22 Jump Street Page #3
And we got some new
dumb-ass interns.
Hey, hey! Look alive! Huh?
Boys. Yo, jenko.
Hey, Schmidt!
Don't do that.
So, they want the same
sh*t, so here we go.
Same identities.
Same assignment.
We're going back to high school?
Your ass look like you about 50.
You're going to mc state.
We're going to college for real?
Somebody's out there, they're
cooking up a new drug.
It's Adderall mixed with ecstasy
mixed with God knows what else.
"Wipey"?
No, you dumb motherf***er.
"Whyphy."
Stands for "work hard? Yes.
Play hard? Yes."
Now, these kids take this sh*t,
and they get laser-focused for
about four hours of studying,
and then they party
like it's goddamn 1999.
Who's this?
That's Cynthia Watson.
She was a student at mc state.
She took some whyphy,
got locked out of her dorm,
ended up falling off the roof.
And now she's dead.
That's her buying
drugs on campus.
And that's the dealer.
Find him and we
find the supplier.
Sir, can I just say,
it is so refreshing to have
a case with a black victim.
I mean, we care so much
more because she's black.
I think what he's
really trying to say
is that we care equally.
It's a tie, really,
how much we care.
Uh... no, we're not. If it was a
white person, I wouldn't even care.
One less cracker-ass
cracker to worry about.
want to throw the f*** up?
Infiltrate the dealer,
find the supplier.
You all right?
Yeah.
It's just...
I'm the first person in my family
to pretend to go to college.
Best part is we get
to do it together.
What's up, college?
What's up, bro? We're 322.
F*** high school, right?
F*** high school.
Oh, so tight!
Oh, this is so baller!
Beds... oh, sh*t.
Oh, dope. That looks like cum.
That's cum. Okay. All right.
Already got cum on
the mattress, Dawg.
Welcome to college. F***, yeah.
Hilarious shirt that
signals we drink alcohol.
Some bacon machine
that my mom got me.
I do not understand
how it works.
It's true.
Super high-tech police gear.
Carte blanche with the
budget, motherf***er.
I'm going to veto that poster.
It's a touch childish.
Okay. What do lambos have to
do with touching children?
Lambos are lame.
I get one choice. I get
one thing that I'm not...
We have to agree. You
know what I mean?
What up, fellas? We're your
across-the-hall neighbors.
Oh, hey, there's two of you.
You're twins.
What's up, man?
We're the Yangs, man. Kenny Yang.
What's up?
Keith Yang.
What's going on?
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