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if I kept the same exam,

I could nail whoever stole it

and either passed it out,

or, more likely,

sold it to his buddies.

If you are going to cheat

on a multiple-choice test,

at least get a couple wrong,

you know?

Aim for a b-plus tops,

especially you two clowns.

- How do you know

we did not just study extra hard?

- Save it, Putin!

Now you're all getting zeros

on the midterm.

- Wait, you can't do that!

That's gonna ruin my GPA!

- I've never done anything

like this before.

- You cheated!

You all just cheated on one of

the biggest tests of the year.

You're lucky I don't bring this

to the principal.

I need to speak to you

outside for a minute.

- Well, win some, you lose some,

right, guys?

- Do you realize

how screwed we are?

- No, I don't.

Do you feel screwed, Ricky?

- Nyet.

- It's easy not to care when you

don't plan on going to college.

- Tell your boyfriend

that elitism

is no way to get me to help him

out of this jam.

- You think we can fix this?

- We?

Who are you again?

Alex.

I don't need some loser making

things even worse for me.

- So, do you have a plan?

- After a day in I.S.S.,

Cameron and Ricky

told us their plan.

They'd been thinking about it

since their freshman year.

It was actually a good idea,

considering that

these were the guys

that thought setting up a stink

bomb was a revolutionary act.

Their problem was that they were

always in trouble,

so they needed students

with access to things

that they couldn't get to.

I guess us getting caught on

that test was their lucky break.

- It's the perfect plan.

What do you think,

Mr. president?

- I think you're all idiots.

Come on, Carla.

- This isn't fair, Jack.

- I've already gotten in enough trouble.

I'm not about to get in any more

just because you're telling me to.

- Why? Whatever, then you'll

just fail Connor's class.

How's that going to look to Dartmouth?

- It's not gonna look pretty.

- Exactly, so why don't we

do something about it?

- I am.

I'm gonna study.

- If you were any good

at studying,

you wouldn't have bought the

test answers in the first place.

If you really cared about me,

you would do this!

Jack, you owe me this!

Jack? Jack?!

- We're here, son.

It's mom and dad.

You're in a hospital.

- It's all my fault.

- Shush, buddy.

- It's all my fault.

It's all my fault.

- What's he saying?

- It's all my fault.

- What happened?

- He just started talking.

- He's going into

hypoglycemic shock.

- Stop it, Jack.

Please, stop it.

- Jack!

He's our boy.

- Yeah.

- We're gonna go to the party

this weekend.

You guys down for that?

It's on Saturday night.

It's at Phil's house.

So we just got

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