- Again?
- Damn.
- That orange shit is janky.
I'm feeling grape, dawg.
I don't care how many times they
won. They're not getting the grape today.
That's what I'm talking about.
Your five-time defending
champion... 
Beechwood Academy. 
- They're tight.
- Yeah, they're better then ever this year.
Okay, everybody.
It's no surprise Beechwood is good.
But this year is different.
This year, we can beat them.
We've worked hard,
and we are good enough...
and this is our time, so lets win the cup.
Yeah!
Beechwood Academy. 
Their music today was composed
by senior drum major... 
Brandon Vandecamp. 
Beat that.
East Great Falls,
you may enter the field for competition. 
Band 10 hut. One, two, ready.
Shit.
Leesy, wait, no.
No. Wait.
You know, I'm so sorry.
I don't know what happened.
Not my shoes. Here we go.
Stifler!
You know, you're like
your brother, Steve.
And I don't think those are the shoes
you should be so eager to fill.
You know, the people
Steve thought were his friends...
- really didn't like him very much.
- What?
But I think you're different.
I think people want to like you, Matt.
You just make it really hard.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
When you're a loser.
Mr. Levenstein reports
that there were a few incidents...
at camp.
But he also says that...
you bonded with the band briefly.
When school starts,
you're going to be on a very short leash.
Remember, the Shermanator sees it all.
Be gone.
Did everybody hate my brother?
Stardate: August 21, 2005.
Some progress made with Stiffy Junior.
Behavior modification evident.
Will continue to monitor.
Shermanator out.
A little "Double-D Sheree" action.
Little bit of Dr. Robot.
Crazy fucker.
Hey, Stifler, where's your instrument?
Dude, you're in the wrong uniform.
Screw them, dude. They're gonna freak out
when they see the video.
Look, we thought that if we had
an advance screening...
then everyone would see
that you're not really a dork.
I can't. It's gone.
- What?
- The video, man, I deleted it.
Why?
Guess little bro's quitting
the family business.
Are you kidding me?
He went fucking bandee on us.
Hey, what's up, guys?
You a dead man, motherfucker.
- You, too, little man.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Dude, the purple puke was an accident.
Somebody switched the coolers.
Hey, that orange shit is janky, yo.
Chloe, we never saw Elyse,
you know, naked.
Matt turned off the computer.
So we're just supposed to forgive him now?
- He's still an asshole.
- You're right.
I am an asshole.
I can't take back spying on you...
and I can't win that Bandee Cup thing.
But I can help someone
get what she deserves.
I'm not asking you to forgive me.
Just help me help Elyse.
- I got the number.
- Go ahead.
555-0171.
He shouldn't have been dumping Ipecac
in anyone's cooler.
We could've won on our own.
I don't even care that he saw me on camera.
Well, I mean I do, but...
Honey, this just came for you.
It's from Robards.
What's it say?
Dr. Choi wants to meet with me?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Bye.
Hi. Elyse Houston.
I have an appointment with Dr. Choi.
- You're not in the book.
- No, there must be some mistake. See...
I have a letter.
This letter is, well...
It's a fake.
- This is not Dr. Choi's signature.
- What?
Stifler.
You son of a bitch.
What? It wasn't enough
for you to humiliate me at Band Camp?
Now you have to set me up here?
What's going on here?
This is my band.
And that's her music.
Well...
I've certainly seen some interesting attempts
to gain admission...
but this is a first.
Excellent audition, Miss. Houston.
Let's go discuss that scholarship.
I thought Brandon won.
No, Mr. Vandecamp
was disqualified for plagiarism.
All right.
That's what I'm talking about, yo.
Oh, my God, you guys, that was amazing.
- Thank you so much.
- Thank him. It was his idea.
Word.
- You planned all this?
-