National Lampoon Presents Dorm Daze Page #3

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he doesn't speak any English,

so don't bother talking to him.

Look. Cola.

Yeah, let's go.

You know, I just realized the amount

you sent is what I agreed to.

I think I was just thinking

of another job.

So, you're saying we're cool?

Yeah, we're cool.

I'll keep in touch.

Wait. What do you say

we hang and talk for a bit?

I've wanted to meet you

in person for a long time,

Miss Master of Disguise.

I gotta a couple choice jobs

I want to run by you

that I think we could pull together.

I got a shitload of stuff

I gotta take care of.

Fifteen minutes.

Come on.

It'll be worth your while.

All right. Fine.

Fifteen minutes.

But...here's the deal.

I've set myself up in a dorm.

My name is Gerri Farber.

Don't do anything to blow my cover.

Claire, we have got to stop that prostitute

from coming in this house.

Sure. Whatever.

I'm not gonna stand by and watch

the moral decay of this dormitory.

What happened to your face?

Tony hit me.

With the door.

He hit me with the door.

I'll see you guys later.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- Tony's beating Claire.

He hit her with the door?

That was a pretty lame cover.

Didn't I tell you there was

something up with him?

You did!

French?

You didn't want to talk to anybody,

now they won't bother.

I don't speak French, man.

Neither does anyone else

in this dorm, so who cares?

We leave tomorrow, anyways.

I'm late for work.

I should've been there

like five minutes ago.

Oh, crap. Foosball.

- Have you seen Foosball?

- He's in McFee's room.

- Can you tell him something for me?

- I'm thirsty.

Newmar! I need you to go

to McFee's room and tell--

and tell Foosball the girl he's

waiting for doesn't speak English.

Yeah, but after l--

- Okay, fine.

- Thanks.

What the hell

is wrong with you two?

We're on to you, wife beater.

- What?

- We're on to you.

You know, sometimes I hate

this place. I really hate this place.

So, how long did it take you

to set all this up?

Over a year.

How do you feel

about armored cars?

Take Suzie and go use her

in the bathroom.

- No.

- Take it, Booker.

- Leave me alone!

- Take Suzie--now!

Shut up!

I'm calling Rachel.

Rachel lives

down the hall, tard. Tard!

Will you go easy on him?

He's nervous.

You know this is

a no-smoking dorm, don't you?

Good thing Brady went out of town.

Hey, when the cat's away,

it's time to play.

Give this back to me.

I have to go use the can.

Okay, when he comes out,

I'll just tell him that I love him.

Not tell him that I love him.

Tell him that I want him.

That is much sexier.

Adrienne!

- Where's Foosball?

- In the can.

- Are you guys waiting for a girl?

- Yeah.

Okay, I'm supposed to tell you

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