- ♪ Get, get, get, get,
get on up ♪
♪ Get on up ♪
Holy sh*t!
How are you not freaking out?
- I am, I just freak out
in a quieter way than you do.
Give me my phone--
- Ah!
- What hell is going on?
Bela, this better not be
about another pic
of Pete Davidson in sweatpants.
- I can't believe
I'm saying this,
but it's actually better
than that.
Look at what Nico commented
on Kimberly's pic.
- "That dress tho."
Eye-bugging emoji.
Oh, damn! He wants to f*ck you.
- That's what I said.
- No,
I don't think that's true.
- Wait, has Leighton seen this?
- No, she's made it very clear
she does not follow me
on social media.
- Me too.
- Same.
- And please don't tell her.
She gets mad at me
when I touch her sweaters,
let alone her brother.
- So are you gonna reply
to him?
- I thought I'd write back
something cute.
Like, I could say,
"That comment tho."
- Stop. No. That's bad.
Here's what you do.
Send him a picture,
something tasteful
like pulling the top
of your shirt way down
with your middle finger--
- Bela, too much.
- Oh, my God,
he just deleted it.
- Wait, what?
- What the f*ck?
- He deleted the comment.
It's gone.
Is this bad?
Like, maybe he decided
he doesn't like
"that dress tho"?
- I mean, it doesn't seem good.
- Hold up.
Nico deleting the comment
is a good thing.
It means that not only was
he into your picture--
wink, wink--
but he thought about it enough
to actually come back
to it again later.
He's basically obsessed
with you.
- Wow, Bela may actually
have a point.
- Mm-hmm.
- You know what? No.
I will not drive myself crazy
waiting on
some man's attention.
I refuse to overthink this.
Mm-hmm.
- Ugh.
- Well?
- It's a coupon for Panera.
- ♪ First thing first,
I'm a winner ♪
♪ You ain't even competition ♪
♪'Cause my land
ain't for beginners ♪
♪ Only getting better when my
head is getting bitter ♪
♪ Yes, I gotta keep it moving
'cause I never... ♪
- I know we're collecting
these clothes
for people who need them,
but, really, haven't they been
through enough?
- But these clothes are to help
get people off the streets,
not into Dean & DeLuca
for brunch.
- Oh, my God, do you think
that's a brunch place?
- Hey, Leight, um, a bunch of
us are going
to a drag queen trivia tonight,
if you wanna join.
- Yeah, the winning team gets
a free eyebrow shaping
and a photo with Vermont's
best drag queen, Miranda Penis.
- I actually have plans
tonight.
Theta's throwing one of their
biggest parties of the year,
the Theta-lympics.
What? Why are you all so quiet?
Did I accidentally say
something triggering again?
- Hey, I get that
your brother is in Theta,
but frats can be extremely
sexist, toxic nightmares.
I mean,
we have been campaigning
to abolish Greek life
for over a year now.
- Okay, look,
I know frats get a bad rap,
all right, but Theta actually
does a lot of good.
They just finished a
construction project in Mexico.
- Yeah, on the Señor Frog's
that they b*rned down.
- Okay, fine,
maybe they're not perfect.
But have any of you even been
to a frat party?
Hmm?
- I chained myself to
a tree outside one once.
- So we're making
a judgmental assumption?
- You're right.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, I mean,
we shouldn't be judging Theta
until we go
to one of their parties.
- Mm-hmm.
- So maybe we should all go
tonight.
- No!
Oh, no, no, come on.
I mean, you guys have your
super fun drag queen thing.
- No, no, no, no,
let's give Theta a chance
to prove us wrong.
Send me that invite.
- I can.
Just FYI,
they did photoshop a boob
into the Theta logo.
- And we're off
to a great start.
♪ ♪
- I have the coolest f*cking
plans tonight.
"The Catullan" editors
are throwing
a wine and cheese soirée.
- Yeah,
that doesn't sound cool.
But, hey,
things must be going well
if they invited you over.
- Oh, no,
they didn't invite me.
I overheard them invite
someone else,
so I got all the deets
I need to crash it.
- Do we need to say something,
or do we just let her
do this craziness?
I'm still learning
your dynamic.
- Hey, I need facetime
with these dudes
however I can get it.
I want them to respect me,
and this is a hell of a lot
easier than growing a d*ck.
You know?
Hey, Hayden, sick tracksuit.
You get that
at the Essex bookstore?
- Pfft, nah,
it was team issued.
Drip-drip, right?
- Team-issued, like, for free?
We didn't get those, did we?
- Nah.
The guys' team always gets
more sh*t than we do.
- Yeah, I don't know,
these were just waiting
for us in our lockers
after our last game.
- Which you lost. Badly.
- I mean, did we really lose
if we had fun?
- Hmm.
- And, yes, we lost 7-1.
- Are you kidding me?
- Welcome to the world of being
a female college athlete.
I try to ignore it
so I don't go insane,
but you should have seen me
last year when I first saw
how much nicer their
locker rooms are than ours.
- How much nicer is it?
- Exactly.
I looked just like that.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Canaan.
- Hey.
- You're kinda like
my only male friend so far,
can I ask--
- Nope.
I see where this is heading,
and I do not do dating advice.
- Oh, my God, no.
This is so not about dating.
But it is about a boy I like.
- Okay.
- Okay, when you're flirting
with a girl,
do you ever comment
on her Instagram
and then delete
said comment later?
- Wait, what?
- See, I told you.
You're dealing
with a sociopath.
A hot sociopath.
But honestly, most are hot.
- Look, Kimberly, I don't have
time for this conversation.
And neither do you.
These Econ problem set
is due at midnight,
and it's crazy hard.
Focus on that.
- Okay, I just can't tell
if he likes me or not.
- Hmm.
- Look,
if he left a nice comment,
he probably meant it.
Either that, or he's a fuckboy.
- So what do I do?
- You should do
your Econ homework.
- Look, if you want to know
if Nico's into you,
test it.
Post a story and see
if he checks it right away.
If he does, that means
you're really high up
in his algorithm,
and algorithms, they don't lie.
- Oh, my God, you're a genius!
- I know.
- Okay, so what should I put
in my story?
Like a topical TikTok dance,
or--
I can do
a SpongeBob impression.
- Okay.
- You should not have custody
of your phone.
- ♪ Hit the mall and our
fashion fits our flesh ♪
♪ Hit the club and I'll... ♪
- Hey, my for-some-reason
shirtless brother.
- Oh, I'd make up a reason
for why my shirt is off,
but, honestly, it's because
I know I look good without it.
What's up?
- I need to bring some other
girls with me tonight?
- Dope. Other Kappa hopefuls?
- No, they're from the, um,
the Women's Center.
- Oh. Less dope.
Uh.
Doesn't the Women's Center,
like, hate the frats
and what to shut us down?
- Yes.
But everything
they know about frats is
from the Kavanaugh hearings.
All right, so just let them in,
and they'll see
it's not as bad as they think.
- Leight, you don't understand.
Theta is already on thin ice
with the administration,
and one more complaint
could get us shut down.
- They are not going
to shut you down.
- Tell that to Sigma Chi.
They used to be down the block,
and now their building is
an Amazon fulfillment center.
Look, Leight, please.
Just do us both a favor
and convince them not to come.
So upon some reflection,
I think we should all go
to your drag thing.
- Uh, sorry, Leight,
a deals a deal.
We're going to Theta.
- But if you want
to support Miranda Penis,
you can Venmo her tips.
It's @CharlesSmith78.
- Dude,
these sombreros are awesome.
- Is anyone in our delegation
a Women Studies major?
- f*ck no.
- Minor?
- Get out of here
with that crap.
- No?
sh*t.
- This is Whitney Chase,
starting forward
for the Essex
Women's soccer team,
and I am documenting
the disparity
between male and female
student athletes.
Now, I have been told
that the men's locker room is
significantly nicer
than the women's.
And, honestly, I--
Oh, you gotta be
f*cking kidding me.
This is insane.
Wood-paneled lockers?
And next up,
the Essex fox mascot uniform
to cheer them on
while they dry their balls.
And let's see
what else they've got--
- What the f*ck?
- Oh, sh*t.
Sorry.
- What the hell were
you thinking?
- I was spotlighting injustice
so I could go public
with the footage
and get it fixed.
- Right, 'cause news outlets
regularly share videos
of floppy 18-year-old penises.
Do you know how much trouble
you could have gotten into?
You're lucky I convinced
Coach Jim to let this go.
- So that's your plan?
Just look away
and condone a system
where we get treated worse?
- Chase, I am a 54-year-old
lesbian soccer coach.
You don't need to tell me how
hard it is for female athletes.
Okay, and no,
that's not all I'm doing.
I'm also benching you
for two games.
- What! That is so unfair.
- You can go.
- ♪ I like it better
when you hold me ♪
♪ Don't act
like you don't know me ♪
- Okay, so how soon
after you posted the story
did Nico look at it?
- Two minutes.
- Damn, girl, my stalker
doesn't even check
my stories that fast.
And he served time.
Nico's into you.
- Okay, and then he invited
you to the Theta party?
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, yeah.
That's a sex invite.
Shower good.
- No, you're crazy.
- Kimberly, there is no other
way to interpret it.
Go for it, seize the d*ck.
- Okay, but then I replied
with a GIF
of a baby running real fast
saying, "I'm coming."
And he replied "JK,"
and then, "Whoops, that was
meant for someone else."
- And that was it?
Hmm.
Maybe I should just stay in
and do my Econ.
I have to upload it
by midnight sharp
or I get a zero.
- Or you should go tonight,
let him flirt
like this in person,
and see if something happens.
- I agree with Jocelyn.
And I say that as someone
with extremely high
social intelligence.
All right, I'm gonna go crash
a cheese party
I wasn't invited to.
Seize the d*ck.
Seize the d*ck.
- Hey!
- Seize the d*ck, seize the
d*ck.
Seize the d*ck, seize the d*ck.
♪ ♪
- Bela,
what are you doing here?
- Uh, duh,
I'm here for the cheese thing.
You goof.
- Uh, hey, Coach Woods,
you wanted to see me?
- Take a seat.
- Dalton, let's go!
- Dalton?
- Okay, what is happening?
You mom has asked
for a meeting.
So thanks for making
a two-game suspension
a national security issue.
- What?
Coach, I swear
I didn't ask her to do this.
I mean, I only--
- Hello.
- Mom, what the hell?
- I'm reaching out
to your coach
because I would like
for her to explain
why my daughter called me,
all upset,
to tell me
she had been benched
for standing up
against discrimination.
- And we welcome
that opportunity.
But we do have rules.
- Senator, I assure you,
we love your daughter.
Like, all of us do. We all do.
Coach Woods included
even more so than I.
- Oh, my God.
- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Uh, Dalton, assistant coach.
- Coach Woods, can you
turn the screen slightly
to frame him out?
- Oh, yeah.
- Now,
as you probably can expect,
I cannot sit back
and allow my daughter
to be mistreated.
I'm not saying
I want to go to the dean
about a leadership change--
- Mom, stop it!
- Senator Chase,
I am willing to overturn
my previous decision.
But, uh, I hope you understand
why I took this so seriously.
Your daughter filmed naked boys
without their permission.
- Wait, I'm--I'm sorry, what?
- Well, she's lucky
the 17-year-old goalie
stayed in the sauna
since that would legally be
the creation
of child p*rn.
- Could you angle me
towards my daughter?
- Oh, yeah, you bet.
- Nudes of a minor?
Jesus, Whitney,
we're not the Kennedys.
- Mom, I'm sorry, I just wanted
to make things right.
- You and I will talk
about this later.
Yeah.
Thanks again, Gertrude.
Appreciate your time.
Girl, I love that blouse.
- Hey, what are you guys
talking about over here?
How cool this guy's hair is?
- Hmm?
- We were discussing Franzen.
- Ugh, Franzen sucks.
My parents used to keep
this box of white Zinfandel
in their fridge.
One time,
I drank it all and barfed
in my cat's litter box.
Do you mean Franzia?
The boxed wine?
- No, no,
I was obviously joking, guys.
- Uh, but hey, I'm gonna get
that, uh, cheese platter
somebody brought
and eat something
off of it.
- So which person here do you
find the most insufferable?
I'm going with the girl
who's mentioned
studying abroad in Syria,
like, nine times.
Oh, by the way,
I thought that last piece
you wrote was great.
The one about all the people
your immigrant dad
keeps confusing
with Jennifer Garner?
- Cool, thank you so much.
I'm glad you liked it.
I can say it comes
from a real place.
My immigrant dad confuses a lot
of people with Jennifer Garner.
- Well,
I wrote some notes on it,
if you're interested.
- Oh, my God.
That would be great.
- We tossed all the sombreros,
kimonos, and fake afros.
We tried to get rid
of any and all triggers.
- Yeah, yeah, I mean,
it looks good.
I can't imagine
the Women's Center crew
being offended by any of this.
- Leighton, hi.
May we enter?
Where is everybody?
Does the party not begin
at 8 o'clock?
- It's 8:05,
that's an insane time to arrive
for an 8 o'clock party.
- Uh, can I take your coat?
- I will keep it on
and buttoned, thank you.
- Great, yeah,
whatever makes you comfortable.
- I made you a bread.
- Oh, that's--wow,
it's so heavy.
Cool. Uh, please.
Let me show you around.
- Nico, what a lovely
craftsman home you have.
- ♪ For life ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Take my hand ♪
- So tonight is gonna be
a shitshow, isn't it?
- Heh, oh, yeah.
Um, do you want a drink?
- Oh, I already started
in the driveway.
But yeah,
let's continue drinking.
Please.
- Ginger, is that a bodycam?
- What? No, no.
This is a normal broach.
- Yeah, I think if you make
a few of these cuts,
it'll be great.
You should totally include this
in your final writing
submission.
- Really?
Cool, thank you so much.
Should we go back out there?
- Hey, before we go,
I want to show you
this funny video I saw.
- Sure.
After yours, I have one too.
It's a lady who falls
with a milkshake.
- Theta-lympics are
a celebration
of competition and pageantry.
Uh, specifically,
drinking competition
and drinking pageantry.
- Okay.
- But note that we take every
possible precaution.
Drinks are poured
by licensed bartenders.
And two brothers
have been designated
as sober problem-solvers.
- You can calm down.
Look, I know that you think
I'm some, like,
big, scary lesbian protester--
- Whoa!
- Coming to get you.
- I did not know
that you are a lesbian.
It would be rude
if I'd assumed that.
- Nico, less.
- Hey, so, I'm just here
to have a good time.
Now, would you please hold
my feet for a keg stand?
- Only if you hold mine
afterwards.
Equality.
- Oh, my God.
- Okay, cool.
Needs more ice.
- Uh, actually,
I am gonna go make sure
that Ginger has her
gluten-free beer.
Check on her.
- But really, I'm here for me.
Not for him.
I don't even care if I see him.
- Okay, good.
- Yeah, tonight's a "me" night.
- Mm.
- But in the event
that I do see him,
should I mention him deleting
the Instagram comment?
- Hi,
what's going on over here?
Actually, I don't care.
I'm just trying
to avoid someone, so.
- Damn, okay.
- Hey, there she is.
- Hey.
- How was
the wine and cheese thing?
- It was fine.
- That's it?
- Yeah, what?
What's wrong?
- You're acting weird.
- Yeah, your vibes are way off.
- Yeah, um, something sort of
weird actually did happen.
One of "The Catullan" editors
was giving me notes on a piece,
and then he put on a p*rn.
- What? Why did he do that?
- Were you hooking up with him?
- No, we were just talking,
and then he put it on.
- So like a predator does.
- No, not like a predator.
- It was friendly.
He said he just wanted
to show me a funny video.
- And the funny video was p*rn?
- Bela, I don't like this.
- Was the p*rn
even funny though?
- That's the thing,
I couldn't figure out
what the funny part was,
but I must have missed
something.
It's fine.
- Well, do you remember
what it was called?
- Maybe he thought it was funny
that they kept their socks on?
- No, I don't think so.
- Is it funny that his balls
are a different color
than his penis?
- Was he laughing
while you were watching?
- No,
he was just staring at it
and, like, breathed heavy.
We didn't even make eye contact
until it ended.
- Yeah, hey, final decision.
This guy is weird as f*ck.
- Yeah, I agree.
You should avoid him.
- Okay, if this was Eric,
that would be one thing,
but this is Ryan.
He's the nice one.
- Hey!
No watching p*rn tonight!
We are on our best behavior.
- Okay, all right,
this is gonna be okay.
But listen,
I'm gonna need you to sweep
like you've never swept before.
- Yo,
I am the king of sweeping.
Hit it.
- Go. Okay, go! Go, sweep!
Sweep! Oh!
- What!
- f*ck yes! Yes.
- Looks like Nico's got himself
a new Barbie doll.
- Her?
Girl, what the hell did
your Barbie dolls look like?
- Great job, Nico!
- Hey!
- Hey!
- Thanks, man.
- Did he just call you "man"?
- Maybe he said "ma'am."
- That's not better.
- Hey!
- Hey! Thank you!
- All right,
I'm gonna get you later.
- All right, sounds good.
- Oh.
- Oof.
- What the hell, I just--
- Oh.
- Of course it's you.
- Oh, take it easy.
What are you gonna do?
Grab some more pics of my d*ck
for your personal collection?
- That's not what I was doing.
- Okay.
- Look, do you think it's fair
that a men's soccer team
with a losing record gets
tons of swag
while a women's team with
a winning record gets nothing?
- Okay,
I think that we get sh*t
because people actually come
to our games.
And people prefer men's sports
because we're better
natural athletes.
We're stronger, we're faster,
and we have bigger muscles.
Was that too real
of an answer for you?
- You really think
you're faster than me?
- Yeah, mm-hmm.
- Prove it.
♪ ♪
- Um, why are there so many
sombreros in that dumpster?
- I think when they heard
we were coming,
they ditched some of the more
problematic elements
of this party,
and by problematic,
I do mean deeply,
deeply r*cist.
- We?
- Huh?
- You just said, "When
they heard we were coming."
What, are--are you
one of us now?
- Oh, a Women's Center person?
Um, are you insane?
I would sooner do improv.
- Oh, God, we're that bad?
- Yeah, you're right,
I crossed a line.
Ooh.
oh, oh, yeah...
- Dude, can you please not take
a piss right next to us?
I mean, I came here to drink,
not see the side of your d*ck.
- Whatever.
- assh*le.
- If you don't like it,
leave, you d*ke.
- What the f*ck
did you just call me?
- f*ck off.
- Take that, m*therf*cker.
Yes, this d*ke is kicking
your f*cking ass!
- Alicia! Alicia! Alicia, stop!
- Get off of me.
- What the hell?
- Who's side are you on,
anyway?
- Did you see that?
- Wait, Alicia. Wait up.
Alicia. Alicia, stop.
- Why?
So that you can get mad
at me for defending myself
against that f*cking d*ck?
- No, I just didn't want
to see you get hurt.
Okay,
that guy could have k*lled you.
I know you think you're tough,
but you are f*cking
5 feet tall.
- I am 5'2"!
- Okay, I am so, so sorry that
that happened.
Okay, and I'm so sorry
that I brought you here.
I--I swear to God,
I've never seen these guys
do anything like that before.
- Yeah, of course you haven't.
Because they don't treat you
like they treat me.
I'm just this q*eer girl
that they can't f*ck.
But you, you're this pretty,
blonde, straight girl
who they actually think is
worthy of respect.
- That--that's not true.
- Yes, it is.
- No.
No--no, I mean, what--
what you said about me.
You're wrong.
- What part am I wrong about?
♪ ♪
- Whoa, I was,
like, really wrong about you.
- Shut up.
♪ ♪
Let's go, let's go.
All right, all right.
First one to a mile
permanently proves
which gender is superior.
Three, two, one, go!
- See me all day, baby.
- I got you.
- Okay.
- Yeah, okay.
- Hey, Kimberly, wait up.
Hey.
- Hey.
- I feel terrible.
Like, I invited you,
I got busy,
and I barely saw you.
- Oh, I didn't even notice.
I was just hanging out
with so many friends.
- Right.
- But I have to get going.
Homework.
- Oh.
Do you want me to walk you?
- Yeah, you can do that.
Sure.
- Give it up for feminism!
- Yeah!
- I'm close!
- You're gonna win!
- No, no, no, no, no!
- Yeah! That's right!
Yeah, that's right!
I guess men are faster
than women after all.
Whoa!
sh*t.
- Nevertheless, she persisted!
♪ ♪
- So was the Theta-lympics
everything you hoped for?
- Yeah.
I mean, no one spilled
a beer on me,
so it was easily my favorite
Theta party yet.
Hey,
did you leave a comment on my
Instagram and then delete it?
- Yes.
I didn't want anyone reading it
and getting the wrong idea.
- The wrong idea like what?
You're my sister's roommate,
and I'm tutoring you,
and I shouldn't be saying
you look, uh...
You know.
♪ ♪
I should get back.
- Thanks for walking me home.
- No problem.
- ♪ Disappear ♪
♪ ♪
♪ There's all my tears ♪
- Oh, sh*t.
- ♪ I've cried them all out ♪
♪ ♪
f*ck.
- f*ck.
- ♪ Never let go
of the grave ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Never even once said ♪
♪ Explain ourselves ♪
- Are you seriously leaving
right now?
- No, it's just late.
That's all.
- Look, I get it.
I always used to rush away
after sex too.
Instead, you know, maybe you
could just come sit down.
We could order some Postmates,
maybe watch some
"Indian Matchmaker."
- Okay.
Okay, I will stay
for one to six episodes.
- Okay.
- ♪ Let it all go ♪
- Um, could I borrow
your Netflix login?
- Are you serious?
Did you get hurt?
- I'm fine.
You should see the treadmill.
My chin definitely dented it.
- Whit, we need to talk.
We can't do this anymore.
- Are you breaking up with me?
- It's my fault.
This whole thing was wrong.
And it was inappropriate for
me to ever go along with it.
- "Go along with it"?
- Look, we just need to end it.
- I don't--I don't understand.
Wait, is this because
of the--the call with my mom?
- Whit, if she ever found out
we're together,
I'd be done. You know it.
She would have me so cancelled.
It would be this big story, and
no school would ever hire me.
- Wait, so--so what now?
We just go on pretending
everything's normal,
and you go home
to your f*cking wife
and hope she forgives you
and takes you back?
- I never actually told her.
- You shouldn't
tell anyone, either.
We both have a lot to lose.
- What the f*ck?
- ♪ It's oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's stopped by a look ♪
♪ And it doesn't take much
to be misunderstood ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Freed by a sound ♪
♪ Falling up the water
of the roll of the rocks ♪
♪ It's not that I don't mind ♪
♪ It's just I need
a little time ♪
♪ It's not that I don't mind ♪
♪ It's just I need
a little time ♪
♪ And stop for a minute ♪
♪ I don't care who's in it ♪
♪ Your head chose ♪
♪ And your heart knows ♪
♪ There's a lot of leaves
in the sky ♪
♪ Believe in your own shine ♪
♪ Should say so, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ It's ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ ♪
- Go to bed.
01x05 - That Comment Tho
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Four roommates navigate their new freedom on the prestigious campus of Essex College.
Four roommates navigate their new freedom on the prestigious campus of Essex College.