, if I was that pussy-whipped little bitch,

Crank it up, sweetheart! Come on, baby!

I feel the same way about performing.

This shirt makes me fucking sad, man.

but I'm pretty sure that that is a new school record.

So insecure about the duck feet.

Well, that's the sign of a good coon dog punch, Coma.

all night if you want to. I don't really care.

but we were so ridiculous.

that's trendy now everywhere!

but you are the official frontrunner

- Oh, shit, come on. - Oh, shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This? This is ours.

Okay, Brum, have your balls dropped?

Anybody spotted him?

You gotta accept it.

Hey! No, you fucking stay.

You sitting this one out with that "raw dog" bullshit.

- (GROANS) - (LAUGHING)

I'm starting to have an identity crisis here.

Fuck you! Fuck you, you jackoffs!

- Yup. - I hate pitchers, okay?

FINN: Ouch! ROPER: Not my fault she's a bitch.

Well, what were you expecting, Beuter?

So, where you guys been tonight?

- JAKE: That dude needs to relax. - Thanks, Jake.

It's all you can do.

I've got you figured out, son.

such as hitting a baseball,

I already told you, Jake, this ain't high school, man.

We're fucking drinking, man! That's what we're doing!

ROPER: That dude is Plum.

- I'm Jake. - Don't do it.

but my name is Beverly.

ROPER: Well, there's nothing here.

Might as well put a strikeout down in the books, fellas.

I didn't say that.

We are in the playoffs every year

You get a bunch of competitors together...

Just lots of different types of stuff

- Serious? Promise? - Yeah, they look great.

How'd that guy end up here?

Looks like Beuter Perkins is getting laid this weekend. Huh?

She's gonna have to take it back to her place or,

and the eight of you living next door,

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

The book is, we're going over to rap with them.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

You're like a lost lamb.

You need to stop thinking so much.

(CEILING CREAKS)

How do you spell "Beuter," by the way?

And it's best two out of three, okay?

- Cool. Yeah, cool. - Yeah, might be fun.

- I'm a Leo. - Uh-oh.

I was saying "impossible," and then when you put the...

Mi amigos de fuckwithery!

- Just one. - Oh. What'd you write about?

PLUM: So, what do most of the guys on the team major in?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)