The Emperor's Club Page #5

They catch us and we get kicked out|and we don't get our tuition back.

Martin, mellow out, man!|I can't just mellow out!

I cannot get kicked out of here!|I'm a "legacy" for Christ's sake!

My father was|Mr.Julius Caesar.

Did he ever tell you what question he won on?|Did he ever not tell me?

"Which tribes invaded Rome|in 102 B.C.?"

Teutons and the Cimbri.

The last words out ofhis mouth|before he dropped me off here.

So, uh, Martin,

Dare you really, like,|Nervous about...

Incoming.

Watch out, Marty.

My informants tell me if we head for|that place... Right, Saint Mary,'s?

Yeah!|- No, no, no.

The penalty for setting|foot on Saint Mary's property...

What do you say, Deepak? You want to go?|- Yeah. I'll go.

Louis?|- Yeah. I'll go.

See, Martin?|That's the problem with democracy.

Guys, I'm really nervous.|- Yeah. We know.

I love uniforms.|I really think we should turn around.

Shut up, man.

Seriously, we got|to turn around right now.

This is not safe!|- Marty, shut up. Shut up.

Hey, come on. Easy does it, boys.

Hi.

You ladies go to school here?

We go across the lake.|We're on the crew team.

He's our "coxman," so...|Coxswain.

Right. No. Right, I know.|Coxswain.

So is it true what they say|about the guys who go...

to "Saint Benedick's"?

I don't know.|Uh, what is that exactly?

Tsk. So, uh,|what's your name?

Um, I'm Sedgewick.|This is Deepak.

Louis and Martin.|Hi.

Marty, ifyou like.|Or Mar-Martin's fine.

Why don't you give us your phone number,|and maybe we'll call you sometime.

You are such...|- Guys, what's our phone number?

555-0169|- Um, area code 215.

Okay. So, um...

Do you guys want to go|skinny-dipping?

Pardon me?|- You mean naked?

What?|What's he doin'?

Oh, my God.

So, uh, who's gonna|come with me then?

Is he kidding?|- Oh, God!

Oh, no way!|Not me. I don't want to get my arm wet.

Might lose your phone number.

That's okay. I'll just whisper it|in your ear so you won't forget.

I'll go!|- My God!

I'll go too!|- Disrobe men!

Yeah!

I'm going!

Ladies!|What is going on here?

Holyshit!|- A nun.

Oh, my God.

There goes|your tuition, Marty.

Come on!

There is a code|at Saint Benedict's...

of self-governance|based on mutual trust.

You have violated that trust.

And you've compromised|the reputation of this academy.

If I thought you didn't know any|better, that would be one thing.

But willful ignorance|is intolerable.

You're confined to the dormitory|until 7:00 tomorrow morning.

What about dinner?

Excuse me?|- Well, I'm hungry, sir.

Oh, my God!|- Mr. Masoudi?

Mr. Hundert.

Have a good evening, gentlemen.

How you doing, Mr. Hundert?

Hi, Mr. H.

Did you lock up the door?|- I did.

You did? Thanks.|- Yeah.

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