roommate, Stephanie, left.
And she's never coming back.
All right. Turtle face is gone.
Well,
it looks like it gives me another chance.
Come on, gorgeous. What do you say?
Let me be your roommate.
Hey, you know, that's really...
That's really a good idea.
It really is, and you'd wake up smiling.
Go get 'em, sexy.
You know, I'm gonna get that little jerkoff.
So what do you say, babe?
Can I pack my bags and bring them over?
Oh, Brad, leave me alone.
You know, what's your problem?
You've been so moody lately.
You! You're my problem!
Why don't you just get out of my face?
Oh, Brad.
I was just gonna go get something to eat.
What's your favorite kind of pizza?
- Extra large.
- What a coincidence.
Seven and three-quarters.
Hold that end.
I think it's okay.
That looks good.
Nice sleeves on there.
Do you know, Bramson girls' tennis
got creamed yesterday.
- So?
- So?
Don't you feel a little bummed about that?
There's nothing I can do about it.
Bramson could win the championship
if Stephanie played the final match
against Filmore.
File it. I've lost interest in tennis, all right?
What about Shelly?
Well, you may not believe it,
but I've lost interest in her, too.
You're right. I don't believe it.
What can I tell you? I'm cured.
Hallelujah!
I'm a born-again student!
I've been healed, and here is the proof.
The moment of truth,
the moment we've all been waiting for.
And the winners are...
European history,
Stephen Parker with a B+.
All right! Great going!
Economics, Stephen Parker with an A-.
English Lit, Stephen Parker with
a grade still pending?
What does that mean?
Listen, I'm...
I'm serious
about Stephanie playing that match.
I mean, she's gotta play.
We can't win without her.
I mean, where's your school spirit?
School spirit? What's with you?
What's with me?
I'm gonna tell you what's with me.
There's a bookie who's gonna take
every dime I have if we lose.
Plus, a few dimes I don't have
and maybe a couple of fingers.
You son of a bitch.
You cold-blooded, manipulating prick!
- Okay. Hold on.
- That's what this whole thing was about?
You turned me into a girl
so you can turn a profit?
Andy,
I thought you were trying to help me.
I should have known better.
You're wrong.
At first I was trying to help you.
Help me what?
Become a lying, sneaking pinworm
like yourself?
- I bet she was in on it, too.
- I didn't know anything about a bet.
She really didn't.
There are a few more days left in school,
right?
I don't wanna see you, or you,
or hear from either one of you.
You understand me?
What's this?
Shit!
Hey, look,
why don't you just leave that alone?
You've already caused enough trouble.
"Dear Mr. Parker. This is to inform you
"that you are being brought up
on charges of plagiarism.
"You handed in an English paper
that closely resembles a psychology paper
"written by a Stephanie Brown.
"The Student Judiciary Committee
will hear your case tomorrow
"at 2:30 p.m. in my office.
"You will both get a chance
to defend yourselves."
Signed, James Butler, Dean of Students.
Be seated.
- Stephen, you know the charges, hmm?
- Yes, sir.
Do you have any explanation?
Sir, all I can tell you
is that I wrote that paper.
Every single word of that by myself.
Well, unfortunately, we haven't been able
to locate this Miss Stephanie Brown.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to put you
under suspension until I can question her.
Well, sir, I mean,
if you put me on suspension,
I'm gonna lose my scholarship.
I'm sorry, Miss. You can't go in there.
You don't understand. I must go
in there! It's a matter of life and death!
What's going on?
Dean Butler, I'm Stephanie Brown,
and I'd like a chance to speak.
All right.
Wait a second.
I've seen Stephanie play tennis
and that doesn't look
like Stephanie Brown.
Steffy,
how about a hug for your roommate?
I'm so glad you're back.
- Well, maybe the sun was in my eyes.
- Let's settle down, please.