Frat Pack

Synopsis: A shy British graduate gets dragged on a wild road trip across America to a raging fraternity party by his soon-to-be stepbrothers, as his mother marries into a larger-than-life, all American family. (His worst nightmare)
Genre: Comedy
95 min



[woman] Yeah. Oh, yeah.

There we go.

No, no, no, let's not...

Take your shirt off, little boy.

Oh, yeah.

- [man] Okay, this is...

- [woman] Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

- I just needed the toilet.

- Just pee your pants.

- Stop it.

- Oh, yeah.

- No.

- Yes!

- No.

- Yes!

[grunting and moaning]

You shut up, you baby.

Yeah. Shut up! Shut up!

Oh, here, look at the butterfly.

You gotta look at the butterfly.

Now look at the butterfly.

Now look at the butterfly.

Look at the butterfly.


Ooh, look at the butterfly.

Ooh! [laughs]

[man] For the record,

I did not sign up for this.

This is not the sort of situation I

would typically choose to be in.

Just thought

that you should know that.

[woman laughing]

- Help!

- Oh, yeah.

[pop song playing]

[man rapping]

[song ends]

Hello there, I'm Elliot.

This is my village. In England.

It all started one summer.

I'd just graduated university and I

had to move back in with my mother.

I was having a bit of a

tough time finding a job.

Oh, and I was recently dumped.

So, yeah, the first days of adult

life were looking promising.


hands off your snakey.

I'm not... Mom, morning.

You're not looking at those

smutty sites, are you?

Like FuckTube and YouTug.

Ugh. No. Why have you even

heard of things like that?

There's a better girl out there for

you, darling. Don't you worry.

I always thought Alison

was a bit of a whore anyway.


Just a mother's intuition.


I want to tell you that I've

met a lovely American chap.

- What?

- Yes. At the convention in Chicago.

We met in the bar and he bedded

me in his room that night.

- And I'm going to marry him.

- What?

Now, don't get over-excited.

I'm not getting over-excited,

I'm just hoping this is a joke

or something.

- A weird joke.

- Honestly.

He's the first man since your father

left to make me feel pleasure.

That's completely unnecessary.

Honestly, I've been

craving a man.

Then please stop

being honest, Mom.

He's a lovely chap,

you're going to really like him.

Is he here?

Oh, no,

you're going to meet him.

What are you on about?

- He's bought you a ticket.

- [spits]

- Where?

- To America.

- Really?

- Yes.

- Where?

- Bismarck, North Dakota.

Oh, where the hell is that?

Well, now,

I've heard it's a lovely place.

They call it

"The Orlando of the North."

Without the Disneyland or the

tropical weather, of course.

- What?

- So, you'll stay there for a while,

I'll be here

and wrap up stuff at work

and then join you on the weekend

for our little wedding.

This weekend?

Darling, if you don't like it,

you don't have to move.

Mom, this is...

What's the harm in going

and meeting everyone?

I understand American girls

quite like a British accent.

I have something for you.

Oh, my God. Gross.

- Well, now hang on.

- Why are there so many of them as well?

Would you like

to see a photo?


Here's my Romeo.

- Oh, my good God, Mom.

- His name is Michaelson.

- What? Michael?

- Son.

- Son?

- Michaelson.


What sort of a name is that?

Oh, don't be silly, darling,


He's got two lovely sons.

Sean, the accountant,

and Joey.

I hear he's a bit

of a character.

- It'll be the start of a new chapter...

- I don't care.

Mom, I want nothing to do

with these people.

I am not going.

[PA chimes]

[woman over PA]

Welcome to North Dakota,

the least visited state

in America.

Not so fast, slick.

- I beg your pardon?

- Pardon yourself, assface.

Freak out

and I'm going to homicide you.

Now, walk and act casual.

Come on.

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