- She's a slag.
- Yeah, you're right.
But so am I.
- I don't know what I would've done without you.
We would've been like Drake & Josh,
but no Josh, you know like, just Drake.
(rock music)
(bell dinging)
- How are you getting on with your form?
- Everyone has a thing except me.
I'm hoping this form is gonna tell me what my thing is.
- Your thing? - Yes, my thing.
You have your feminine books. - Feminist.
- Steve has his Quiz Brains thing.
- Quiz Heads.
- What's your form say?
- It says I should be a baker.
- Aimes, I think it might be banker.
Baker's not on there.
(whimsical music)
- I think I'm gonna stick with baker.
I do really like toast.
- There are 16 books on this syllabus.
- Yes. Like I said, you can always drop down to..
- 14 of them are written by men,
15 were written by white people.
And I'm willing to make a guess
with the one Black author will crop up
in the syllabus just in time for Black History Month.
- Excuse me?
- I'm very serious about my education, Mr. Gitten.
I'm worried I might internalize
an ideology that the main viewpoint,
the viewpoint worth studying in class,
is only that of the white male.
That's eradicating my voice as immaterial.
- We don't tolerate political outbursts
and grandstanding at the expense of your peers' class time.
Yes, Maxine.
- Hi, I'm like also super concerned
about my subconscious digestion
of the superiority of the white male perspective
and also, I have period cramps, so can I go to the nurse?
(class laughs)
- Okay, that's it.
For the rest of the class, we will be silent
and take the pop quiz.
(bell dinging) - [Announcer] The Quiz Heads!
(cheering)
(upbeat music)
- Congratulations!
(liquid dripping) (girl screams)
(Maxine laughs)
- You are a true, true psychopath.
- Thank you.
(bell dinging)
- Happy birthday!
I baked a cake!
- Why didn't you say it was your birthday?
- 'Cause I hate birthdays.
- No one hates birthdays, Maeve.
- Why celebrate the day I got pushed out
of some random vagina against my will?
- Think of all those gems of nihilistic wisdom
the world would be missing if you hadn't been born.
Happy birthday, oh joyous one.
- Just tell him you like him already.
- Your bedroom is amazing. - I know.
- Oh hey, this is really cute.
- Try it on.
Oh, I love that on you. You have to keep it.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, one hundo percent.
Looks way better on you than it ever did on me.
(bell dinging)
- What would you wear if you were meeting
your boyfriend's parents for the first time?
- Okay, right, whatever you do, do not dress like you.
My brother brought a girl home once,
and she wore a Nine Inch Nails T-shirt
and my mom thought she worshiped Satan.
Also, she had a massive shit in the toilet
and my dad had to break it up with a stick.
So don't do that either, 'cause first impressions count.
Good luck!
- I am done here!
Wow, these extensions are great.
You look beautiful.
(Maxine squeals)
- You both are really ruining this for me.
- This is some straight Judy Blume shit.
I want my ashes scattered in this closet.
(bell dinging)
- Why am I here? I hate fairs.
- You're here because Steve is doing extra study
for your stupid altitude scheme.
You're my date.
- Aptitude scheme, Aimee. - Yeah, that's what I said.
- Yeah. - Can you win me a giant pig?
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Do you guys have plans for Halloween?
- Not really.
- Our friend Brodie is having some people over.
It's gonna be chill.
You guys are welcome to come.
- Max, are you gonna be there?
Okay, fun. Yeah.
I.. just send me the details.
- Okay, yeah. We will. (chuckles)
- See you later. - Yeah.
- Bye, Max.
- Bye.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
Oh my God! What was that?
- I honestly have no idea.
- Girl, our big dick energy is off the charts!
My costumes need to be so hot.
- Costumes? Plural? - I cannot believe that
that just happened.
God, are we like the coolest people in the world right now?
Kinda feels like we are.
(bell dinging)
- Hey, Maeve, you're our new Quiz Head.
High five.
- Don't let me down.
- Hey, have you guys.. Have you seen Ola anywhere?
- Maeve got on the quiz team. - Oh, good job.
If you see Ola, I'm looking for her.
- Are you happy, babes?
- I don't think I'm over Otis.
- That is what I keep saying.
- She's gonna know I like her.
- You text all the times,
doesn't she already know you like her?
- No!
We didn't talk about how hard she makes my nipples.
We talk about our dumb sister Sasha.
Oh my God.
- I know. I'm sorry. I know.
- Farm-fresh salad...
please.
(bell dinging)
- Aren't you doing something nice with your fella?
- I don't have a boyfriend.
- She's in love with a boy though.
She's just too afraid to tell him how she feels,
which is stupid because he clearly loves her back.
- Shut up, Aimee, you don't know that.
- I think you should tell him how you feel.
What have you got to lose?
- What do I do about Sophie?
- Oh! I know.
You should drunkenly try and make out with her
in front of all your friends.
Oh wait. You already did that.
Are you trying to kill me, bro?
I'm serious, man!
I need help. What do I do?
- Apologize.
And tell her you like her,
be direct and truthful.
God! I'm so sick of people not being direct and truthful.
(rock music)