Me? Nothing. See, I’m the one
whose ass he kicked. But, uh, I’ll tell you
one thing, though. I don’t think he’s gonna have a problem
shitting in school anymore. Slipped a little something
into his mochaccino. Oh, God! Oh! Oh! [Panting] Jesus. Right this way,
sir. Oh, God.
[Farting] [Farting] [Farting] – [Girls Laughing]
– Oh, no. It’s gonna be fun. [Girl #2] You know it’s just gonna be
some crappy band and stupid decorations. [Girl #1] You’re just saying
that because prom’s a week away
and you don’t have a date. [Girl #2] No, no, no.
I don’t want a date. – Finch is goin’ stag and… so am I.
– [Groaning] God, he’s like so…
refined. – [Groans]
– You think that
older woman thing is true? Yeah, it’s true.
It was Stifler’s mom. [Farting] – [Continues Farting]
– Joanie, was that you? – Oh!
– Can’t hold it. Oh!
[Loud Farting] [Groaning] Eww! [Groaning] [Whistling] [Laughter] – Yeah!
– [Laughter Continues] [Vicky] Kev?
I think we’ve come… – a really long way since homecoming.
– Yeah, we have. Maybe it’s time…