Hey, speaking of freakish roommates.
Save me.
From what?
That.
That's Quinn, she lives in my dorm.
Yeah, well um, you know, I saw her having lunch by herself,
so I sat down next to her, you know.
Bein' friendly and all.
And?
She started feelin' my food.
What do you mean feeling it?
I mean feeling it.
Well, that's just weird.
You think?
Aw, I feel sorry for her.
She's always by herself.
- Come on. - Come on where?
Let's go talk to her.
Ha, you guys go.
My food's been felt up enough.
- Hi. - Hey.
Hi.
Um, may I feel your food?
Um, why?
I'm working on a theory.
Which is?
Every food has its own distinct energy.
Almost like emotions, which can be better identified through touch,
as opposed to taste or smell.
So, you wanna feel if my food my food is happy?
Or sad,
worried, frightened.
I'm frightened.
So Quinn, why do you always hang out by yourself?
Well, I have a theory.
I guess cause I just haven't really made any friends yet.
What about your roommates?
I live alone.
Why, what's wrong with you--
You're so pretty, Quinn.
Pretty, pretty, Quinn.
Um, thanks.
Well if you ever want company I mean,
you can hang with me and my roommates some time.
Aren't they the ones always screaming at each other?
Good point.
Maybe just me and you should hang out then.
- Really? - Sure, why not.
Thanks.
Don't touch my salad.
Don't do it.
- Dana, Nicole! - Don't touch me!
[muffled screaming]
Hey, can you two stop fighting long enough to let me in?
Please?
Zoey, please tell Dana to clean up her area, it's disgusting.
And tell her not to blow dry her hair when I am trying to study.
Ok, if I don't re-blow my hair periodically it gets all frizzy.
So?
I can't let boys see me with frizzy hair.
They'll make up cruel nick names for me like, 'Girl With Frizzy Hair',
Or I don't know, 'Ms. Frizzy'. Wait, that sounds cute
You're not gonna look cute with a black eye.
Stop it!
You know what Dana, you are a slob.
And Nicole it's rude of you to blow your stupid hair dryer
when people need quiet.
- Well... - Well...
I guess the perfect roommate has spoken.
I didn't say I was perfect.
Well good, 'cause you're not.
Yeah, you bug us too sometimes.
Oh really, like how?
Well, you know!
- You can never remember your key. - Yes, like always forgetting your key.
- So? - So, it's annoying
to have to let you in all the time.
Oh, come on.
It is. "Ooh, I'm Zoey and I forgot my key again."
Yeah, I'm also Zoey, "Open the door, I'm locked out".
Blah, blah, blah.
Ok, well if I'm such a horrible roommate then maybe I should move out.
Maybe you should!
Fine! I'll be back for my stuff later.
- Fine! - Fine!
Forgot my key.
- Zoey? - Want a roommate?
Thanks for letting me crash here.
Hey, I'm glad to have the company.
- Night. - Nighty-night.
[beeping]
[screaming]
Quinn!
- Yeah? - What are you doing?
Monitoring your dreams.
I think you might be having a nightmare.
I am now!