Spotlight on Location: The Skulls Page #2

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Glory, glory, hallelujah|hip, hooray, amen...

Hallelujah...

Go! Go! Go!|Yeah!

Hey. Hey.

What's the matter? You gonna|turn into a pumpkin at midnight?

Or are you worried you're|not gonna turn into a Skull?

I'd join the Girl Scouts if they paid for|grad school, which the Skulls supposedly do.

- Supposedly supposedly.|- I got my Harvard Law application today.

- How much they raise tuition?|- It's just over three grand this year.

Damn. Three grand?|Three grand.

Which means that even with a dozen or|so part-time jobs and my scholarships...

...excuse me... I'm still gonna|owe this university let's say...

...hundred grand, 110,000 when I|get out. Don't forget interest.

So even if I can get|everything deferred...

I'm gonna owe this school 110 grand|and Harvard Law another, what, 150?

That means you're|gonna have to get one of...

...those corporate law jobs|at 80, 90 hours a week.

And then I could afford|a car! A used car.

A used car. And you know how|attractive the ladies find those.

Which means you're getting|no play... Even less than now...

which is like...|Like what?

None. Thanks. I appreciate that.

So when I finally get free to practice|the kind of law that I want to practice...

You'll be 10 years from a heart attack|and a few more from the grave. Precisely.

My future's killing me.

It's killing me.

Forget about the Skulls.|Start this year off right...

...and tell Chloe|how you feel about her.

Let's try to remain on planet|Earth here, shall we, William?

Chloe went to Miss Porter's,|and I can't even dance.

Chloe's parents...

...they own a private jet, and|I've never even been in a jet.

- You starting to get the picture?|- Thank you.

Thank you.|Thank you.

I went out with a Skull|freshman year.

How'd you know he was a Skull?|We got into this argument...

...about secret societies and how|they're different from fraternities...

...because secret societies|are for life.

So I just mentioned the Skulls,|and he got really uncomfortable...

...and left the room and never came|back. Must be one of their rules.

Rumors are|they got lots of'em.

Rule Number One:
Not picked|by midnight tonight, not in.

Here we go. Bow your|heads... The Skulls.

It's tough to tell where the secret|society ends and the university begins.

We know you're up there. Yeah,|we know you're down there.

Don't expect an answer.|The C.I.A. was founded there.

But back in World War II,|when they were good guys.

Oh, yeah, the good guys.|Say what you want:

All I know|is that if it's secret...

...and it's elite,|it can't be good.

Ahh.

Gentlemen, let's eat.|The pizza's here.

Come on, baby.

What's up? What's up? Pizza's|up here. That's what's up.

Hi, Lis.|Hi, Lis.

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