Winning London Page #3

...Great Britain, Northern Ireland

and her other realms.

Queen, Head of Commonwealth,

Defender of the Faith.

Whatever. Prime Minister?

Appointed, not directly elected.

Henry Vlll?

1509 to 1547. Magna Carta?

1215. Norman Invasion?

1066. House of Stewart.

James I, Charles I, Charles II, James II.

Number of kings named George?

Six. Number of Internet service providers?

Dude, how would I know?

364. Legal systems?

Sorry.

I have to get out of this room.

Model student goes psycho

at U.N. Competition. Story at 11:00.

Sorry, Riles, but this is crunch time.

Other teams have had weeks to prepare.

Chloe, I got to agree with Riles.

My brain cannot absorb anymore.

I know, my whole brain is kind of full.

I highly doubt that.

Guys, all I'm saying is, we're England,

we're studying England.

We're in England.

So.

So all we need to know is right out there.

Calling our name.

Let's go, let's go. That's our bus.

- I have the same earrings.

- Except smaller.

And faker.

This is the very spot where Henry Vlll

had two of his wives beheaded.

Right. The fat dude who invented divorce.

Excuse me.

Did one of you guys see my head?

- Dylan.

- Have you seen my head?

- Youre such a dork.

- No, I've got it.

- No. Really, you are.

- I found it.

Cool. The dungeon.

Nice rack.

Star football player a little too desperate

to be a few inches taller.

He's 5'6'', he's 5'7'', my goodness, he's 5'8''.

- The pain!

- Man, check this out.

You ready?

It's kind of cozy in here.

See this?

This is where they busted his eyes

out of his face!

And this here...

...that's where the blood dripped down.

- I heard about this one guy.

First, they hung him...

...then they beheaded him,

then put his head...

...in the tower bridge where it was eaten...

...by maggots.

- Gross.

- Later, Brian.

- Later, dude.

What do you mean, ''Later, dude''?

Where are you going, guys?

I'll give you... I've got chocolate.

Guys? Anyone here?

Hello? You know,

it's not cool to look at other girls...

...when someone is talking to you.

We weren't talking. We were drinking.

- She's not your type, anyway.

- She's not?

No. She's not sensitive or funny or pretty.

Maybe with the right lighting

and some heavy foundation...

...but I bet she doesn't like sports.

My gosh, I so could not get into a girl

who doesn't like sports.

Remember that time when our dads

took us to the Dodger game?

- I was 10 and you were 12.

- And you ate three hot dogs...

...and blew chunks all over that guy

in front of us. Remember?

- No, it was probably Chloe.

- No, it was you. I'm sure of it.

I totally remember.

And that's how I'll always think of you...

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