Cougar Club

(rock music playing )

Liberate me,

liberate me

Liberate me, liberate me...

Around the sun

On the run

Nothing can stop me...

- ( loud kissing )

- Man:
You've got your whole life

- ahead of you.

- Woman:
Yeah.

- People you are still gonna meet.

- Woman:
I know.

Whole college experience

still in front of you.

- Woman:
Mmm, you're right.

- Mmm.

Woman:
You promise

you're gonna write and call me?

Hogan! Man, what the hell

are you doing?

- They're already on the Ds.

- ( Hogan groans )

- Mm-hmm. Shit.

- Mmm.

Hello, Professor Goodbey.

- ( moans )

- Come on.

We gotta go.

Gladys, I'm never

gonna forget you.

- You're so hot.

- No no no.

All right. Sorry.

- I love you.

- I love you, Gladys.

Man over P.A.:

Rebecca Gephardt.

Indigo Goldstein.

Thank you very much, sir.

Liberate me...

Dag Griffiths.

Well done.

- Hi!

- Hey.

- Oh, lip gloss.

- Man:
Chris Grizma, magna cum laude.

( whispering )

Hey, where were you?

We were supposed

to take pictures before the ceremony!

- Moffy Gurner.

- I know. Uh... um...

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- Cindy Guilley.

- Here.

Open it and put it on.

Oh my God.

That is so sweet, Spence.

- Man:
Rebecca Hartowicz.

- Oh.

- Oh...

- Man:
Hello, Rebecca.

Let me see it.

( gasps )

- Oh...

- That's nice.

F*ck off, Hogan!

- Marshall Hogan lll.

- That is my name. I must go.

Shit, I think I caught my dress.

Did I rip something?

- ( flatulence )

- Oh.

You're such an ingrate, Hogan!

Spencey, please meet me

in the quad

after the ceremony

for pictures with my family, okay?

This is the photo that will define us

for the rest of our lives--

where we met and fell in love.

- ( chuckles )

- ( giggles )

Spencer Holmes,

with honors.

Okay, I'll see you there.

I love you.

Mmm...

( moans )

Congratulations.

Ladies and gentlemen,

meet our business class graduates.

( sighs ) It's just not the same

as standing in the quad

- in our cap and gown.

- Oh, I'm sorry,

- but I had to take Hogan home.

- Mmm.

You know he has a problem

dumping in public bathrooms.

- Nice image, thanks.

- Okay, look.

We have a photo in front

of my childhood tree house

I built when I was nine.

Isn't that good enough?

- It's just not the same.

- ( sighs )

- Let's go get a drink.

- Okay.

- ( sighs )

- ( sighs )

Hey, can I get a beer

and a shot of tequila and a--

a thumb in the ass

for my girlfriend?

Look, all our problems revolve

around your geriatric-loving

loser creep of a friend.

And as soon as you outgrow him,

the sooner you'll be

- to reaching your potential.

- Just enough with Hogan, please.

No. No, Spencey.

If you spend the rest of your life

associating yourself

with that vermin,

you will become

that vermin.

Spencey-- hey, I love you,

I just want

what's best for you.

- I love you too. You know--

- Mmm...

( woman laughing )

Oh my God.

I'll be right back.

Just so you know,

he will not be in our wedding.

( laughing )

What is that young man

doing out there with Edith?

I never saw anybody dance like that.

Hey, are you sure they're dancing?

If they're not,

he owes me some fucking money!

- Hogan, what the hell are you doing?

- Spence!

- I'd like you to meet Edith Birnbaum.

- Spence!

Hello. Marshall here says

I'm the hottest chick at the party.

- What do you think?

- Yeah.

- Whoo!

- Hogan, I'm sorry.

- I gotta borrow him for one minute.

- Ooh.

- One second, we'll be right back.

- What?

Do you really think

it's wise to get all grindy

with our future boss's wife?

Dude, she is so fucking fine

and you know it!

Look at that little tush.

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