before I forget.
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Could we do this again tomorrow night?
Yeah, sure. I'll see you here at sunset.
Hey.
Should I bring that Picardo thing?
Okay, I'll do a solo for you.
- What's up, Ernie?
- Hey.
It was that fugly nurse again.
Oh, my God.
Matt Stifler?
- Holy shit, look at you.
- Arrianna, what are you doing here?
We practice our routine with the band.
What are you doing here?
I had to come. The school made me.
- Does anybody know about this yet?
- Oh, they do now.
Hey, come on, no pictures.
What're you, the papa-tit-zzy?
- Holy shit, this is so hilarious.
- Smile.
Ladies. No time for fraternizing.
Get the bags.
Guess I'll see you around, bandee.
What a dork.
I'm going to email this to everybody.
Girls, that was great. Percussion, take five.
Horns, we've got to work on intonation.
The final performance is tomorrow,
you guys.
They're so lame.
You play the triangle. How cute.
No, I don't. Look, I told you...
- I had to...
- I gotta go.
- I don't socialize with bandees.
- I'm not a fucking bandee.
I'm not. Look.
I've just been acting like a geek.
I've been playing them
so I could get them on hidden video.
I've been secretly videotaping them
doing all this crazy shit.
- Really?
- Yeah, I could show you.
Okay, come by after dinner.
I'll leave my pompoms
in the window for you.
- You're late.
- Yeah, no shit. Open the window.
Hold on. Be careful with it.
All right, one condition
before I show you the fruits of my labors.
What's that?
I want that picture
on that camera phone erased.
Nobody at school hears
about the triangle or the beanie. 
I don't want anybody
to think I'm a dorky-ass bandee. 
Fine. Like, now can we get on with it?
As soon as you get rid of that picture
of me on your phone. 
Are you going into town?
Not tonight. I'm too tired. 
Besides, they're much hotter here.
I know. It's a great crop this year.
- There. Done deal.
- Now can we see the video?
Stiffmeister Productions...
in association with
its talented new director, Matthew Stifler...
is happy to premier the unedited...
unfiltered, and un-fucking-believable
Bandeez Gone Wild. 
Oh, yeah.
- Oh, my God.
- That is unbelievable.
- You're kidding me, right?
- That's great.
Danielle likes Jimmy,
but she's like a foot taller than him. 
And wait till you hear this. 
Sheree slept with that big Oscar guy,
the drummer.
Said he was amazing.
I hooked up with Brandon once.
Some drummer. He has...
no rhythm,
and he can't even bang very long. 
Oh, my God. Are you serious?
Yeah, he's a preemie. I'm not talking
about the day he was born, either. 
Can you get my back?
I think I got a little bit of sun today?
Sure.
Get this. He has one ball.
No way.
One ball.
Yeah, that why he carries that big stick
around everywhere.
It's got his other ball on top.
Shit, shit, oh, shit.
What is that thing?
Let's kill it.
- Where'd he go?
- There he is.
Look out.
This is going into the lake.
No one's gonna know
about your little video.
'Cause the shit you got us doing on tape...
So we got a contest to win tomorrow.
And I don't want to see you.
Understand?
Did you help him?
With East Great Falls
in the lead... 
Beechwood has to win
the Band Camp Playoffs. 
Direct yourselves to the marching field
in one hour. 
Now, Dr. Choi, Brandon Vandecamp
from Beechwood...
is our best musician by far...
and his father, Landon,
is our best donor, also by far.
Robards needs talented musicians
as much as we need talented donors.
Ipecac.
- So how's it going? Are you having fun?
- It's okay.
How about some Ipecac, Vande-cooch?
This herbal fucking extract will help you
Beechwood fief play in tune, huh?
Shit.
I told you
I don't want to see you anymore, Stifler.
Some day, you'll thank me, asshole.
- Orange?