Chalk It Up

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well, well,

here we are

yeah, yeah,

we're goin' far

don't matter

what they put us through

don't matter

d- d-d-don't matter

check out

all our skills

we'll make

some dollar bills

doin' just what

we like to do

hey, hey, hey

- we're superstars

- hey

- we're doin' it, doin' it

like superstars - hey

ain't nothin' to stop us

yeah, we're gonna

change history

'cause we could do anything

like superstars

hey, hey

super, superstars

- hey, hey

- we're superstars

- hey

- hey, hey

we're s-superstars

- hey, hey

- hey, hey

now, now,

we're comin' round

there's something

goin' down

you know what

we're about to bring

you know,

you-you you know it

hey, world,

the coast is clear

what have you got to fear?

We're gonna get

through everything

we're gonna get

through everything

- we're superstars

- hey

we're doin' it,

we're doin' it like superstars

- hey

- ain't nothin' to stop us

yeah, we're gonna

change history

'cause we're can do anything

like superstars

- hey, hey

- super, superstars

- hey, hey

- super, super, superstars

hey, hey

s-s-s-superstars

- hey, hey

- super, superstars

- hey

- all around the world

- hey

- all around the world

we're gonna

get through everything

we're super...

- we're superstars

- hey

we're doin' it,

we're doin' it

- like superstars

- hey

ain't nothin' to stop us

yeah, we're gonna

change history

'cause we can do anything

like superstars...

Ashley,

here's the thing.

I think about you

every second of every day

Uh!

Uh... Will you marry me?

Yes.

Congratulations.

Are you okay?

Yeah, mm-hmm.

Well, your analysis

of the night,

moderately outlines

his impressive military career.

I mean, you're getting pieces

of how romantic he is,

- but you're just...

- I need you.

There's a line, Angelina.

The character's amorous, Sarah,

and this is Chaucer.

So, if this is your thesis,

you need to focus

your explication

on his utopian ideals.

No, you can do this.

Focus.

Office hours are closed.

I've got the governors

ball tonight,

and it's time to seal the deal.

For ring before spring fling.

Well, what about tomorrow?

Cali will post my hours.

- Now, shoo.

- Uh-ahh. Fine.

- Hi, my love.

- Hey, baby.

- Apple.

- Let me see. Let me see.

Let me see.

No, don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Everyone's gonna see.

You know, I've been

dreaming of this moment

my entire life.

Now it's ruined.

Emily,

I can fix it.

Let's go.

One second.

Shh.

It's the end of the end.

No, no, no, trust me.

Trust me. Trust me.

I can fix it.

- Let's take a selfie.

- Let's do it.

- Okay.

- Ready?

- Yes.

- One, two...

- Awe!

- That's when I knew.

- Awesome.

- I was made for politics.

Say, "cheese."

Cheese.

Cheese.

What, what's your ethnicity?

I can't...

- Hey, apple.

- There you are.

Here I am.

Emily and Chelsey

are already here.

Her ring is so beautiful.

It's a Princess cut,

which is really nice.

But...

But, you prefer a brilliant cut.

You do listen when I hint.

A hint? Hah!

Your, uh, hints are about

as subtle as a jackhammer.

Boop.

So, uh,

Evan said it was a long

line today at the office.

Uh, yeah. Everyone at the

school is always so stressed.

Hmm, it is Greene.

Whatever.

Glad I was able

to steal you away.

Always.

Dance?

Okay.

- Yes. -Don't step on

my toes this time.

I never step on your toes.

Hey, babe, I left my econ

notebook at your frat.

So I'm headed over to get it.

Oh! Hey, Derrick, hey, Chelsey.

- Hey.

- Derrick, get me your paper.

Apple, we have an agreement.

You write my papers for me,

and I run around

with my shirt off.

- That is not our agreement.

- You said it.

- Never.

- You said that.

What, what happened?

Was there a fire?

Yeah, only in my room.

I barely made it out alive.

Are you okay?

Are you seriously

taking me literally?

I'm going to Oxford.

Yeah, they disbanded

the rugby team,

and my dad's having me transfer.

You know, year off rugby

and the national team

- wouldn't even look at me.

- That's ridiculous.

Apparently we're breaking

title 9.

Title, title 9.

Where there has to be

and equal number

- of male and female sports?

- Yep, that's the one.

That's it? That's no problem.

I can fix it.

No, you can't fix it, apple.

You can't fix everything.

Yes, I can.

So, okay, the rugby team

has a minimum of seven players

on the field, right?

So we need a

seven player female team.

We'll go with softball.

- Ah, but they're so tomboy.

- Hmm.

Well, volleyball.

Ugh. They're really tall.

Oh, I know!

- Apple, stop.

- Unpack, unpack.

- Please stop.

- Unpack, unpack.

- What're you doing?

- I am gonna make...

- The gymnastics team.

- Oh.

That's cute.

That's really cute.

You know, you are such a

good fixer, you really are

and I appreciate

you trying to fix this,

but, it's not Emily's nail.

Okay, this is real, apple.

We're talking about the NCAA.

Look, we both know that you

shouldn't even be at Greene.

It's the most prestigious

university in the country,

and your parents are legacies

and they donate

thousands of books a year.

So, you're here.

I had a perfect sat,

and I was a gymnast.

When you were 13.

You don't have an athletic

bone in your body.

You drove your

sobriety's annual 5k.

Because they needed

a safety driver.

You're skinny-fat.

I'm sorry,

but someone had to tell you.

Here's the test.

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