Sundown

Coming up next, I want you to give

a warm welcome to DJ phantom.

I'm really proud of you, mate.

Great set mister Oakenfold.

Thank you, man.

Let's rock this house, phantom.

That's my boy.

Come on.

- Loser! Loser!

Not now, come on.

No, no, no, no, no.

Sh*t.

- Logan.

- Mom, no, you can't.

I was in the middle of a mix.

Is knocking asking for too much?

Oh, I did knock,

and so did your father.

Good luck hearing anything

over that.

When are you going to stop

wasting your time

with all this DJ stuff?

Just so you know, this DJ stuff

could make me a lot of money,

if that's what

you're worried about.

Just like my Tupperware parties.

You can make

$15,000 dollars a night.

Stanford does not offer

a major in Deejaying.

Is there a reason

you're up here,

or are you just up here to crush

all my hopes and dreams?

Honey, your father wants to know

if you were anywhere

near his car.

- No.

- Was Blake?

Logan, stay away

from the Porsche

or your father will kill you.

He's funny about his car.

I'd like you

to keep your room cleaner.

- Yeah.

- And you know,

I'm noticing these nudie photos.

Is Blake putting those up?

Yeah, mom.

It's all Blake.

I used to look like that.

No. No. No. No.

Logan, my website needs

production value.

You need to lose your virginity.

We need this car.

Dude, don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

My dad will kill us.

She's not going to care

if I show up in a Porsche.

Seriously, Blake.

F***ing stop.

Seriously, dude, f***ing stop.

Okay, relax.

Relax, okay? Relax.

Take it easy, all right?

Take a deep breath.

Close your eyes. Imagine

you and Lina in this car.

There's wind blowing

through her hair.

Her hand is on your gearshift.

Music is blaring

through the subwoofers.

I have been making her a mix.

Of course you have.

And you know why?

So you can play it for her

in this car tonight.

You show off

your bad-ass DJ skills.

"Wiki-wiki!"

Spin her around,

DJ all over her vagina.

A little Booty action.

No.

Logan, we have been best

friends since pre-school.

Original juice box buddies.

I know how big your penis is

through your basketball shorts.

I could sketch it

like a mug shot.

Have I ever misguided you?

This is fate.

Don't p*ssy out now.

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Whoo!

Lina. Stephanie.

- Both:
Hey.

- What a surprise.

I didn't think

you guys were coming.

Hey, wanna smoke some weed?

How about some California gold?

- Oh, my god.

- That's just for you.

- This is awesome.

- I've got one for you, too.

Whoa, is that Logan?

Eugene, film this.

Film this, film this.

Ooh!

Dude, that's not funny.

That's not funny.

That's not funny.

Don't do that.

Dude, dude!

Mission accomplished.

Mission accomplished.

Look to your right!

Logan, where'd

you get the Porsche?

Yeah, the mission was to get

Lina to notice you

and she's looking right at you.

She wants you.

Go in there and go talk to her.

- Let's go inside.

- Go.

I'm going to do it.

Tonight's the night.

Yeah.

Watch the car, Blake.

I will not take

my eyes off of it.

- You watch the car, Blake.

- Stop talking to me.

Go talk to her.

Eugene, did you get that?

- Yes, I got it all.

- Yes!

Boys:
Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink!

- Yeah!

Oh, my god.

High school parties.

I can't wait for spring break.

It's going to be so cool.

Please, to do anything

seriously fun,

we have to get out of the United

States of can't do anything.

You and ash are really going

to go to Puerto Vallarta?

Yes, and so should you.

It's gonna be so much fun.

Better boys.

Better booze. Better music.

I mean, what is this sh*t?

I can't even dance to it.

Lina:
I know.

Let's get out of here.

Hey. What's up?

Puerto Vallarta, huh?

That's cool.

That's Mexico, right?

- Have you ever been?

- No.

Oh, my gosh.

It is so much fun.

You should totally come with us.

It's going to be epic.

- Boys:
Drink, drink, drink!

- Really?

Oh, my god. This party

officially sucks.

Can we please just get

to the college party?

Oh, yes. Please!

Oh, Logan,

would you mind driving us?

Yeah. Yeah, no, that's...

Yeah, I can do that.

That's cool.

Oh, my gosh.

Thank you so much.

You're so sweet.

Gentle. Gentle. Oh!

Just throw him over, huh?

Oh, yeah. Shots! Shots!

Hey, just excuse me one second.

Blake! Blake! I told you

to watch the car.

I have not taken

my eyes off of it.

Just get them off.

I'm driving Lina

to another party.

Yes! Okay. Hold this.

Ladies, Eugene,

you guys are done.

- Just a sec.

- Super virgin coming through.

Thank you very much. Eugene, you are done.

Get out of here.

- Girl:
Jeez.

- Oh, god.

I'm so sorry.

It was those shrimp tacos.

You know what?

It's fine.

Don't worry about it.

We'll get another ride.

No. No, no, no, no.

This is fine.

I can clean this up...

It's fine.

Don't worry about it.

- Oh, hey, Josh! Can I get a ride?

- Sure, jump in.

- Are you going to the frat party?

- Of course.

- Bye!

- Thanks anyway, Logan!

I'll get us some paper towels.

I was actually going to give her a ride...

in the Porsche.

- Let's turn it up.

Dude, if my dad wakes up,

he'll kill us.

Jesus, you're p*ssy.

You like saying

that word too much.

Well, that's because it takes

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