So, Dorothy hasn't killed Miller.
Yet!
Mostly because I can't find the jerk!
Or should I call him "the walking dead,"
because I am gonna--
Miller-- using Rick's email--
sent something to every professor
and Greek leader at Dumas,
photos of me... private photos.
Monty and I both did it.
Long distance is hard, it's lonely.
Also, way to blame a victim blamer, you douchenozzle.
This was Miller, who I should legally be allowed
to chop into a million pieces
and sauté with green onions and peas
and maybe some cilantro for flavour!
Well, she's been picking fights for no reason.
I have my reasons!
They are complex and unknowable.
And basically just add up to her punching anyone
that makes fun of me...
after I've told her not to do that.
I am not fighting for you. I am fighting for feminism.
I am fighting against slut shaming
and body un-positiv-- body negativity?
Dee, come on.
All right, Connie, you got me.
I am for a fairer Greek System,
because after those photos came out,
Psi Pi Alpha dropped Connie as a pledge,
saying she was "inconsistent with their values." Pricks.
They need to be taught a lesson.
It's been a rough week. I just want to move on.
Plus, Rick, after everything,
no one's saying anything about him!
No. Connie is the Anti-Christ though
for taking pictures for her girlfriend.
Meanwhile the guy who actually leaks them...
He got fired, that's something,
a big something.
Didn't you spend most of the semester
trying to make that happen?
Plus, Rick didn't send those emails.
We know Miller did it.
He resigned quietly.
I wanted to see him...
get boiled in acid!
I wanted him to get beat up to death
by angry feminists,
angry feminists while-- while he's stating a genuine
and heartfelt apology for all of his evil deeds!
Dee, you need to calm down.
You need to calm up!
Yeah! That's what I meant to say.
I need to get more flyers.
I just don't want her hurt by all this.
I have enough to worry about and she doesn't realise
that she's just making things worse.
(Phone ringing)
Plus, I've have my parents calling me
about seven times a day because they found out about the photos.
(Phone ringing)
Doesn't change the fact
that they'll never look at me the same way.
DOROTHY: Connie!
Dorothy, Dorothy, I don't know how I can help you.
What's going on?
Well, Connie got dumped
by her douchecanoe sorority, Psi Pi Alpha,
over those photos.
I know. It's unfortunate.
Your point?
Oh, let her into MST.
No. I don't have the power.
Obviously.
Wait. What? You love Connie!
Dorothy,
we can't just do whatever we want.
Anne would have to
personally intervene and--
(Phone chiming)
Oh, I just got an email from Anne.
Telling me to make Connie a pledge.
What? Oh. Oh, you think
I had something to do with that?
I-- I would never.
I have nothing to do with that.
Anne said it was you.
Okay, it was me, but I only did it,
because I really think
that Connie should be a Sigma sister,
and she's earned it,
and you would have let her in anyway
if Rick hadn't intervened.
Fine! Fine.
Welcome to Mu Sigma Theta, Connie.
Okay, I know it's "just a sorority,"
but that was pretty cool of you.
And I did it without punching anyone!
It was way less fun, but better?
Yeah, better.
It'll die down.
People just need a new scandal...
(Phone ringing)
... then everyone will forget that they saw your boobs.
Well, maybe the good news will get my parents
to stop acting like I shot the President.
One sec.
(Phone ringing)
I am awesome.
Miller can suck my--
Yeah! Everything's gonna be fine.
I just wish all this drama was over with.
I just want to relax... with Connie,
because we have had our fair share of bad luck.
And now that Connie and I are MST pledges,
we are gonna--
Connie, what's wrong?
My parents don't want me here.
Connie, you can pledge whatever sorority you want.
You're an adult.
No, Dee. Here.
They want me to go home.
I have to leave Dumas.