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to get into Yale.

Rory, who only applied

to Yale and nowhere else.

I had it all planned!

It was perfect, B!

Perfect!

And now

it's nothing! Nada!

It's a goose egg!

Okay. Well.

God, Rory! Rory!

She's handling that

really well.

College

is for pussies!

All right. I got to get out of here, pal.

Hang in there.

All right, man. You, too.

Bartleby! Hey! Oh, hey, Mr.

Schrader. I was actually just...

Did you have any cake?

No, you know, I'm not much of a cake guy.

Oh, it is a hell

of a cake.

It is the same cake we got for Scotty

and Seth when they got into Harmon.

Oh, ah, everything

comes full circle.

Jay! How are ya, bud?

Oh, I really don't...

Hey, Stu.

Hey.

I can't imagine your pride,

knowing your youngest...

...is headed off to a good

college. Must take a load off.

Yeah, well, not to mention...

...the load it takes off

my bank account.

Dad.

Nothin' like gettin'

a load off!

What about you,

Bartleby?

That's a good question,

Mr. Harkin.

What's with the questions,

Mr. Trebek?

Where you goin'?

Um, I... I., well...

I didn't really, uh...

Bartleby screwed around and

now he's not goin' to college.

He's thrown his life away.

Yeah, that's... That's what

I was gonna say. Thanks, Dad.

Wait. South Harmon

Institute of Technology?

Yeah. B, you realize that

makes it S.H.I.T., right?

S.H.I.T.?

I was wingin' it. Whatever.

Just finish building

the website, please.

This is the act of a desperate,

wildly unrealistic person.

Yo, B, you have to hook me up with

one of these acceptance letters, bro.

Are you kidding me? No way.

Why not?

Oh, come on. The only way this is

gonna work is if we keep it quiet.

And even then,

it's still a long shot.

Dude, I don't care.

I have to do somethin'.

The minute

I lost my scholarship...

...my pop started talkin' about

me getting my own bus route.

Help me. Please?

Mmm.

You know something?

For the safety of the public,

I can't let you drive a bus.

Sweet.

But listen to me.

This is just a temporary

stopgap measure, okay?

Nothing more.

Gotcha.

Bravo, guys. Great.

Both of you guys.

Let's start this fake college. And then

we'll go start a meth lab somewhere.

Come on. It's a gateway crime. What?

That's how these things start.

You know something, Schrader...

...you got into

a great college.

And your future's

lookin' really good...

...and I'm psyched for you, pal, 'cause

you're my best friend and I love you.

I'm talking about me coming

to you, asking for your help.

Just finish

the damn website.

Please.

What do you say?

There he is!

Fine.

Get off me,

you idiot.

But we need some sort of, like,

mission statement or something.

Your dad's gonna want to see

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