Awkward. (2011–2016): Season 4, Episode 1 - No Woman Is an Island - full transcript

Last season on Awkward...

In the course of a relationship,

if things didn't evolve,
they threatened to go extinct.

I'm worried this Collin thing

might be more than just a fantasy.

Everyone's talking about
how your parents are broke.

- Aah!
- (THUD)

You have to have a guardian over 18.

- Do you want her?
- Yes!

Sold! Sadie's your new baby.

I loved being president,
and you ruined that for me.



End it with Collin or tell Matty.

ALL: Surprise!

- You breaking up with me?
- I'm so, so sorry, Matty.

- I'm so sorry.
- We weren't taking sides,

but we are now. And we are not on yours.

I'm sorry, J. You're suspended.

I ruined friendships because of you.

- It is all on you, Jenna.
- I had hit rock bottom.

- I wanted my life back.
- Matty, this my friend Bailey.

I just wanted to make sure

that you were cool with me asking Bailey.

How 'bout you guys have this dance?

Didn't know we were still open.

And I didn't know we were closed.



I wanna be that girl who
doesn't need a boy to be happy,

because I'll know how
to dance all on my own.

Deciding who I wanted
to be was so liberating,

so empowering.

Men, sensing my inner strength,

flocked to me. Moths to my flame.

When I decided I didn't need men,

they all decided they needed me.

They craved every thought in my head

and every inch of my body.

(SULTRY MUSIC)

He worked his way down my torso,

and when he got to my center of need,

it felt so good. Oh, so good.

(MOANS)

It's senior year! Get it!

- Oh, she got it.
- Oh.

Ohh! Oh, over-squirted. Sticky fingers.

- Did you wash your hands?
- Lacey!

- Mom!
- Get over it, you two.

Everyone masturbates.

It's not like I haven't caught you

rubbing one out at your laptop, mister.

Uh... so, Jenna,

senior year, huh? Seniors rule the roost.

You're gonna have so much fun this year.

It was such a blast.

Well, until my morning sickness.

Honey, a hoodie?

- Aren't senior pictures today?
- This is how I always look.

It's not really a look. How about earrings?

A little makeup, a colorful top...

you'll stand out a little more.

- I don't want to stand out.
- But it's senior year.

Are you depressed about being single?

No. I like being single.

- I'm getting to know myself again.
- Yeah. We saw, honey.

Hey, better beat around your own bush

than get into boy trouble, hmm?

Okay, I'm off to Home Depot,

gonna get a lock for that door.

Let me take you shopping
for some cute clothes.

Our last back-to-school shopping ever.

Some cute jammies for senior sleepovers,

something peppy for homecoming,

prom...

Mom. It's the first day
of school. Pace yourself.

Come on.

- Just a quick trip to the mall after school.
- Okay, fine.

Only if you let go

of your complete makeover agenda.

Done.

I'd come a long way from sophomore year.

From being random suicide girl

who hooked up with Matty Mckibben,

but ended up dating Jake Rosati,

to random suicide girl

who stupidly cheated on Matty mckibben

with an epic douchebag, to, well...

Just a random girl again.

It was a refreshing start
to a new stigma-free year.

Hey, Hamiltoe!

Heard you were caught pearl fishing

in your red lobster this morning.

Did I really need to tell my mother

not to tell her friends
about my tender buttoning?

How embarrassing.

Must make you want to kill yourself.

Better luck this time.

(POP MUSIC BLASTS ON RADIO)

- Nice wheels.
- Your tweeting must really be paying off.

Better than your twatting.

FYI, you're looking a little brassy.

Probably best not to buy your blonde

at the 99 cent store.

Although if you embrace it
and get matching tramp stamps

and implants, you'll be all set

for your lucrative post-high school career

hanging from poles at the spearmint rhino.

You're welcome.

(SIGHS)
Wow. The biatch really is back.

- She's so snatchy.
- BOTH: Love her.

Already I was feeling

the core emotional drama of senior year...

the sadness of doing something
for the last time ever

mixed with the thrill of knowing

you'll never have to do
any of this (BLEEP) again.

Being the be-woc... big woman on campus...

has me in manic-panic multitask mode.

As class president, I am responsible

for the senior sleepover,
which is just two nights away.

It is a hugely B.B.F.D.!

Then there's pep rally, spirit week,

plus I have to crank up
my GPAS, retake my S.A.T.S.,

my S.A.T.S. is, three more aps...

even for a quant, that is a lot to digest.

My info-overload is
inching toward info-besity.

Well, good morning to you too.

Theo, Cole. Are you getting this?

This magic moment will
never, ever happen again.

"Magic"? What magic?

This crowd's a cheesy slice of basic

dripping onto the floor of
some pizza parlor in Tustin.

It's like mall of America on the beach.

Who wants to remember
any of this sick (BLEEP)?

It's like someone threw up

the cast of Glee on our bleachers.

- BOTH: It's sick!
- Okay, enough!

I didn't recruit you guys to
film the Blair Bitch Project.

Now get to work, or I will strap you down

and make you watch it gets better videos

until you bleed empathy.

- Why do you put up with those guys?
- Because they're good.

Their last short film, Being Gay is Gay

actually made it into festivals.

Dealing with talent is a nightmare.

Ugh. Still not used to this Jake-over.

- So not loving it.
- Really? I kind of do.

It's complicated. Kind of hot.

Ugh.

Jake! Would you please be so kind

as to put the guitar
away for the class photo,

which it is my presidential duty

to remind you, is not an album cover.

Oh, looks like someone put on
her bossy pants this morning.

- (LAUGHS)
- Okay, everybody needs to sit!

Come on! Come on!

Are you walking through molasses, people?

Move your feet! You're down there.

I hadn't seen Matty all summer.

So seeing him today, I felt...

Like what I felt didn't matter anymore.

I had my chance with
Matty, and I had blown it.

It was time to be an adult
and deal with the present.

Matty had moved on. He was spoken for.

End of story.

- Hi.
- Hey. How was your summer?

Um...

Soccer camp was very intense.

Yeah. But good.

I kind of missed regular camp though.

- You know, seeing you there...
- Okay!

Enough chitchat.

Time to get this moment frozen forever.

Okay.

I can't believe Ming's gone.

- It was so sudden.
- I know. It sucks.

Will we ever recover from
the end of the ming dynasty?

So many epic changes
over one short summer...

That it was reassuring to see some things

- hadn't changed at all.
- You've changed people.

The old Lissa would never,
ever miss senior picture.

I can't help it. We're trying to get home.

Africa is, like, really far away.

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

- What's that noise?
- There are two kinds of guerrillas here...

the ones that like bananas

and the ones that carry machetes.

But it's all been so worth it,

bringing the lord to...

Oh, no, they're coming!

- Who?
- The guerrillas!

- (SCREAMS)
- Just throw them a banana.

You better be back in time for cheer!

I need your vote for captain!

And fix your hair if you
want to be in the picture.

(ROCK MUSIC)

♪ Pie with the maker's head ♪

♪ The educated sin ♪

♪ Oh my God, I wanna be your friend ♪

♪ Wanna be your friend ♪

- Who are you?
- Oh, hey. How's it going? I'm Eva.

- Who are you?
- I'm, uh... just... Valerie Marks.

Girl friday/your new bff.

- Do I know you from somewhere?
- I don't know, do you?

I'm the new girl and I'm
starting my senior year,

and I will take as many
friends as I can get.

Maybe we'll have class together.

(GASPS)
Oh.

Sweet thing, no, no, I'm on the faculty.

Oh, okay.

- You just seem so young.
- No. I know, I know.

It's why I relate so
well with all the kids.

- Ooh, come sit with me.
- Okay.

(CELL PHONES CHIMING AND RINGING)

Omfg, can we all please focus?

This forever is going to be a never

if we don't get this together!

Class rankings? How did this get out?

This wiki-leaking is going to

'cause serious wiki-tweaking.

(GASPS)

I'm 17! Oh, thank God.

Tufts and Brandeis are
totally in my ballpark!

Or maybe I'll reach for U. Penn.

Or Princeton or... wait.

- Jenna, where are you?
- Sadie's number three. Yuck.

- Jake's 19.
- I wish our closeness in rank

carried over into our relationship.

Oh, look. There's Fred. Not bad.

And Matty... whoa!

He is way higher than I thought.

Check it out, Jenna.

Okay, but where am I? Why am I not on here?

Maybe you're on the next page.

Or the next one.

- Oh, my God.
- It's not that bad.

T, I'm 137!

Now smile.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Not a pretty picture.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were pulling my leg.

I guess it's involuntary muscle twitching.

- Say it again.
- College?

Huh... Oh, Jenna.

Do you really think that you have

a chance at getting into college

with your low class rank?

With your 139?

- 137.
- Oh, excuse me.

- Let's get M.I.T. on the phone.
- Aren't you supposed to be helping?

Whoa, I am, J. It's called tough love,

and I'm one tough lover.

Okay, let's start with your complete lack

of participation in just about everything,

and your embarrassing S.A.T. score?

Though, in your defense, you were stoned.

It was just one bad semester.

Okay, I don't know who our wikileaker is.

I will hunt him down

and smoke him out of his foxhole,

but I actually think
he... or she, or zhe...

I'm trying out some gender
neutral pronouns this year.

Anyway, I think they
may have done you a favor

by giving you a reality check.

I mean, even ming got her act together,

going off to Arizona to boarding school,

so she can get into a decent college.

It's in Vermont.

(WHISPERS)
I heard Iowa.

Maybe they relocated her.

- Who?
- (WHISPERS) The Asian mafia.

All we got was a letter
from her parents and this.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Jenna.

Let's talk about your brand.

- My brand?
- It's your only shot

at piquing a college's interest.

I know what my brand is...

empathetic hipster with deep thoughts

and distractingly sexy legs
who spoons out so much sugar

no one notices me mainlining the medicine.

But what's "Jenna Hamilton"?

Hmm? What makes her so special?

- I have no idea.
- Oh, well.

You can always repeat your junior year.

- What?
- And apply yourself this time.

And refrain from having
another psychotic breakdown

and knifing people who
care for you in the heart...

that would be me, in case you need a clue.

How many times do I have to apologize?

Will you ever forgive me?

Of course, Jenna. I'm a masochist.

Anyway, another year would
improve your academic standing,

and we would have fun together.

I think I'll just go
forward with my senior year.

Then have I got a to-do list for you...

retake your SATS,

finish your two incompletes,

go out for a sport, join some clubs,

build your résumé, define your brand,

and drop to the floor and give me ten.

You want me to do push-ups for college?

No, strictly for my entertainment.

You got me fired. You
think I don't hold grudges?

I mean, I get that I messed up last year...

but all this stuff I have
to do to pad my résumé?

- Where do I start?
- You should join cheer squad.

- Are you joking?
- We need an equipment manager.

Wrangle a few pom-poms,

you got your first extracurric on your app.

- Thanks, but no thanks.
- You're 137.

And I need an ally on the
team to buffer me from Sadie.

And by the way, wtf was she talking about?

Your parents caught you
tiptoeing through the tulips?

Why is everyone making such a big deal

out of something that everyone does?

- Not everyone.
- Oh, please.

Jake satisfies all my sexual needs.

Oh, how nice for you.

Though I am curious.

When you... do... you know?

- Crack the code, T.
- Fine.

Do you have orgasms?

Why else would I do it?

So, like, normal big Os or bigger big Os?

I'm just curious how they compare to mine,

and what I've read on Wikipedia

and various and sundry sex blogs.

Tamara, have you ever had an orgasm?

- With Jake or in general?
- Either.

All the time. I'm pretty sure.

You'd know if you'd had one.

(DOOR SQUEAKING)

(WHISPERS)
It's all about the clit.

(JAKE PLAYING GUITAR)

(MUSIC)

Would you please stop?

I'm trying to concentrate.

What about a study break?

I've got a million things to do.

Oh, that's funny, 'cause I've
only got one thing on my mind.

(SIGHS)

♪ You don't have to speak ♪
♪ I already know the deal ♪

♪ You're faithful and ♪
♪ willing to do my will ♪

♪ If I ever need something, ♪
♪ you go and get it ♪

♪ If I got something new in ♪
♪ mind you're down with it ♪

(GRUNTS)
All done.

- That was great.
- Yeah, it was.

I need to be valedictorian.

Why not be happy with number three?

Because that's complacency,

and complacency leads
to stupidity and obesity.

And you're neither,

so maybe you could be a little complacent.

(SIGHS)

Would you be more relaxed?

I hate being relaxed!

God, you're such an idiot, it's irritating.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You guys about to screw?

Can you get out of my
room? We're doing homework.

I'm glad you're getting it regularly.

You're a little less of a beast.

Did she tell you about Jenna

rubbing one out this morning?

Little bitch had a little itch.

(LAUGHS)

If you give us some privacy,

I'll let you use the car later.

We have ten places to go before they close.

Mom, you said this wouldn't take long.

I've got a million things to do,

including college apps, a biology quiz

at the end of the week...
I am not good at biology.

You're putting too much
pressure on yourself.

You have to prioritize shopping.

Oh, sweetie, there's something here

I think you could use.

What could I possibly use? Oh, God!

Mom! No!

I don't need you micromanaging me.

This is my senior year.
You already had yours.

So please just let me have mine.

Okay, well, I'm just trying to help.

I don't need your help.

I don't need your tips
on how to do my hair,

what shoes to buy, how to dress,

and most certainly not how to masturbate.

Jenna.

Matty.

Let's pretend that you didn't hear
me just yell the word "masturbate,"

and that you're not
wearing floral board shorts

inside an indoor mall.

Deal. You do realize I'm working?

Oh. Right.

- When did you start?
- Last week.

It is the dumbest job
ever, but they recruited me.

Plus my parents have been
real a-holes since the divorce.

They keep hanging all
this money stuff over me,

so I figured I'd make my own money.

Granted, I hadn't seen him all summer,

but this seemed so un-Matty,

I didn't really know what to say.

- How's Bailey?
- She's fine.

I guess. I haven't seen
her in a few months.

I'm pretty sure she moved.

You and she...

That fizzled pretty fast after prom.

Oh, I thought you and her are...

I just wasn't really feeling it.

Is there, like, any
stuff on sale right now?

I have no clue.

They don't want me answering
questions about the merchandise.

So what is it you actually do here?

Ah, code red. Yeah, code red.

Okay, what was up with Matty
being single all summer?

And why was it bugging me so much?

Did Jake tell you Matty was single?

- No.
- It's weird.

I still think there's something between us.

Yeah, after last year's lamentable legacy

of deceit, double dealing, and damage,

you think he wants to come back
for another serving of that?

You need to get your house in order

before you think about
getting a man in your life.

Tell me about it.

May I?

- Please.
- Oh.

I am so done with men.

At least high school boys.

I don't
(BLEEP) where I eat.

A high school guy has a better chance

of winning the lottery than
he does finding your g-spot.

I can't believe you heard that.

Sorry, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop.

It's just kind of lonely
being the new girl,

and you guys seem like the
only interesting senior girls.

I mean, that big cheerleader over there

scares the crap out of me.

I don't like to judge,

and as class president

it is my obligation to
protect all of my constituents,

but she's a "see you next
Tuesday" seven days a week.

Well, I've been a victim of bullying,

and I can't really handle
any more emotional scarring.

- You were bullied?
- Well, people get jealous.

I'm sure you guys know what it's like.

Where are you from?

I just moved here from the city,

from New York to live with my dad.

So what happened with your man?

Oh, please. How many hours do you have?

It's complicated, but
I'm trying to stay away

from guy drama and focus on school.

Speaking of which, have
you seen the college apps?

I don't know where to start. I do.

Number one, take the cheer
equipment manager position.

And number two, learn how to schedule.

You need a separate calendar
for each class and activity.

And make sure you schedule
your free time, too.

So you have blocks of time for homework...

30 minutes is optimal.

For exercise I like 20 minutes,

and for sex with your
boyfriend, ten minutes tops...

She's intense.

There's no way I can get anything done

with every moment of my life scheduled.

- It's too overwhelming.
- I'll help you.

No, thanks. I'd rather do it on my own.

- Suit yourself.
- I just wanted to remind you

I expect your vote for cheer captain.

- Who else is running?
- It doesn't matter.

If you want to remain school president,

vote for me or I'll start
impeachment proceedings.

- Excuse me. On what grounds?
- I haven't decided yet.

Luckily, that won't be necessary

since you've decided to vote for me.

Hi, black-bullying.

That's your own little
lesson on how politics

work in the real world.

You're welcome.

There is no way I'm doing that cheer squad.

There are plenty of other clubs I can join.

("WAYS TO PHRASE A REJECTION" BY DROWNERS)

♪ I wish I'd known you ♪
♪ had other plans for me ♪

♪ On those Thursday ♪
♪ nights at sweet paradise ♪

♪ I waited patiently ♪

♪ But you were looking for ♪
♪ ways to phrase a rejection ♪

Desperate times called for
very desperate measures.

If the sex fiend's gonna
be handling the pom-poms,

I think regular dips in bleach and Valtrex

would be prudent.

Would ruin the poms.

- I meant for Jenna.
- All right, everyone.

It's time to elect cheer captain.

Now these ballots are
anonymous, so remember,

vote your conscience,

vote your heart, vote your soul.

Everyone just vote for me,

and let's get this over with, okay?

(PANTS)

I made it!

Yay!

- Where were you?
- Africa.

It was so neat.

We spread the word all
over the dark continent.

There's something really
nasty stuck in your hair.

My little brother spit up on the plane.

We adopted a little brother.

He was a heathen, and we totally saved him.

Yay!

Racing across the globe
to make cheer practice...

wow, that sets the school
spirit bar sky-high.

- Up where Jesus is.
- Mm-hmm.

Good work, Lissa.

Thanks. I'm humbled.

All right, everyone, write down

your pick for cheer captain.

Another for Lissa.

Good choice, Trina.

Wow, this is a tight race.

In fact, it's dead even.

Lissa doesn't even want
to be cheer captain.

Well, if I'm called to serve,

I guess I'd have no choice.

Jenna, the equipment girl,

may I have your ballot, please?

- I get a vote?
- No, you don't.

You're just the team's bitch-slave.

Actually, you do.

This is a democracy, and
bitch-slaves get to vote.

And the winner is...

Drum roll, please.

Jenna, there's a drum in there.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(PLAYING DRUM ROLL)

The winner is...

Lissa!

Lissa is your new cheer captain.

- Yay!
- Lissa!

You know what this is?

Treachery!

I blame you. And you.

And most especially you, you slunt!

This is the stupidest,

saddest, lamest cheer squad ever!

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

Yep, cheer was depressing,

and my school spirit was in a free fall.

I had a ton of work to
do, and the last thing

I wanted to deal with was senior sleepover.

Yay, senior sleepover!

You are gonna have so much fun.

Why aren't you in your
jammies? Where's your bag?

I'm really not feeling up to it.

I was okay with being single.

Just not at senior sleepover.

And not with Matty there.

Maybe because part of me

always thought we'd be going together.

Jenna, this is your one and
only senior sleepover ever.

You don't want to miss it.

Mine was so much fun.

In fact, it might have been
the night you were conceived.

I thought it was at the bonfire.

Romantic version, it could've
been anywhere, really.

The bonfire, the senior sleepover,

the dressing room at Contempo Casuals.

Your father couldn't
keep his hands off of me.

I was hot stuff. I'd kill to go back.

Well, why don't you just go in my place?

You wouldn't.

Oh, just watch me.

Movies, check. Refreshments, check.

Sprinklers off, check.
What am I forgetting?

- To relax.
- I can't be lax about anything!

I said, "relax."

What language are you speaking?

(OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Welcome
to senior sleepover.

We're here to have fun, but to do so

while following the rules.

Here are the rules...

- no alcohol.
- (ALL CHEERING)

No sex.

One person per sleeping bag.

No double bagging.

No tea bagging, no BJs,

no JBs, no JKs,

no KKs, no LOLs.

No nudity.

- No motorboating, no rowboating...
- (ALL CHEERING)

No water sports at all, whatsoever.

No dunking the biscuit,

flogging the bishop, or winding the wimple,

no reach-arounds, no lickety-splits,

no salad-tossing,

no snacking between meals.

And no warm watermelons.

Got it? Now get it!

(ALL CHEERING)

I don't get it!

I've never asked anything of you, Lissa.

So just resign, I'll be cheer captain,

and life will go on. I don't know, Sadie,

it seems wrong.

What's wrong is you taking something

that isn't yours.

But people voted for me.

I was called.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Hi. Lissa.

It's me calling you

to tell you to give the
(BLEEP) up.

Oh, ga...

Kyle!

Hand check!

(OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
No video games,

no hunger games,

no monkey business,

no "pin the tail on the donkey,"

and no plushies whatsoever.

♪ She is gorgeous, young, and sweet ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

Can I camp out with you guys?

I already took my muscle relaxers,

so I'll be out solid for, like, 12 hours.

- Sure.
- Hey.

I'm Eva. I'm the new girl.

I think we have the
same math class together.

Oh. Yeah. Wow. Math.

I'm Jake. And I'm Matty.

That's gotta be rough,
switching schools senior year.

Do you have any absinthe or melatonin?

I haven't slept on the ground
since my parents made us

spend that one summer
at an ashram in India.

Oh, yeah. Wow, India.

We smoked opium

and did yoga all day and
got really deep into tantra.

I've heard of that.

I'm telling you,

tantra is all you need to know

for mind-blowing sex.

Tantra will release the
fire-breathing dragon

in your vagina.

Okay!

Time for everyone's favorite

high school musical masterpieces,

from Grease to Hairspray!

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Pink Flamingos? WTF is Pink Flamingos?

This was supposed to be Hairspray!

It's just a different John Waters movie.

It's probably the same thing.

What you are about to see

- is a real thing.
- (CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

Well, this is different.

At least it's not a high school musical.

Or Twilight.

Do you remember you made me take you

- to see that?
- Okay.

Well, you made me sit through

all three Transformers movies.

"Oh, Bella!"

"Edward." "Bella."

Okay, I'm a hopeless romantic.

Well, don't be a hopeless one.

(MUSIC)

Oh!

(CROWD BOOING, SCREAMING)

Hey, watch the movie!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

What is this
(BLEEP) show

that is literally a
(BLEEP) show?

Oh, come on!

(CROWD BOOING)

Yo! Yo! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

I said movie magic, not movie tragic!

What happened to my sweet, romantic

teen high school musical comedies?

You need to take that
sick musical comedy fetish

of yours out back and
put a bullet in it's head.

These people need some real
John Waters in their lives.

You're going to give people nightmares!

BOTH: Ooh.

Well, at least their nightmares

will be interesting instead of some

sick high school musical trash!

Are those cannabis lollipops?

No drugs or alcohol allowed!

Are you trying to spoil this for everyone?

- We have prescriptions.
- We need it for the anxiety

you're giving us right now.

Put on something else.

Please.

BOTH: Basket case!

I'm not going to be threatened
by some adolescent punk

with a smoldering grudge,

unless you've grown something
else you want to cut off.

What's in the basket?

(SCREAMS)

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

- (LAUGHS)
- Horror is not my genre.

Then let's get out of here.

Come on.

- (SIGHS)
- What's wrong?

Everything.

Everything is wrong.

Do you know how much pressure I'm under?

Photo fiasco, filthy flicks,

college trapplications, cheer jeer...

all this tension is
building up and, no offense,

but the big "O" has been a big no-show

in the Jake and Tamara high school musical.

- Huh?
- Jake, how many times,

if you had to guess, do
you think we've had sex?

- A thousand?
- Close.

101. And out of those 101 times,

how many times have you had an orgasm?

101. Duh.

It's probably more like 125.

Sometimes I have a two-fer.

Why? How many have you had?

- Maybe half.
- So like 60?

Actually, half of 101 is actually 50.5,

how are we so close in class rank?

Anyway, no.

I haven't had 50.5 orgasms.

More like 50 half-gasms.

"Half-gasms"? Jesus, Tamara.

Just tell me what the problem is.

I don't know. I'm not a sex-pert.

Well, let's figure it out.

Awful lot of stuff going on up there.

A bucket-load of stars.

And we're just on this
tiny, spinning ball of Clay.

Kind of makes me feel like all this

college stuff I've been stressing about

isn't that earth-shattering.

The last time I checked,
the earth was still here.

Yep.

Still one big old chunk.

You like that?

No. It's porny.

How about that? Huh?

Oh, come on, baby, it's hot, right?

Tamara, you gotta tell me...

it's okay, just not the talking.

And will you ease up down there?

You're not touching
anything that has sensation.

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)

(OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
What was that?

It's no use! You're never gonna get me off!

(LAUGHTER)

Good morning, Palos Hills Seniors!

This is your life.

Time to put the shake up in your wake up

and make... it... happen!

Well, this is an embarrassment of glitches.

My secret shame-out is
now a public flame-out.

Relax, Tamara. No one knows it was you.

"Oh, Jake."
(GROANS)

I'll cut you, dude!

You need to let go of shame

and just get to know your own body.

Oh, no, I am not into tickling my fancy.

Well, if you don't know your own body,

then how do you expect some guy to?

Oh, you can catch.

Now show me if you can also fetch.

You should feel right at home in there.

My little brother's here.

Come and meet him. Come on.

Hi, mommy.

- Hi, baby.
- Where's your little brother?

Oh, he's in the backseat.
He's finishing his bottle.

(BRITISH ACCENT) This
water is so luxurious.

Lightly carbonated,

natural blackberry essence, electrolytes...

God truly has blessed America.

His name is Mugabo. But we call him Tyler.

You must be Sadie.

Lissa speaks so highly of you.

Okay, you're like 40.

(CHUCKLES)
Only 18.

We think of him as just two months

because that's when he met us,

was saved and born again... praise be.

What religion exactly were you saved from?

Worshipping fertility idols?

Fire walking?

Actually my family's
Catholic, but I did attend

the Anglican church when I
went to school in England.

And we are so happy to
have Tyler in our fold now.

I am very much looking forward

to a year in American high school.

- It's a dream come true.
- (GIGGLES)

While some dreams were coming true,

my life was a nightmare.

Even Lissa had it together...

a way higher class rank
than me, cheer captain,

and a very hot charitable endeavor.

I had to get with the program.

The first items on my to-do
list were pretty basic...

one, make to-do list.

Two, suck it up.

Three, focus. Number three was hard.

'Cause I kept thinking about how nice

it was sleeping on the grass next to Matty.

Numbers four, five, and six,
choose colleges to apply to,

fill out common application, write essay.

It was a lot easier to think about

how Matty smelled like
soap and sweat and...

what was number three again?

Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.

But it was too overwhelming.
It was too much.

It was... it was...

(GROANS)

- Oh, God, again!
- Oh, God, sweetheart!

I thought you were getting a lock!

I'm preparing for college!

Ah, so proud of you, sweetie.

And it looks like you got
your work cut out for you.

Hmm? Yeah.

Well, so far, I've only
filled out my address.

Next question is "what are you good at?"

How am I supposed to know that?

- You're good at lots of things.
- Like what?

Like tons of stuff. Like...

Uh...

You're good at...

Being interesting.

And you're a good writer.

'Cause you're funny and smart.

"Name something you hate and why?"

Answering stupid questions for colleges

I probably won't get into

because I was stoned taking the S.A.T.S"?

You can't use that, Jenna.

Were you really stoned

the day that you took the SATS?

Sadly, no.

Just come up with fun
and interesting answers

- for these essays.
- Yeah.

A little originality in your answers

will help you stand out from a bunch

of boring overachievers.

Your words are your opportunity

to show these colleges who you are...

and who they'd be missing out on

if they chose a smarter kid.

Hmm.

(LAID-BACK MUSIC)

♪ I'm not myself I'm so ♪

They say that the first
step in fixing a problem

is to admit you're powerless over it.

Or maybe that's just
with drugs and alcohol,

I don't know... but it
seemed right just the same.

I just had to do it.

And suddenly it just came spewing out,

line after line, paragraph after paragraph.

I'd have to change the
names, but I could do this.

I was succeeding.

Because, not to toot my own horn,

but I am sort of interesting.

And best of all, I was focused.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey.

Hey.

Hope this isn't weird.

(CHUCKLES)

Been a while since I've been at this door.

Yeah.

Should... should I go back
out and come to the front?

That'd be kind of weird
since you're already here.

Yeah.

Come in.

You can sit down or whatever.

- On the bed?
- Yeah.

Or the chair or something.

He chose the bed.

And I had a feeling my new-found focus

was about to go fuzzy.

But maybe that wasn't entirely a bad thing.

All writers need a muse.

Maybe a little Matty distraction action

would further fuel my new literary fire.

Perhaps it was time for
a little study break.

So...

Could you help me with my essays?

Huh?

These stupid college essays are so lame.

"What am I good at?"

(LAUGHS)
How am I supposed to know?

That's why you're here?

You want me to help you with your essays?

- You're a pretty decent writer.
- "Pretty decent"?

I suddenly had a zero tolerance
policy for distraction action.

You know, Matty, I've got my
own college essay questions

to answer, and my own
future to worry about,

because, in case you hadn't heard, I'm 137.

Okay.

Sorry I asked.

TC being... taking care of business...

meant waking up in my
clothes with a stiff neck

and feeling a little dejected

that Matty had come to me for help

with his essay and not for... well, me.

But at least I had gotten
something accomplished.

Baby steps.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(MUSIC)

Oh, crap.

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- Oh.

Oh, (BLEEP)
me. (SPITS)

(CHIMING CONTINUES)

I had a really productive night.

Jenna, I'm a little busy.

Why do you sound so uptight?

Because I have been up all night dealing

with student handbook
revisions because, apparently,

I'm the only elected
official in this school

who knows how to multitask,

not to mention the only cheerleader

who actually knows how to write a cheer,

and the only AFS member who knows

that a Brazilian exchange student

can't read a Spanish textbook.

Oh, and I'm the only girlfriend

who told a football field full of seniors

that her boyfriend, who
is barely speaking to her,

can't get her off!

That is why I'm so uptight!

You seriously need to chillax.

I don't know how!

(TOOTHBRUSH BUZZING)

♪ Wake up early in the morning ♪

♪ And I'm waiting for the sun to rise ♪

Oh. Hello.

I had me some cheery os for this morning.

♪ Whoa, oh-oh ♪

♪ Whoa, oh-oh, shine the light ♪

Hey.

You know, if you weren't being satisfied,

you could've just told me.

- I did.
- I meant

not over a loudspeaker.

Nobody knows it was us.

I so didn't need to hear

that your sex life is sex death.

Not surprised.

But still, keep that nastiness

to yourself, please.

Clearly Tamara's GPS-ing of her G-spot

wasn't enough to relieve
the ongoing tension.

Which left me wondering
if I'd been too harsh

with Matty last night.

Hey, I'm sorry about the way
I handled things last night.

I've just got a lot on my plate...

Yes, we all do. Jenna, it's cool.

I gotta get to class.

So was he blowing me off because he thought

I'd blown him off?

I was confused.

But I didn't have time to be,

because I was working my way down the list,

and I had to hurry if
I was gonna fix my life.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

It's almost 7:00. Aren't you gonna eat?

I can't, I have to finish this essay

and make sure it captures
the essence of my brand.

This is getting ridiculous. Your "brand"?

Jenna, you can't fix everything overnight.

- You need to eat.
- But I have to work.

We'll have a working dinner.

We're in, like, the middle of nowhere.

Got a job-site right around the corner,

best food trucks in the city, right here.

You've got kabobs, you've got Chinese.

Ooh, brats and beer.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Hi, Jake.

- Hey, should I come over?
- Now?

I have a lot of stuff to
do. Like, piles of stuff.

I don't even have time to brush my teeth.

Hmm.

The Blutwurst looks
good, but the Weisswurst

looks pretty killer, too.

Or would you rather just
go with the classic brat?

I'm sorry, we don't serve people

with stupid hats or man-buns.

And wax is for candles, not moustaches.

You're welcome.

Sadie?

You breathe one word of
this, hamiltoe, one word,

and I will
(BLEEP) you up.

As I watched Sadie hocking German wieners

in that ridiculous,
mustard-stained uniform,

I realized something.

We all had very full plates.

Not just me.

Dad, give me a minute.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

What are you doing here, Hamilperv?

And where didn't you see me?

What's going on? I thought
you were rich again.

The Twitter thing?

Are you really so stupid

that you buy that anyone
besides Kim Kardtrashian

can earn money from some
stupid Twitter plugs?

- The whole school bought it.
- Yeah.

Not a bright bunch.

It's none of your business,

but my parents are still poor,

and I'm stuck with that
pickled troll, Ally,

and I hate asking her for money.

Well, what about the Mercedes?

Oh, please.

(CAR CHIRPS)

Come on. I need to tan.

- I'm not your chauffeur.
- Actually, you are.

It's the reason I let you
drive my sweet baby Benz.

Actually, that's not the reason.

You know where the tanning salon is.

Drive yourself.

I have better things to do.

Oh.

And by the way, I don't
need your stupid car anymore.

Oh, shut up and blow.

(EXHALES)

(CAR BEEPING)

That's right.

(ENGINE TURNS)

Do you need a ride?

If any of us were ever going

to deal with what was on our plates

and become the adults we wanted to be,

we were going to have to be smart about it.

There was still a bunch of
things we needed to learn...

we needed to learn when to ask for help...

(HOPEFUL MUSIC)

When to accept help...

and most of all, when to help someone else.

Hey.

Come on in.

I really appreciate this.

It's cool.
I'm a "pretty decent" writer.

And I'll do my best to make you
not sound like a teenage girl.

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry if I sounded bitchy earlier.

I've been kind of stressed.

It's kind of a stressful year.

This season on Awkward...

O to the M to the F to the G...

- What are we?
- Friends.

- With benefits.
- Jenna?

I don't watch tv in the summer.

Know why?
Because I hate re-runs.

This is just like sophomore year.

He's getting what he wants and you're not.

The way you're acting is making me feel
less like a buddy, and more like a (BLEEP).

I'm sorry you see it that way, Jenna.

I guess I've just been a little...

busy dealing with the fact that
my entire life has been a lie.

Oh, hey Jenna.

I go over to Matty's last night,

Eva's answers the door.

Tells me to leave.

Do I hear a bitch pitch in your voice?

Dude, what is your deal?

Everyday you're like two
seconds away from going BS mode.

- Nothing.
- You're wild, man.

I can tell.

- Oh yeah?
- For sure.

I want to break up.

You're breaking up with
me? Is this about the music?

Can you hear what you're saying?

- What as your ex like?
- T,

you have got to stop catfishing him.

Things are getting intense,
I'm really into her.

You never ever met her. She's probably
45 year-old sex-offender named Ralph.

This is the perfect school for me.

That's the best part of college, you
get exposed to all these cool people.

College guys weren't
varsity high-school boys.

College guys were a
whole different ballgame.

You can't coach, all you know is losing.

You can't just transition from BF
to BFF without some D in between.

- D?
- Drama.

Ok.

I'm always here for you Jenna.