08x22 - The Final Final

[bunniefuu]

♪ Now let's have
a little bit of fun now ♪

I just finished my last final ever.

Whoo-hoo!

[Cheering]

Your diploma.

Can you keep it down?

Some of us are studying.

Hey! Should we keep it down
for the studier?

All: No!

The people have spoken.

I love the democratic process.

God bless America!

[Cheering]

Dude, I mean it. I got to focus.

My poli-sci final
is the last of the time slots.

It's Friday at : .

Oh, man, that's cold.

Hey, since when
have you cared about finals?

Since it's the final final
of my entire school career.

After this,
I am never taking a test again.

Except those Internet quizzes
to find out

which Power Ranger I am.

So I want to go out strong.

So I've been studying
like I've never studied before.

'Cause I have never studied before.

No, you have not.

I had no idea
there were all these great ways

to remember stuff.

You know, highlighting, study groups,

reading the material.

I just really want to do well.

It's a matter of pride,
so could you maybe,

I don't know,
just show a little respect?

All right, man. I got you.

Yo, everybody!

Can we give the guy a break?

Let's cut it down with all that joy!

[Grumbling]

Thank you.

Don't need any more distractions.

Whoo-hoo! I'm done!

Oh! Let's go celebrate.

Take me somewhere fun.

Lex, I can't. You know I got to study.

What? You were serious about that?

Yeah. But I'm not gonna
see you all summer.

It's just one more exam.

I promise we'll have time to hang

before you go on
your fancy Caribbean yacht trip.

It's not a yacht.

It's just a -foot catamaran.

And it's not like we have
a whole crew or anything.

It's just the captain, the purser,

and the chef. That's it.

And for breakfast,
we're totally on our own.

Mm. Well, just so you know...

When you pour your cereal,
you tilt the box like this.

Okay, okay. Go study.

I don't want to get in your way.

Okay.

♪

Whoo-hoo!

I am done!

Whoo! Yeah!

Yes!

Are you freaking kidding me?

What, is it the power company again?

We've done everything short
of paying them.

No, the Prairie Scouts put
the wrong number on the curb.

They came by yesterday.

I gave them bucks to redo it,

and they put the Donahues' number

instead of ours.

Why'd you let them take us for bucks?

The old number looked fine.

Well, they said it needed to be brighter

so that emergency vehicles
could see it at night.

You know those Prairie Scouts
and their scare tactics.

I guess you better get them back here.

How the hell do you track down
Prairie Scouts?

We're just gonna
have to fix it ourselves.

Put it on the list.

♪

Whoo-hoo! I'm done!

Hey.

Didn't you hear me?

I said, "Whoo."

And I said, "Hoo."

Did you take your last final?

Yeah. Think I aced it.

Well, then, why aren't you rejoicing?

This isn't the Sue I know.

The Sue I know
would be singing "Celebration"

into a hair brush right now.

Why such a sad panda?

Pbht. I don't know.

It's just, like, every year
at the end of the year,

I look back to see how well I completed

the goals I set for myself,

but this year, when I look back,

it just feels like the year
was kind of "meh."

Wow, this is serious.
I've never heard you

"meh" about anything.

I know, right?

But the "meh" kind of fits.

I almost got kicked out
of school for not paying.

I didn't join any new clubs.

I broke up with two guys.

Maybe it was my fault
because I didn't label it.

I mean, my second Year of Sue
was my best Year of Sue,

and my first was my second,

so I thought this would be my first,

but it turns out it's my third.

Actually, you know what?

I can't even call this a Year of Sue.

If I had to label it,

I would call it
a Sue Sue So-So Sophomore Slump.

Judge, I object!

I submit this year's been fun.

Has it?

You crapped out at NYU.

You got food poisoning three times.

And your roommate is in ROTC,
and you're scared of him.

Also slightly attracted to him.

Face it.

Things are kind of sucky.

We're not going back to Dollywood

because "Ramblin' Jack's Banjo Review"

wanted to go in a "different direction,"

which apparently just means
a direction away from us.

I am gonna be working
at Spudsy's all summer,

and you're gonna be doing
hot-tar roofing with your dad.

How has "whoo-hoo"
gone to "boo-hoo" so quickly?

Whoo-hoo!

Save it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Frankie, why we getting HBO?

You didn't upgrade our cable, did you?

Yeah, I did it when I was having
the Bentley detailed.

Let's see what else we're getting.

[Sexy music plays]

Hey-o. Yeah.

We're getting all the channels.

Well, I don't know why.

I certainly didn't order them.

I wonder if we're getting...

No way.

What? What?

We're getting NBA League Pass.

Ooh. I wonder if we get
Hallmark Movies and Mysteries.

That will remain a mystery

'cause I'm not changing the channel.

It might go away.

[Beeping]

Mike, come here.

No!

[Sighs]

The microwave is working

without holding the hair dryer up to it.

It hasn't done that in years!

Mom, you won't believe this.

I have the best news.

Cindy just got back from her doctor.

He believes she's stopped growing!

[Gasps] Wow.

[Both chuckle]

What's going on?

I mean, free premium channels,

the microwave's working,

you have a topped-off girlfriend.

- [Gasps]
- You know what this is?

Mike, you know what this is?

Timeout.

No. Don't you see?

All these good things are happening

because we have the Donahues'
number on our curb.

The universe is confusing us
with the Donahues.

- You're nuts.
- No, I'm serious.

You think this is a coincidence?

We've never had
three good things happen to us

on the same day ever.

Or one.

That's not the way
the universe works, Frankie.

We're all born with a crap sandwich.

Some people get a big one.
Others get a small one.

You eat your way through it,
and then you're dead.

Oh, yeah? Okay, fine.

I'll prove it to you.

[Sniffs] Ha!

Not rancid.

Huh.

Frankie: Finally,
after two kindergartens,

five years of grade school,

three years of junior high,
four years of high school,

and four years of college,

Axl was ready for his final final

of his final year.

♪

Hey. You got get out of here

so I can lock up the room.

Uh, there's supposed to be
a final in here in minutes.

America and the Cold w*r?

That was at : this morning.

I'm getting hungry.

What are we doing for dinner?

Oh, sorry, Brick.

I didn't even think about it.

I've been microwaving popcorn all day.

Well, can we order something?

I'm starving.

- Me, too.
- [Muffled] Yeah.

Me, too.

[Doorbell rings]

Got your eight pizzas.

Uh, we didn't order any pizza.

Well, I got eight pies,
half pineapple, half pepperoni,

for "Johnson."

Okay. We're not Johnson.

Yeah. You know what? I'm sick of this.

It's another one
of those stupid teenage pranks.

That's it. I've had it. I quit.

Here. You can just keep these.

They're yours.

We just got eight free pizzas!

[Laughs]

[Knocking on wall]

Hey, Professor Kepley. Axl Heck.

I'm in your America
and the Cold w*r class?

You probably don't recognize me
'cause I sat way in the back,

but I was always there.

Okay.

Pig in a blanket?

No, thanks.

Listen. Here's the thing.

I was supposed
to take your final this morning,

but, uh, I hit a bit of a snag.

You see, I can't really
go into details here,

but my dad is actually an astronaut

with the International Space Station,

and, uh, NASA lost contact
with him this morning.

Ah. They're still trying to decide

whether it was a technical error
or our enemies in space.

And I can't really say any more

for security reasons,
but you're in luck,

'cause I could take the test now, and...

Stop.

I've been a professor for years,

and I've heard every excuse.

All of you millennials
coming into my office

thinking you can get a pass
by making up some lame excuse.

Just once, it would be so refreshing

if someone were to come in here
and tell me the truth.

Okay.

You're right.

You're right.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

I accidentally wrote down
the wrong time.

And I am so sorry.

Thank you.

So, can I take the test now?

- No.
- What?

So you won't accept B.S. or honesty?

I mean, is there a third option
I'm missing here?

Yes, you can take the class
again in the fall.

No. I can't graduate
if I get a zero on the final.

[Chuckles]

I've never said this before
in my life...

Please let me take that test.

You see what's going on here?

The music, the drink in my hand,

the relaxed vibe...

All of this is to convey an atmosphere

of a man who is done... done.

The test was at : .

The students who were prepared
showed up at that time.

And now the test is done, and so am I.

See ya.

Axl. Any news from your dad,

the famous astronaut?

Thanks, buddy.

Mission aborted.

Brad! Brad!

[Laughing]
You're not gonna believe this.

Beyoncé released another secret album?

No. But we should check.

Orson High e-mailed me.

They want me to come back and speak.

What? Seriously?

Check it out.

"Dear alumni from to .

We'd like to invite
any of you to come back

and speak to the members
of the class of

to give your thoughts and reflections

on your time at Orson High and beyond.

Please contact the front desk
to arrange a time.

Signed, The Counseling Office."

Oh, my God.

- What an honor.
- I know.

You should do it. You'd be so perfect.

No one loved Orson High like you did.

You'd have so many great things to say.

And I bet it'd break you out

of your Sue Sue So-So Sophomore Slump.

Exactly.

Time for me to leave the pity party.

I have a purpose.

It's giving back to my alma mater.

Wow, Sue.

You're gonna help shape young lives.

What do you think
you're gonna tell them?

Label every year.

Oh. Mm-hmm.

[Giggles]

Guys, guys, guys.

I still have dibs on the TV.

I'm only in here for a minute.

No, no, look.

That bruise I've had for years is gone.

[Screams] Mom!

I-I-I checked the other hip,

to make sure I wasn't confused,

and I still had
that one weird spider vein

that looks like Lester Holt,
but the bruise is gone.

If that's not magical Donahue healing,

I don't know what is.

Sure about that, Frankie?

We just got something from the IRS.

[Gasps] Oh, boy.

[Winces] How bad is it?

We overpayed in .
It's a refund check!

Are you serious?
Make sure that's our name on it.

Michael and Frankie Heck.

[Gasps] Oh, yeah!

[Cheering, laughing]

You're at my house now? Really?

School's over.

Didn't you pick up on the vibe
I was giving off?

It's summer, brah.

[Chuckles] And I can call you brah

'cause I'm not your professor anymore.

Okay, but I... Ah.

I don't want to hear it.

No. No, I'm sorry.

I won't go away!

You got to hear me out!

Look, I admit it! I screwed up!

But it was in the context
of trying really hard

not to screw up!

Please! You can't let me not graduate!

I am begging for your compassion!

And I'm not leaving here
until you let me take that test!

Fine.

I can wait.

I got nothing but time!

♪

Sue couldn't wait
to go back to high school

and impart her wisdom.

And since she was the only one
to reply to the e-mail,

she didn't have to.

Hello.

My name is Sue Heck.

[Chuckles]

Class of .

I am a sophomore at East Indiana State

majoring in hospitality
and hotel management

with a minor in theater.

Mm-hmm.

And I just wanted to say
thank you so much

for inviting me
back to good old Orson High!

Go Hens!

Okay. So, um, let me just start

by saying I know
how tough high school can be.

You know, you walk into
the lunchroom with your tray,

and your best friend Carly's sick,

and you're like, "Ah,
who am I gonna sit with today?"

What do you mean?
We all just sit together.

Oh. Oh, okay. That's good.

Well, that makes it easy for you.

Because I know socializing
in high school can be so hard.

But let me just tell you,

it gets a lot easier in college.

I mean, you guys are young now,

so there aren't a lot of parties,

but when you get to college...

Um, but we go to parties all the time.

Yeah, pretty much every weekend.

Oh. [Scoffs] Okay.

Well, I guess things have
changed since back in my day.

But, you know, it doesn't matter

that I didn't go to parties
in high school,

because my world really
opened up in college.

I mean, when I went here,

I had, like, Instagram followers.

But now I have almost .

[Chuckles] Pretty cool, huh?

Actually, I have , .

, followers?

Oh, you like a cheerleader or something?

No, I'm in cross country.

Cross...

Uh, anyway, there are
so many activities you can do.

Uh, I actually started my own group...

the Wrestlerettes.

Is that like a comedy improv team?

No.

I mean, people did laugh at us,

but [laughs nervously] no.

Um, the point is,

yeah, there were some trying times,

but I have so many
great memories of Orson High,

like I will never forget
walking down West Hall...

- [Laughter]
- What?

No offense, but nobody
really walks down West Hall

unless they're kind of a nerd.

But I walked down West Hall
all the time...

♪

Okay, Mike, what do you want me
to make you for dinner?

I can microwave you anything you want.

Mac and cheese, frozen burrito,
Lean Cuisine.

Mm, I don't know.

I guess I'll have a hot dog.

Oh, come on, that's like seconds.

Let me microwave something
that takes longer.

Great news.

There's a radon gas leak in school.

Will our luck never cease?

How's a toxic gas leak a good thing?

Ause they cancelled school for tomorrow,

and it was rope-climbing day in gym.

Sorry, humiliation,

you've been postponed to a later date.

Okay, now, come on, Mike.

You got to admit it.

There are forces at work here.

Ever since we've had the
Donahues' address on our curb,

it's been one good thing after another.

I want to hear you say it.

We got the Donahues' good luck.

I'm not saying anything.

It's superstitious nonsense.

Oh, really? Says the guy who believes

that by clutching a magical Colts towel,

he can help them win a game.

Hey, hey, hey. That is sports.

That's an energy transfer
from a towel to a team.

Completely different thing.
They've done studies.

Enough people holding a towel

can alter the course of a game.

Okay, fine.

Then, if you don't believe

there's some cosmic force at play...

Here. Go repaint the curb.

Go ahead. Do it.

Look, I don't know what's causing it.

All I know is
there's a playoff game tonight

and a "Godfather" marathon tomorrow,

so why don't you fire up that microwave

and nuke me some food?

♪

Axl was so desperate,

he did something
he had never done before.

He persevered.

That's right, I'm still here!

You hear me, Kepley?

I'm not going!

Got to let me take that test.

I have to graduate!

[Thunder crashes]

Oh, are you kidding me?!

Fine!

Bring it!

I've been thirsty anyway!

Rain, baby, rain!

You don't understand!

I've worked for this my whole life.

For some kids, school comes easy,

but not for me.

I never studied this hard
for a test in my whole life.

What are you trying to teach me anyway?

Hard work doesn't pay off?

What kind of sick teacher are you?

I know this stuff! I swear!

The North Atlantic Treaty
was signed April , ,

as an act of collective defense

against foreign invaders.

The signers
were the United States, Italy,

Canada, Norway, Denmark,
Portugal, Iceland,

and the five nations
of the Treaty of Brussels...

United Kingdom, France,
Belgium, the Netherlands,

and, uh...

Agh! Damn it!

What is it? Um...

Oh!

Luxembourg!

Yes! [Laughs]

Come on!

Let me take the test!

People think I should.

Everyone thinks I should take this test!

"Let him take the test!

Let him take the test!"

Even this little worm.

He's saying... He's saying it...

"Let him take the test.

Let him take... the test."

Fine. Come to my office
tomorrow at : .

But you've got to get an %
or you're not graduating.

%.

[Door closes]

[Chuckles]

Yah-ha-ha-ha-ha-hess!

Yes!

[Laughs]

Yah-ha-ha-hess!

Come on. Come on. Go for three.

Go for three.

Bango!

[Gasps]

Oh, no.

No. No, no, no.

What happened
to all my premium channels?

You don't think...

[Sighs] School is back on.

They tested the air and found
acceptable levels of radon.

♪

Our troop leader told us we messed up

and accidentally gave you
your neighbor's address.

Sorry.

We didn't mind.

No, we felt really bad,

so we painted an American flag
on there for free.

♪

I hurried when I got your text.
What's wrong?

You were so excited
about talking at school.

Brad, I found out something shocking.

I was a nerd in high school.

What?

But you were friends with me.

News flash... You were a nerd, too.

How is that possible?
I was in color guard.

I was vice president of Magicians Club.

I played Sky Masterson
in "Guys and Dolls."

Apparently, those things
weren't as cool as we thought.

[Sighs] Okay.

Well, maybe that was true
in high school,

but this is college.

We're very different people now.

We're in no-cut a cappella.
You're a Dragonette.

There was only one person
who didn't make Dragonettes,

and that's 'cause
she was a n*zi sympathizer.

Oh. I can't believe it.

All this time, I had no idea.

I mean, I knew I wasn't the
most popular person in school.

And that was fine.

But I didn't realize I was a nerd.

Sue, I'd like to tell you a little story

about two other nerds I know...

Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone.

What?

[Piano music plays]

♪ Can't you picture Ryan Gosling
as a freshman ♪

♪ Sitting at the lunchroom table
all alone? ♪

♪ And far across the country ♪

♪ With her head gear and her braids ♪

♪ Was an also somewhat awkward
Emma Stone ♪

- ♪ Do you think they let the
populars define them? ♪ - Well...

- ♪ Do you think they let the cool
kids give 'em guff? ♪ - I don't know.

♪ Did they hide their sweet
crossbite-corrected smiles ♪

♪ When they felt down? ♪

♪ Bet they sang a song like this
when times got rough ♪

♪ If you're bummed
when you look into the mirror ♪

♪ You just shout into the glass
with no regrets ♪

♪ Who's that junior peer
leadership advisor? ♪

♪ She's the person
who invented Wrestlerettes. ♪

♪ So you know every sonnet
from "The Tempest" ♪

♪ And you wear your heart
upon your puffy sleeve ♪

♪ Don't let others' slings and arrows ♪

♪ Put a damper on your day ♪

♪ Throw your hands up high ♪

♪ And shout out, "I believe" ♪

I believe!

♪ What's this obsession with labels? ♪

♪ Labels are nothing to fear ♪

♪ Tell those Tom, d*ck,
and Harry, and Mabels ♪

♪ The only thing
that really should be labeled ♪

♪ Is a year ♪

♪ And if you don't believe me ♪

♪ If you don't think it's true ♪

♪ Here's a list of some great
march-to-their-own-drummers ♪

♪ Just like you ♪

♪ Albert Einstein, Tina Fey ♪

♪ Neil deGrasse Tyson... Hip-hooray ♪

♪ Zuckerberg...
Yeah, now you're talking. ♪

♪ Give it up for Stephen Hawking ♪

♪ Elon Musk, Bill Gates, and Yanni ♪

♪ George Takei, Kumail Nanjiani ♪

Both: ♪ All those hobbits,
all those rings ♪

All: ♪ Don't forget the kids
from "Stranger Things" ♪

♪ Ah-ah-ah-aah ♪

♪ And just think, next September
when we're juniors ♪

♪ Think of all the great things
we can do ♪

♪ Perhaps I'll take up cello ♪

♪ Perhaps I'll meet a fellow ♪

♪ And we'll tell ourselves
whenever we're blue ♪

♪ Put that frown upon the shelf ♪

♪ And celebrate yourself ♪

♪ And the march-to-their-own-drummers ♪

♪ Who are just like ♪

♪ Sue! ♪

[Song ends]

♪

But not everyone on campus
was celebrating.

There was still one person
who was not quite done.

Axl wasn't lying.

He knew the material.

He got an %.

He was graduating.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

I'm done! I'm free!

Who wants to party?

Anybody?

Hello?