The Row Page #2

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[Becks] Okay, we can just see

what it's like.

Okay.

[teacher] Father

of psychoanalysis,

Sigmund Freud.

Born 1856 in Austria...

and he came up with a theory...

Just so you know...

Carter West likes

Phi Lambda girls.

[teacher] Anyone know

what that is?

What's your name?

We all do things, also...

[vocal music]

...that we know

we shouldn't be doing.

Why do we do it?

[girls shouting]

[chill out music]

That bad, huh?

[clears throat]

Ahh... It's... Yeah.

[laughs]

Yeah. Sororities

aren't for everyone.

Though some of these girls

take it way too seriously.

Yeah, most of those girls

need to get

their heads examined.

[laughs]

Easy now, my sister went there.

It's the only reason I got

this sweet job.

Oh, your sister has

to get you jobs?

[laughs]

No... It's not that bad, though.

I mean, I'm a valet at a party

that almost everybody walked to.

And it beats moving kids

into the dorms, so...

So, you gonna pledge?

I don't know.

I like a lot of the girls,

but tonight's been a lot.

Oh, my God, there you are.

Okay, I did it.

I'm amazing, I got us in.

- To what?

- Zeta opening rush.

Basically, one giant rager

along the entire Row.

Best day of your life.

We're going.

- I'm sorry, we got to go.

- Bye.

I hooked up

with the hottest guy.

It's the treasure, like it's...

[electronic music]

[funky music]

[Becks] I'm not gonna go

to a pool party by myself.

Names.

Hi. Becks Power and Riley Cole.

AJ put us on the list

for this...

[girl] You got to be kidding me.

It looked lame anyway.

Yeah, that's fine.

Whatever. Let's just go.

- [funky music]

- Just you two.

Oh, my gosh, Becks.

This is insane.

[screams]

This is insane!

[electronic music]

AJ, how are you?

- This is Riley.

- Hi.

- Don't be shy.

- One for you.

- You want a drink?

- Thank you. Yes, of course.

Follow me.

- How you doing?

- I'm always good.

- [AJ] Vodka? Tequila?

- [Becks] Vodka.

Vodka. Chaser? Yes, no?

- Cranberry?

- Uh... pineapple.

- Pineapple?

- Yes.

Why pineapple?

You should look it up.

Let's check.

- Pineapple juice?

- Yes!

You are such a sick sh*t!

I'm a sick little slut.

What is up, brother man?

How's it going?

- You want a shot?

- Yeah, hit me up.

Oh! No, no, no!

These are not gonna work.

- Perfect. Thank you so much.

- There you go.

And this is for you.

- How's that?

- Perfect.

- Good?

- Thanks, thanks.

Brains and beauty

should always be rewarded.

It's rare.

And freshmen getting asked

to come to upper-class Psych

doesn't go unnoticed.

Nor does...

Well, you know, how you look.

- Okay, we need a stronger drink.

- Yeah, yeah.

All right. To the Row.

- To...

- Getting f***ed up at college!

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