Synopsis: In St. John College, the freshmen and best friends Luke and Roger meet the sexy blond cousins Lilly and Constance in the laundry of their building. They are next-door neighbors, and the experienced girls invite the young men to visit them anytime. Lilly forgets a package of coins in the laundry, and Luke goes to their room to return it. The room is empty, and he sneaks around, when the two girls arrive. Luke hides himself in the wardrobe, and through an opening, he sees Lilly with many tentacles on her breast. Luke tries to convince his friends that the girls are aliens, planning to attack Earth, but nobody believes in him. Meanwhile, some friends of them are found dead, with the internal organs completely frozen.
Genre: Comedy, Horror, Sci-Fi
Director(s): Matthew Hastings
Production: Lions Gate Films Inc.
95 min

Are they home?

Nobody home.

Let's go.


Let me get that for you.

Oh, my God! Jesus!

Hey, that looks pretty good.


What the hell is going on?

Ice Queen, baby!

Damn it, Javane, you're such a knob.

Remind me to take art next semester.

You might get burned.

You make my teeth sweat, girl.

You think Melody knows I'm a virgin?

Actually? Yeah.

It's freezing in here.

Someone left the window open.

I can't stand frigging smokers.

It's bad enough we gotta do laundry.

I'm not doing it at 30 below.


- I gotta slow down, man, okay?

-You can slow down when you're dead.

Oh, yeah.

Hi, I'm Lilly.

And this is my cousin, Constance.

Sorry. I have an oral fixation.

May I?

We transferred from Bayside.

Our room's right down the hall from yours.

Number 1021.

How come I haven't seen you guys

around before?

We're pre-med. Different schedules.

So, what's your major?

I have no idea. I'm a freshman.

How completely adorable.

You want a lick?

There's a sorority party

happening tomorrow...

-and I was thinking maybe--

-We know.



See you later, fresh-man.


- I think he's kind of cute.

-Sure, if you like Elijah Wood.

When was the last time you actually

had a conversation with a guy...

and he didn't get distracted

by your cleavage?

Look you in the eye? Not if he can help it.

Up-down, up-down. Hello? Focus.

I'm up here.

Men back home,

they don't care about the flash.

It's what's inside that counts.

The men at home are dead.

These boys are ripe for picking.

It's amazing, the power of a low-cut top.

L, for one, am positively exhausted.

There's so much to do with so little time.

Do you want to go to bed?

Oh, yeah.

Will you do it for me again?

You know I want to.

Thanks. Much better.

You're welcome.

Honey, let's go see what Natasha's up to.

All right, whatever.

Who the man? I'm the man

Who the man? I'm the man

Go, Roger, tell me what you want to see

Dude, there's something I've got to tell you.

Dude, you're always busting me

to get a date.

Yeah, I got one.

I just met the two...

finest women in the world.

Blonde goddesses.

Constance and her cousin Lilly.

Presenting the babe bookends.

The hotter one just invited me

to their sorority rush party tomorrow night.

- I'm so in!

-Those blondes that you met, Rodge?

There's something seriously bent

about them.

Yeah! These are women, baby. Hot!

Goodbye 2-D. Hello 3-D.

Dude, Lilly, her chest burst open.

And then these black fleshy snakes

start whipping around.

And I'm telling you,

she's standing there, euphoric.

Just drinking in the spray

from this trippy aerosol can.

Then Bigfoot showed up?

I'm telling you.

I know it sounds insane, but it happened.

Yeah, it has nothing to do

with the five beers you powered down.

I was not wasted.

Okay, I'm telling you though,

something is seriously--

Luke, it's all right.

I want you to calm down, okay?

I want you to breathe. Okay, that's good.

What about the spray can?

- What about it?

-it had this little periodic symbol on it.

What, you mean like Prince?

The little symbol?

No, it was N2. Alex, what is N2?

- Liquid Nitrogen.

-it's hairspray.

What happens if it gets in your skin?

It can cause cryogenic burning

and the instantaneous freezing of tissue.

Was there anything else?

I don't think they had navels.

If you think that you saw something, Luke,

I believe you.

Okay, I'm having a party

and it's in a place called reality.

You're both invited.

Please shut up.

Nobody calls me Nathan.

It's Gibby, all right?


What if they came here to take over SJC?

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