Greek (2007–2011): Season 1, Episode 21 - Barely Legal - full transcript

Previously on "Greek."

Bro, what you're gonna do si
tell this chick you're not interested.

- Send her a text.
- Really?

You're officially free.
That was fast.

Rusty, thanks for letting me know.

By the way, I have crabs.

Come on.
This is your junior year.

You need to start making
some tough decisions.

What I want is to be
at the center of things.

To be challenged and inspired.

And I'm still very much
considering law school.



I woke up this morning,
and I finally realized

no matter what I say or do,
I can't change the past

- or how you feel about it.
- What if I was less of a jealous idiot?

Then I'd think, maybe,
we could be friends.

Remember Shane?

You know why he stood Casey up
after the Mr. Purr-fect contest?

I paid him to leave her alone.

Pretty smart?

Instead of trying to keep
all the guys away from one girl,

you should find a girl who thinks
you're the only guy in the room.

Can't believe you signed up for
an extra class you don't get credit for.

It's a prep class.

And, according to Evan,
it's the best way to ace the LSAT.

And it gets my mom off my back,
which is even better than course credit.



Thank God I gave up my
advanced degree aspirations.

Standardized tests are so not my thing.

Good luck, Case.

I'm off to my seminar
on the movies of John Hughes.

Enjoy!

So...

Is Evan taking this LSAT class, too?

Evan? No,

Mr. Born-Lawyer already took the class,
of course.

On his way to becoming the Supreme
Court's youngest clerk ever.

"Welcome to your first step
towards an exciting

- "future career in the law."
- Casey Cartwright, Esquire.

Bad-ass prosecutor by day,

and Armani-wearing temptress by night.

- It's like you're a superhero.
- A superhero with an expense account.

- Don't remind me.
- About expense accounts?

About money. I'm broke.

What am I gonna do about
spring break? It's next week.

There's no way you can
your parents go give you more?

I can't tell them I've already spent my
allowance for this month.

Can I borrow against
your future account?

You'll have to make an appointment

with my cute administrative man-sistant
to discuss that.

Stop, you're intimidating me.

Wait until you see me in the courtroom.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

Case closed.
And so it is resolved.

It takes 427 licks to get
to the chocolate-y center.

Good going, Spitter.

I've never seen anyone
lick something that fast.

It was mildly disturbing.

Now, that that's out of the way,
you're all ready to become

new men.
Are we getting initiated?

This is an initiation of sorts.

Wait, Beaver.

This box contains
the lost souls of dozens

of departed Kappa Taus.

You think there are body parts in there?

This box

holds your futures.

You
are no longer Pickle.

- I'm not?
- No, you're not.

You are now...

... Peter Carey, age 24.

Kappa Tau class of 2006.

Gentlemen,
it's time to get your fake Ids.

Because while the Kappa Tau
basement does not card,

the bouncers at spring break do.

Buzzkill.

Doormen you encounter
next week are fierce, pledges.

You must become one
with your new identies.

Let no Myrtle Beach
bouncer tear you asunder.

Ben Bennett, you are now...

Of course.

- Frank Franklin.
- Sweet!

Wait, that doesn't look anything
like him. We're gonna get in trouble?

Everything worth while
comes with at a risk, Spitter.

Or should I say...

... Chad Stewart?

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So what'd you get?

A new notebook?

Your score.

I got a 160 last practice test.
I got a 160

on my last practice test, which would
be OK, except I want to go to Yale

and they would laugh at me
with that score.

And if I don't get
into the international

trade law program at Yale, I'm done.

I have a 3.9, which is OK,
but I really need to

beef up my internships this summer
if I don't want to be a total joke.

Yeah.

Have you started interviewing yet?

Interviewing...
No, not yet.

I thought this class was my first step

towards an exciting
future career in the law.

What'd you get on
your last practice test?

One-seventy.

OK, looks like some people
are overdoing it a little bit, right?

What do you mean?

OK, everybody.
Let's get down to business.

I'm sure you've been practicing,

so let's go ahead and start
off with a mock-LSAT.

Pass those back.

You've got two hours.

When I say go, go.

Welcome to Bionic Beats.
Can I see some ID?

No problem.

He's on the guest list.

- Chad Stewart?

That's right.
Chad Stewart.

2343 Homer Terrace,

Sunshine, Florida.

What's your sign, buddy?

You get out of here. You and
your fake ID! You get out of my club!

Nobody messes with Tad,

the best bouncer in Myrtle Beach!
Get outta my sight!

Come on!

- You didn't have to give a noogie.
- Lucky that's all you got.

If we were in Myrtle,
you'd get a class-one

misdemeanor punishable by a fine
of not more than $200

or imprisonment for not more
than 30 days plus court costs.

Let's let Rusty's abject failure
be a lesson to us all.

Well, what kind of question is,
"What's your sign?"

A question the real Chad Stewart
would have answered easily.

There's an in-bar field test
coming up tonight.

I want you to study up and be
prepared, or it's Noogieville for you.

Or jail in some states.

Man, it is wild in there!

You don't even wanna know.

Back of the line.

Next.

I can't believe this.

How commercialized
spring break has become?

That's all good. It's that
I won't be able to participate

in any of the pre-packaged
commercialism this year

unless I win the lottery.

Hello, Powerball.

Don't you have a credit card?

But the bill goes to my parents.

And ever since they figured out that
my charges to MAC were for lip gloss

and not computer tech-support,
they've been strict with it.

Well, you won't have that problem here.

Your Credit Plus bill goes right to you.

Not only that,

it will allow you to establish
a credit history in your name.

- That sounds like a smart thing to do.
- It is.

And for every purchase you make,

you'll earn points.

And I can offer you

a thousand dollar limit.

- Sign us up!
- I don't know.

I can throw in a free MP3 player,

but the offer is good for today only.

But since you guys
are such good customers,

I can have those cards
overnighted to you,

and you'll be ready to charge tomorrow.

It's just a credit card.
It's not the Army.

Sure, why not?

Spring break, here we come.

What are you studying?

I am studying Chad Stewart.

I haven't come across any Chad Stewart.

Is that in the string theory section?

Chad Stewart is the guy
whose fake ID I inherited.

But all I can find is his CRU web page

from three years ago.

Apparently, he's a songwriter.

Not bad?

Pretty rudimentary chord changes
if you ask me.

How old do I look in this?

Eighteen.

You know, lying about who
you are is never good, Rusty.

It signals a lack of self-esteem.

Why would I want to be anyone
but Dale Kettlewell?

- You wouldn't, Dale.
- Obviously.

- What about this?
- You look like my cousin Barry.

He always wore a hat like that.
He's in prison now.

I don't care about your cousin.
I need to look like a 24-year-old singer

and snowboarder who backpacks
through South-east Asia.

To my knowledge, people who
travel through South-east Asia

generally look like pedophiles.

Which is kind of fitting, because
that's what Barry got pinched for.

All right. Come on, man, help me out.

I will. By referring you
to the Book of Matthew,

which tells us that
one sign of the end times

is Satan impersonating
an angel of light.

So it's up to you, Rust.

What do you want to be?
Satan, or an angel of light?

Whichever gets me served
in Myrtle Beach, Dale.

That'd be Satan.
Satan lives in Myrtle Beach.

Hey! What are you doing here?

Your Guide to Acing the LASAT.

I'm taking that prep class
you took last semester.

Why didn't you tell me
the goobers in that class

passed the bar? I am way behind.
I got a 140 on my first practice test,

thanks to those stupid logic problems.

So I thought...

I could help you?

Yeah,
but not if it's too weird.

I don't want to ask too much
of our brand-new friendship.

You know, of course it's not too weird.

You need help, I'm here for you.

And I've got a bunch of my
old practice tests upstairs.

You're right, those logic problems
can be a bitch.

Pickle,

you're up first. Then Ben Bennett.

Rusty might need
a little extra prep time.

Hey, I've been studying.

I'm sure you have, Spitter.

She just got a big tip.

Her mood is good.
Pickle, you're up.

Gentlemen.

What can I get you?

I'll have a vodka
and orange juice, please.

No problem.
Can I just see some ID first?

Sure.

So, Peter, I see you're from Omaha?

I'm a Libra.

How about just the orange juice?

What about you? You over 21?

Well, I'm flattered you'd ask,
little lady.

I haven't been Ided in years.

Six-foot-three, huh?

I'm gotta go to the bathroom.

Me, too.

What about you two?
Got some ID for me?

Are you really Chad Stewart?

- In the flesh.
- Yeah. Who else would I be?

This is so weird.

I always had this fantasy of
you walking into my bar one day.

I never thought it would happen.

I mean, you haven't been
seen in Cyprus in three years,

since you walked out of that
gig at the Coffee Grounds Cafe.

By the way, I agree with you.
Commercialism has ruined music.

Hunter's Heartis my favorite
song off your underground CD.

I'm Trish,
by the way.

Well, you know my name.

So

what can I get you?

Singapore Sling.

Singapore Sling.

You are so cool.

I'll be right back.
Don't go anywhere.

Singapore Sling?

Well, Chad Stewart spent
a summer in Singapore.

Far be it for me
to question Chad Stewart.

"A seafood restaurant
serves five different entrees

"on five different nights.

"If halibut is served only
on Tuesdays and Thursdays,

"then when does the restaurant
serve Lobster"?

First of all, I'm never eating
seafood again. Secondly,

am I crazy or are these questions
totally pointless?

Is anyone thinking of fish when they're
defending someone on death row?

If they're hungry, maybe.

No, seriously, the point is
testing your reasoning skills.

They're what you use to craft
your entire argument.

You know, and winning arguments
is what the law is all about.

If you find the right argument,

you can win any case. It doesn't
matter what the facts are.

The truth is beside the point.

But, in the meantime,
I'm still dealing with fish.

That's true. OK.
But

I also know that you
happen to be a whiz at Sudoku.

Remember? I had fight you
for it every Sunday morning.

Yeah?

What are you trying to do? Torture
me with the various leisure activities

I no longer have time to enjoy?

No, no. I'm trying to point out to you

that these logic problems
are actually a lot like Sudoku.

You line things up
and cancel them out until they fit.

- That makes sense.
- Yeah.

So let's try this again,
Sunday morning Sudoku-style.

Right on.

Isn't this strange?

I mean, us getting studying for the LSAT
together like we always planned?

No. It doesn't feel strange to me.

It feels...

... great that we can be mature
enough to sit here together,

studying, as friends.

I love this.

Me, too.

So there I was,
all alone,

hiking through the
Kanchanaburi province,

when I came upon the most
pristine rainbow

I've ever seen.

Wait, is that how you got
inspired to write Wet Tuesday?

That's my second favorite song of yours.

No. Actually the,

the wetness
in the song

refers to the tears that I shed

after a bad breakup.

Must've been the worst breakup ever,
given the violent imagery in that song.

"Singed flesh" and
"shattered bones." Yikes!

Yeah. Exactly.

Gee, you sure know a lot about my music.

I'm sorry. Am I
making you uncomfortable?

I know how private you are. I'm just

still so amazed you came out of hiding.

I'll be right back.

- Did you see that?
- She's way into me.

Easy, Spitter.

Chick bartenders tend to make all male
drinkers feel like that. They're like

clothed strippers that way.

Hey,

would you, maybe,
be interested in going to this

party thing with me this weekend?

Yeah.

Great!

Meet me here.

Friday night,
7:00.

Excuse me, miss.

- Bye.
- All right.

Looks like you had it all wrong.

- Cough syrup and suntan lotion.
- Exactly.

Sunday morning Sudoku.

I was naive

Not to let you go
When the time was right

When the time was right

I was a fool.

Casey's a genius, yay!

OK. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
It's just a practice test.

But you got a 155.

- And that deserves another round.
- Exactly.

I'll get this one.

A pitcher, please,
and you can keep the tab open.

Got it.

I've always wanted to say that.

Take it easy there, Spendy Gonz?lez.
I don't want my first court Case

- bailing you out of debtor's prison.
- I have it under control.

Besides, every time I make a purchase,
I earn points.

Points for what?

I don't know.
But everyone loves points.

I'll be right back. I'm

I'm gonna give my
study-buddy the good news.

I say they're back together
by spring break.

What do you think?

I don't think she'd
take him back, do you?

Never thought she'd take him back after
he slept with Rebecca.

And I never thought she'd
hook up with Cappie again. So

who knows?

But, think about it, this is how
they started out freshman year.

They were just friends.

Before you know it,
a friendly hug becomes

a friendly kiss becomes
here we go again. So...

it's not what I'd choose for her,
but if it makes her happy...

I guess I thought.

She was so done with him,
nothing he did would make a difference.

No, I outscored most of those
bleeding ulcers because of you.

- Thank you so much.
- You're the one that took the test.

You're gonna make a great lawyer.
I, for one, can personally attest

to your skills in the
argumentative arts.

Seriously, I owe you one.

Let's grab dinner, celebrate.

- Yeah, sure, why not?
- All right.

But only if you let me treat.

She's going for it. I tell
her I snowboard in the Swiss Alps.

So then she invites me to
this wild party this weekend.

- Are you gonna go?
- Of course I'm gonna go.

- I can't disappoint my biggest fan.
- That is awesome.

I can't believe she bought you
as a 24-year-old musician.

We have got to work
on our fake ID technique, OK?

Aren't you supposed to be organizing
Beaver's adult video collection?

Sorry, Cap. Rusty was just telling
us about the sweet party

- he's going to this weekend.
- Is that so?

Spitty, you're not actually thinking
about going to that party?

Trish invited me.
I can't stand her up.

No, Trish invited Chad Stewart.

Not Rusty Cartwright.

Playing Chad Stewart
over a round of Singapore Slings

is one thing, but do you really think
you can pull it off for an entire night?

Me thinks you're
in over your head, wee one.

You think I can't handle it?

- Well... No, I...
- Hey. Come on.

'Cause I think I can
handle myself just fine.

In fact,

while you've been tied down
with one girl all semester,

I've been handling myself
with various ladies.

Handling yourself is perfectly normal
and we all do it, but it's not

necessarily something
you wanna brag about.

Very funny.
What about Tina?

I forgot about Tina.

Too bad she turned out to be so...

- crabby.
- Hey, I took care of it.

I'm not trying to sound like a jerk. I
just don't want you to get carried away.

Because when a man gets
too big for his britches,

you know how he ends up, Rusty?

Naked.

Think about that.

I really wanted that wrap.

It would've gone perfectly with
all of my new bathing suits.

What kind of thrift store
doesn't take credit cards that way?

A thrift store that only takes cash.

And didn't you already
buy some sort of wrap?

I can return that.
And this is vintage.

Do I need to do a credit-card
intervention on you?

I need all this stuff for spring break.

When I get back, I'll get more allowance

and I'll be able to pay it all off,
without a cent of interest.

Do you see how carefully
I've thought this out?

Yeah, but your careful thinking
seems to have found its limit.

Unless...

... I give up "careful" thinking
and go for more...

- ..."outside the box" thinking.

You said you needed a new flash drive.

They sell those at the campus store,

which takes credit cards.
See where I'm going with this?

Yeah, I give you the cash,
and you charge the flash.

And we have a plan.

Just this once.

- Please, please, please.
- All right, all right.

Why do I feel like Michael Jackson's
plastic surgeon?

What are those?

Books. You, of all people,
should recognize them.

So you were serious
about that law school thing?

I thought you were trying
to get Mom off your back.

No, that was just a happy
byproduct. Rusty, hello.

Law school has been my plan
since freshman year.

Really? What kind of law?

I'll worry about that after
I get through my LSAT class.

Which, by the way, I am kicking ass in.

I have to go meet Evan for dinner.

You're meeting Evan for dinner?

He's been helping me with
my LSAT class,

that's all.
And we're going out to celebrate.

And...

- And...
- Here we go again.

Did anyone ever tell you you're
the world's biggest flip-flopper?

I'm not flip-flopping.
Evan and I are friends.

No, Evan isn't capable
of being a decent friend.

There's always a catch with him.

He's sneaky and manipulative,

and you cannot trust him.

Case, he's gonna take you to
some swanky, romantic restaurant

and try and lure you back.

It's like he's the Kanchanaburi pit vipe
of Thailand,

and you're his juicy little field mouse.

You haven't let Cappie
make you brownies, have you?

And there's no way that's
what Evan's thinking.

What's with the jacket?
You look like you're 12.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

See ya later, Rust.

Don't be his field mouse, Casey.

This is the kind of
place I was in the mood for.

- I'm glad you suggested it.
- Me, too. Hey.

I hope you're in the mood for this, too.

You're not gonna give me a
mock-LSAT over dinner, are you?

What's this for?

Well,

it just so happens
that my dad's old buddy

is the dean of admissions at Harvard.

And it just so happens
that this old buddy

is in Cyprus for some conference.

That's a lot of just-so-happening.

But the biggest happening of all,

I got you a sit-down with him.
Sunday afternoon.

- Harvard Law School?
- Kind of a big one.

Where you're going.

Wait a minute, Case.

Come on. You're not

reading too much into this, are you?

- It just seems...
- Listen.

Two of my Omega Chi brothers
are already meeting with him.

I thought...
I thought it'd be great if you did, too.

You know? This isn't some

elaborate ploy to get you back.

- I know.
- 'Cause we're just friends.

Amigos, right? That's it.

But, listen, if that's
too weird for you, then...

- No! It's not too weird for me.
- And it's not too weird for me.

OK, so...

I feel like a total Jackass.

Can we just order
and forget I said anything?

- And thank you.
- And you're welcome.

I love my new lip gloss.

What do you think?

I think...

... that corporate litigation
sounds really boring.

Well, so do I.

So stop reading that
and come to Dobler's with me.

- I'm gonna open another tab.
- I can't.

I'm meeting this Harvard guy tomorrow.
I need to find something

to talk to him about, like
what kind of law I want to practice.

There's...

Quantitative corporate finance.

That sounds worse than
corporate litigation.

No, no, no. This actually
sounds kind of cool:

"Students learn to assess risk...

"by using multi-factor
models and analyzing

- "corporate structure."
- Whatever you say.

What's up with your knee?

What?

You looked like you were
having a convulsion.

No, it didn't.

Well, I'm off.

When fun Casey returns,

she knows where to find me.

"Contracts..."

Hey, I don't look 12 in this, do I?

No.

All right. Good.

But it is kind of a feminine cut.

Where are you going? Another one
of your debauched frat fetes?

Actually, no.
This is a party for grown-ups.

I'm listening.

It's just this girl I met.

It's this party in town.
No one from school.

Townie party?

- I'm totally down.
- I didn't invite you, Dale.

And why would you want to go anyway?

I'm so weary of the juvenile drivel

that passes for conversation
on this campus.

A little adult interaction
is exactly what I need right now.

You know a lot about music, right?

Are Norma Kettlewell's fresh-baked
blueberry muffins

the best smell in the world?

The answer is yes.

OK. Great.
Then you can come.

- 'Cause I might need your help.
- As always.

All right.

There's a five-dollar minimum
for charges.

Well, I'll just have
to get five dollars worth of gum.

Sorry. Card's been declined.

Come on. For five dollars?

- Are you sure?
- Yep.

But I have a thousand dollar limit.
There's no way

I could possibly have spent...

you don't happen to take points, do you?

Look at all these nice cars.

- I hope we're not underdressed.
- You might be.

- And you have to call me Chad.

What? No, Rusty. I did not sign on
for anything like that.

Hi.

Hey, Trish.

I told you you were underdressed.

You look wonderful.

This is my buddy, Dale.

Yeah, hey. I...

I just decided to accompany
my good buddy Rock and Roll Chad

to your little shindig tonight.

Chad, I'm so glad you came.

But, listen,
please

don't hate me. I wasn't

totally honest with
you when I invited you here.

Hey, I've always
said honesty is overrated.

So, whatever it is, it's no big deal.

Two people joining under God.
Sweet.

My sister Jill is getting married today,

and she's an even bigger fan
of yours than I am, believe it or not.

I'm sorry to ambush you like this. But

I knew you'd say no
if I asked in advance.

But, well,
our dad died last year,

and it was your music that got
Jill through that terrible time.

And I promised her you'd do it.
I know that was stupid. I just thought.

Well,

since my dad couldn't be here
to walk Jill down the aisle,

maybe Hunter's Heartcan.

You want me to sing?

Yeah. Go get 'em, Chad-o.

Let's hear you rock that mic.

Oh my god!
My sister's gonna be so excited!

Sorry.

Hunter's heart.

You hide...
And I try to...

Something... song.

What's wrong? Is it stage fright?
I know it's been a long time.

I'm sorry. I can't do this.
I'm not Chad Stewart.

Just give us a second.
Everything's fine.

- What are you talking about?
- My name is Rusty Cartwright.

I'm 18 years old, I'm tone-deaf,
I don't snowboard,

I used Chad Stewart's ID to buy alcohol.

- That was a fake ID?
- I'm really sorry.

I probably could've gotten you fired.

Yeah, that's the least
of my problems right now.

What's happening? What's going on?

Maybe she came to her senses
and decided to call it off.

She didn't want to marry him!
She shouldn't.

Are you kidding me, Jill?

You're flaking?

That is it!

I am SO sick of you
and your drama-queen games!

You're calling me a drama queen?

I have just one word for you, Pete:
Phoenix.

You would bring that up!

Let's go.

I hope you've learned a
lesson about the wages of sin...

Shut up, Dale!

Thanks for making it quick.
My friend's having a crisis.

Here you go.

I'm so pathetic. I can't
even pay for my own beer.

So you overdid on
the whole consumerism thing.

It happens.
This is America. Don't fret.

I can't believe I bought all that stuff.

I kept getting this crazed
feeling like if I didn't

grab what I wanted right away,
that someone else would.

I know what you mean.

Hey, isn't that that Lambda Sig
who stood up Casey?

What's his name, Shane?

What a dirtbag.
Look at him over there,

laughing all slimily.

That whole thing was so weird.

- Wasn't it? He seemed so into her.
- I know!

I mean, if I were Casey,

I'd be dying to know what made
him do that, wouldn't you?

He shouldn't be allowed to get
away with dissing her like that.

- You're right.
- I'm sick of guys treating girls

like crap and never
get called out on it.

Me too.

I wish I could just go over there and

tell him off right here and now.

You should.

- Really?
- Yeah. Do it!

Hey,
you!

Yes? Can I help you?

You sure can.

You can start by explaing to me
who you think you are,

blowing off Casey Cartwright?

You seem a little drunk, so...

Well, you seem
a little bit like a loser.

Like one of those guys
who has to treat girls badly

to feel like a real man.

If you want to lecture someone
about treating girls badly,

- talk to Evan, not my bro here.
- Steve!

Stop trying to change the subject.

Evan is a really good
friend of Casey's now.

Look...

Evan is no friend of Casey's.

What do you mean?

Hold on.

Hold on five seconds.

Casey. What's wrong?

Did you pay Shane Mullen
to stay away from me?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you paying
someone a thousand dollars

to stand me up and humiliate me.

That is crazy. Who told you that?

Shane told Ashleigh at Dobler's.

And you believe him over me?

- Why would he make that up?
- 'Cause he's a jerk.

To excuse bad behavior.

So you didn't pay him off?

Look,

you need to forget about him.
You've got an interview to prepare for.

You're not denying it.

Just give me a straight answer, Evan.

Yes.

Who does that?

You dumped me.

You don't want to be with me, but
you don't want anyone else to either?

- How could you be so spiteful?
- I didn't do it to be spiteful.

- Then why?
- Because I love you.

After everything we've been through?

Did you really think this
is how you could win me back?

Because that's not love.

I was desperate.

People who love each other
shouldn't manipulate each other.

This needs to stop. The things

we keep doing to each other
need to stop.

- I just don't want you to hate me.
- I don't hate you.

I feel...

sad for you.

And for me, because

I really thought we were friends.

And now...

I think,
you should,

I don't know, take some time,

- get your head together.
- My head is perfectly together.

- I didn't mean...
- No, no, no. I got it.

- You think I'm pathetic.
- Evan.

I think we're done here.

I hope I can work this out. I really
need to buy Casey a pick-me-up present.

My God! I've been on hold for so long

this techno version of to Joy
is starting to sound catchy.

You could always
just return everything instead.

I mean, Ashleigh. Do you
really need this tankini?

First,

I love that you know the term tankini.
And second, yes.

Ashleigh.

What? I'm gonna work out a payment plan,
and everything will be fine.

Hello!
Yes!

So

I spent a little more than I planned,

and my card was declined, so I just...

Really? You can?

That's great!

Thank you!

That was quick.

Did they you on a payment plan?

Nope, they upped my credit limit.

Hey, what are you doing?

Learning how to take a pair of leather
jodhpurs from runway to reality.

Don't you have that
Harvard meeting at noon?

The meeting Evan set up?

No thanks.

I'd rather wear leather jodhpurs.

Seriously, sweetie, you
cannot blow off that meeting.

Sure, I can.
It's Evan-tainted now.

Who cares about Evan's taint?

Yes, he did something creepy,
and I totally support you

wanting to stay miles away from him. But

this Harvard meeting
is about your life, not his.

You seem to have a good
head on your shoulders.

I'd say if your scores keep improving,
and you

fill your resume out a bit,

you've got a good shot.

So do you have any more
questions for me?

No, I think that's it.

You've been very helpful.

I'm so glad we did this.

All right.
Then I have a question for you.

Let's assume you get in...
to Harvard, or someplace else.

That's just the beginning.

I want to know what it is about
the law that's exciting to you.

Why do you, Casey Cartwright,

want to be a lawyer?

Geez, Dale. It really weirds me out
when you do that.

Sorry.

Come in!

- Hi, Dale.
- Hi, Chelsea.

Sorry, it's Casey, right?
Chelsea was my ex-girlfriend.

- That I had.
- Actually, I wanted a word with Rusty.

Yeah. Sure.
You guys go ahead. I...

I was actually gonna head out,
go to the gym for a little bit.

Been working out,

you know,
just for me.

You know,

for summer.

Those space pajamas
don't look sweat-proof.

So why are you here?

No one else will understand this.

You're the only person I could think of

who's known what they want to do
with the rest of your life

since they were in diapers.

It was actually pre-school.

We made these pinhole cameras,
checking out a solar eclipse,

and I had this kind of "a-ha" moment.

Which you probably had about
law school sometime, too, right?

Except that it wasn't
my "a-ha" moment.

It was Evan's.

I don't get it.

Being Miss "A-ha-Less,"

it was easier to follow Evan's path.

So easy that, after a while,
I forgot I was following anyone at all.

Unfortunately, I didn't figure that out

until the Harvard dean of admissions
asked me

why I want to be a lawyer,

and I had to say,

"Because of my ex-boyfriend."

Well, if there's

one thing that I've learned,

it's that

living someone else's life
is never a good idea.

Everyone in that LSAT class knew exactly

what they wanted,

from where they would go
to law school

to what kind of lawyer they would be.

And it turns out, I know
exactly what I want, too.

I know what kind of law
I want to practice.

None.

So what now?

Now... we

do not mope.

We go back to ZBZ,

make slice-and-bake cookies
and eat the whole pan.

- Are you in?
- I'm in.

Not that jacket.