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#401 : Les prémices d'une dernière année

La dernière année de lycée commence. Tamara prend son rôle de présidente des élèves très au sérieux et rend sa relation avec Jake houleuse. Jenna découvre que Matty n'est plus avec Bailey et qu'il est donc de nouveau célibataire. Ming a déménagé dans le Vermont mais Jenna et Tamara trouve très vite une nouvelle amie. L'année de terminale n'est facile pour personne.

Info : Le season Premiere dure 40 minutes.


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Titre VO
No Woman is an island

Titre VF
Les prémices d'une dernière année

Première diffusion

Première diffusion en France


Trailer Saison 4

Trailer Saison 4


Promo saison 4

Promo saison 4


Trailer version Tamara

Trailer version Tamara


Photos promo

Lacey (Nikki Deloach) et Kevin (Mike Faiola) encourage Jenna pour sa rentrée

Lacey (Nikki Deloach) et Kevin (Mike Faiola) encourage Jenna pour sa rentrée

Jenna (Ashley Rickards)

Jenna (Ashley Rickards)

Valerie (Desi Lydic) a encore préparé quelque chose

Valerie (Desi Lydic) a encore préparé quelque chose

Matty (Beau Mirchoff) torse nu

Matty (Beau Mirchoff) torse nu

Une fille de dernière année

Une fille de dernière année



Lissa (Greer Grammer)

Lissa (Greer Grammer)

Saddie (Molly Tarlov)

Saddie (Molly Tarlov)


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Etats-Unis (inédit)
Mardi 15.04.2014 à 22:00
1.63m / 0.8% (18-49)

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Jenna: 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. He worked his way down my torso, and when he got to my center of need, it felt so good. Oh, so good.

Jenna’s bedroom

Kevin: It's senior year! Get it!

Lacey: Oh, she got it.

Jenna: Oh.


Lacey: Ohh! Oh, over-squirted. Sticky fingers. Did you wash your hands?

Kevin: Lacey!

Jenna: Mom!

Lacey: Get over it, you two. Everyone masturbates. It's not like I haven't caught you rubbing one out at your laptop, mister.

Kevin: Uh... So, Jenna, senior year, huh? Seniors rule the roost. You're gonna have so much fun this year.

Lacey: It was such a blast. Well, until my morning sickness. Honey, a hoodie? Aren't senior pictures today?

Jenna: This is how I always look.

Lacey: It's not really a look. How about earrings? A little makeup, a colorful top... You'll stand out a little more.

Jenna: I don't want to stand out.

Lacey: But it's senior year. Are you depressed about being single?

Jenna: No. I like being single. I'm getting to know myself again.

Lacey: Yeah. We saw, honey. Hey, better beat around your own bush than get into boy trouble, hmm?

Kevin: Okay, I'm off to Home Depot, gonna get a lock for that door.

Lacey: 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...

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

Lacey: Come on. Just a quick trip to the mall after school.

Jenna: Okay, fine. Only if you let go of your complete makeover agenda.

Lacey: Done.


Jenna: 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.

Sadie: Hey, Hamiltoe! Heard you were caught pearl fishing in your red lobster this morning.

Jenna: Did I really need to tell my mother not to tell her friends about my tender buttoning?

Sadie: How embarrassing. Must make you want to kill yourself. Better luck this time.

Julie 1: Nice wheels.

Julie 2: Your tweeting must really be paying off.

Sadie: 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.

Julie 1: Wow. The biatch really is back.

Julie 2: She's so snatchy.

Julies: Love her.

Jenna: 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 shit again.


Tamara: 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.

Jenna: Well, good morning to you too.


Tamara: Theo, Cole. Are you getting this? This magic moment will never, ever happen again.

Theo: "Magic"? What magic? This crowd's a cheesy slice of basic dripping onto the floor of some pizza parlor in Tustin.

Cole: It's like mall of America on the beach. Who wants to remember any of this sick shit?

Theo: It's like someone threw up the cast of Glee on our bleachers.

Both: It's sick!

Tamara: 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.

Jenna: Why do you put up with those guys?

Tamara: 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.

Jenna: Really? I kind of do. It's complicated. Kind of hot.

Tamara: 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.

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

Tamara: Okay, everybody needs to sit! Come on! Come on! Are you walking through molasses, people? Move your feet! You're down there.


Jenna: 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.

Matty: Hi.

Jenna: Hey. How was your summer?

Matty: Um... Soccer camp was very intense. Yeah. But good. I kind of missed regular camp though. You know, seeing you there...

Tamara: Okay! Enough chitchat. Time to get this moment frozen forever.

Matty: Okay.


Fred: I can't believe Ming's gone. It was so sudden.

Jenna: I know. It sucks.

Tamara: Will we ever recover from the end of the Ming dynasty?

Jenna: So many epic changes over one short summer... That it was reassuring to see some things hadn't changed at all.


Sadie: You've changed people. The old Lissa would never, ever miss senior picture.

Lissa: I can't help it. We're trying to get home. Africa is, like, really far away.

Sadie: What's that noise?

Lissa: 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!

Sadie: Who?

Lissa: The guerrillas!

Sadie: 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.


Valerie: Who are you?

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

Valerie: I'm, uh... Just... Valerie Marks. Girl friday/your new BFF. Do I know you from somewhere?

Eva: 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.

Valerie: Oh. Sweet thing, no, no, I'm on the faculty.

Eva: Oh, okay. You just seem so young.

Valerie: No. I know, I know. It's why I relate so well with all the kids. Ooh, come sit with me.

Eva: Okay.

Tamara: 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. 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?

Jenna: Sadie's number three. Yuck. Jake's 19.

Tamara: 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.

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

Tamara: Maybe you're on the next page. Or the next one.

Jenna: Oh, my God.

Tamara: It's not that bad.

Jenna: T, I'm 137!

Photographer: Now smile.

Jenna: Not a pretty picture.

Valerie’s office

Valerie: I'm sorry. I thought you were pulling my leg. I guess it's involuntary muscle twitching. Say it again.

Jenna: College?

Valerie: Huh... Oh, Jenna. Do you really think that you have a chance at getting into college with your low class rank? With your 139?

Jenna: 137.

Valerie: Oh, excuse me. Let's get M.I.T. on the phone.

Jenna: Aren't you supposed to be helping?

Valerie: 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.

Jenna: It was just one bad semester.

Valerie: 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 favour 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.

Jenna: It's in Vermont.

Valerie: I heard Iowa. Maybe they relocated her.

Jenna: Who?

Valerie: The Asian mafia. All we got was a letter from her parents and this… Jenna. Let's talk about your brand.

Jenna: My brand?

Valerie: 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?

Jenna: I have no idea.

Valerie: Oh, well. You can always repeat your junior year.

Jenna: What?

Valerie: 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.

Jenna: How many times do I have to apologize? Will you ever forgive me?

Valerie: Of course, Jenna. I'm a masochist. Anyway, another year would improve your academic standing, and we would have fun together.

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

Valerie: 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.

Jenna: You want me to do push-ups for college?

Valerie: No, strictly for my entertainment. You got me fired. You think I don't hold grudges?


Jenna: 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?

Tamara: You should join cheer squad.

Jenna: Are you joking?

Tamara: We need an equipment manager. Tamara: Wrangle a few pom-poms, you got your first extracurric on your app.

Jenna: Thanks, but no thanks.

Tamara: 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?

Jenna: Why is everyone making such a big deal out of something that everyone does?

Tamara: Not everyone.

Jenna: Oh, please.

Tamara: Jake satisfies all my sexual needs.

Jenna: Oh, how nice for you.

Tamara: Though I am curious. When you... Do... You know?

Jenna: Crack the code, T.

Tamara: Fine. Do you have orgasms?

Jenna: Why else would I do it?

Tamara: 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.

Jenna: Tamara, have you ever had an orgasm?

Tamara: With Jake or in general?

Jenna: Either.

Tamara: All the time. I'm pretty sure. You'd know if you'd had one.

Eva: It's all about the clit.

Tamara’s bedroom

Tamara: Would you please stop? I'm trying to concentrate.

Jake: What about a study break?

Tamara: I've got a million things to do.

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

Tamara: All done. That was great.

Jake: Yeah, it was.

Sadie’s bedroom

Sadie: I need to be valedictorian.

Austin: Why not be happy with number three?

Sadie: Because that's complacency, and complacency leads to stupidity and obesity.

Austin: And you're neither, so maybe you could be a little complacent. Would you be more relaxed?

Sadie: I hate being relaxed! God, you're such an idiot, it's irritating.

Ally: You guys about to screw?

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

Ally: 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.

Sadie: If you give us some privacy, I'll let you use the car later.


Lacey: We have ten places to go before they close.

Jenna: 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.

Lacey: You're putting too much pressure on yourself. You have to prioritize shopping. Oh, sweetie, there's something here I think you could use.

Jenna: 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.

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

Jenna: 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.

Matty: Jenna.

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.

Matty: Deal. You do realize I'm working?

Jenna: Oh. Right. When did you start?

Matty: 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.

Jenna: Granted, I hadn't seen him all summer, but this seemed so un-Matty, I didn't really know what to say.

Jenna: How's Bailey?

Matty: She's fine. I guess. I haven't seen her in a few months. I'm pretty sure she moved.

Jenna: You and she...

Matty: That fizzled pretty fast after prom.

Jenna: Oh, I thought you and her are...

Matty: I just wasn't really feeling it.

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

Matty: I have no clue. They don't want me answering questions about the merchandise.

Jenna: So what is it you actually do here?

Matty: Ah, code red. Yeah, code red.

Jenna’s bedroom

Jenna: Okay, what was up with Matty being single all summer? And why was it bugging me so much?


Jenna: Did Jake tell you Matty was single?

Tamara: No.

Jenna: It's weird. I still think there's something between us.

Tamara: 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.

Eva: Tell me about it. May I?

Tamara: Please.

Eva: Oh. I am so done with men. At least high school boys. I don't pee where I eat. A high school guy has a better chance of winning the lottery than he does finding your g-spot.

Tamara: I can't believe you heard that.

Eva: 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.

Tamara: 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.

Eva: Well, I've been a victim of bullying, and I can't really handle any more emotional scarring.

Jenna: You were bullied?

Eva: Well, people get jealous. I'm sure you guys know what it's like.

Tamara: Where are you from?

Eva: I just moved here from the city, from New York to live with my dad. So what happened with your man?

Tamara: Oh, please. How many hours do you have?

Jenna: 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.

Tamara: 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...

Eva: She's intense.

Jenna: There's no way I can get anything done with every moment of my life scheduled. It's too overwhelming.

Tamara: I'll help you.

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

Tamara: Suit yourself.

Sadie: I just wanted to remind you I expect your vote for cheer captain.

Tamara: Who else is running?

Sadie: It doesn't matter. If you want to remain school president, vote for me or I'll start impeachment proceedings.

Tamara: Excuse me. On what grounds?

Sadie: I haven't decided yet. Luckily, that won't be necessary since you've decided to vote for me.

Tamara: Hi, black-bullying.

Sadie: That's your own little lesson on how politics work in the real world. You're welcome.

Jenna: There is no way I'm doing that cheer squad. There are plenty of other clubs I can join.


Jenna: Desperate times called for very desperate measures.

Sadie: If the sex fiend's gonna be handling the pom-poms, I think regular dips in bleach and Valtrex would be prudent.

Valerie: Would ruin the poms.

Sadie: I meant for Jenna.

Valerie: 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.

Sadie: Everyone just vote for me, and let's get this over with, okay?

Lissa: I made it! Yay!

Valerie: Where were you?

Lissa: Africa. It was so neat. We spread the word all over the dark continent.

Sadie: There's something really nasty stuck in your hair.

Lissa: My little brother spit up on the plane. We adopted a little brother. He was a heathen, and we totally saved him. Yay!

Valerie: Racing across the globe to make cheer practice... Wow, that sets the school spirit bar sky-high.

Lissa: Up where Jesus is.

Valerie: Mm-hmm. Good work, Lissa.

Lissa: Thanks. I'm humbled.

Valerie: 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.

Sadie: Lissa doesn't even want to be cheer captain.

Lissa: Well, if I'm called to serve, I guess I'd have no choice.

Valerie: Jenna, the equipment girl, may I have your ballot, please?

Jenna: I get a vote?

Sadie: No, you don't. You're just the team's bitch-slave.

Tamara: Actually, you do. This is a democracy, and bitch-slaves get to vote.

Valerie: And the winner is... Drum roll, please. Jenna, there's a drum in there… The winner is... Lissa! Lissa is your new cheer captain.

Lissa: Yay!

Sadie: 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!

Jenna’s bedroom

Jenna: 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.

Lacey: Yay, senior sleepover! You are gonna have so much fun. Why aren't you in your jammies? Where's your bag?

Jenna: I'm really not feeling up to it.

Jenna: 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.

Lacey: 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.

Jenna: I thought it was at the bonfire.

Lacey: 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.

Jenna: Well, why don't you just go in my place? You wouldn't.

Lacey: Oh, just watch me.

The senior sleepover

Tamara: Movies, check. Refreshments, check. Sprinklers off, check. What am I forgetting?

Jake: To relax.

Tamara: I can't be lax about anything!

Jake: I said, "relax."

Tamara: What language are you speaking?


Valerie: Welcome to senior sleepover. We're here to have fun, but to do so while following the rules. Here are the rules... No alcohol. 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... 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!


Sadie: 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.

Lissa: I don't know, Sadie, it seems wrong.

Sadie: What's wrong is you taking something that isn't yours.

Lissa: But people voted for me. I was called. Hi. Lissa.

Sadie: It's me calling you to tell you to give the fuck up.


Valerie: Oh, ga... Kyle! Hand check! No video games, no hunger games, no monkey business, no "pin the tail on the donkey," and no plushies whatsoever.


Eva: Can I camp out with you guys? I already took my muscle relaxers, so I'll be out solid for, like, 12 hours.

Jenna: Sure.

Eva: Hey. I'm Eva. I'm the new girl. I think we have the same math class together.

Jake: Oh. Yeah. Wow. Math. I'm Jake.

Matty: And I'm Matty. That's gotta be rough, switching schools senior year.

Eva: 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.

Jake: Oh, yeah. Wow, India.

Eva: We smoked opium and did yoga all day and got really deep into tantra.

Tamara: I've heard of that.

Eva: 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.

Tamara: Okay! Time for everyone's favourite high school musical masterpieces, from Grease to Hairspray! Pink Flamingos? WTF is Pink Flamingos? This was supposed to be Hairspray!

Jake: It's just a different John Waters movie. It's probably the same thing.


Movie: What you are about to see is a real thing.


Jenna: Well, this is different.

Matty: At least it's not a high school musical. Or Twilight. Do you remember you made me take you to see that?

Jenna: Okay. Well, you made me sit through all three Transformers movies.

Matty: "Oh, Bella! Edward. Bella."

Jenna: Okay, I'm a hopeless romantic.

Matty: Well, don't be a hopeless one… Oh!

Cole: Hey, watch the movie! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Tamara: What is this shit show that is literally a shit show?

Cole: Oh, come on! Yo! Yo! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Tamara: I said movie magic, not movie tragic! What happened to my sweet, romantic teen high school musical comedies?

Theo: You need to take that sick musical comedy fetish of yours out back and put a bullet in its head.

Cole: These people need some real John Waters in their lives.

Tamara: You're going to give people nightmares!

Both: Ooh.

Theo: Well, at least their nightmares will be interesting instead of some sick high school musical trash!

Tamara: Are those cannabis lollipops? No drugs or alcohol allowed! Are you trying to spoil this for everyone?

Theo: We have prescriptions.

Cole: We need it for the anxiety you're giving us right now.

Tamara: Put on something else. Please.

Both: Basket case!


Movie: 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?


Tamara: Horror is not my genre.

Jake: Then let's get out of here. Come on.

Technical control’s place

Jake: What's wrong?

Tamara: 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.

Jake: Huh?

Tamara: Jake, how many times, if you had to guess, do you think we've had sex?

Jake: A thousand?

Tamara: Close. 101. And out of those 101 times, how many times have you had an orgasm?

Jake: 101. Duh. It's probably more like 125. Sometimes I have a two-fer. Why? How many have you had?

Tamara: Maybe half.

Jake: So like 60?

Tamara: 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.

Jake: "Half-gasms"? Jesus, Tamara. Just tell me what the problem is.

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

Jake: Well, let's figure it out.


Jenna: Awful lot of stuff going on up there.

Matty: A bucket-load of stars.

Jenna: 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.

Matty: The last time I checked, the earth was still here. Yep. Still one big old chunk.

Technical control’s place

Jake: You like that?

Tamara: No. It's porny.

Jake: How about that? Huh? Oh, come on, baby, it's hot, right? Tamara, you gotta tell me...

Tamara: It's okay, just not the talking. And will you ease up down there? You're not touching anything that has sensation.


Jake: What was that?

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


Valerie: Good morning, Palos Hills Seniors! This is your life. Time to put the shake up in your wake up and make... It... Happen!


Tamara: Well, this is an embarrassment of glitches. My secret shame-out is now a public flame-out.

Jenna: Relax, Tamara. No one knows it was you.

Guy: "Oh, Jake."

Eva: I'll cut you, dude! You need to let go of shame and just get to know your own body.

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

Eva: Well, if you don't know your own body, then how do you expect some guy to?


Sadie: Oh, you can catch. Now show me if you can also fetch. You should feel right at home in there.

Lissa: My little brother's here. Come and meet him. Come on.


Lissa: Hi, mommy.

Lesley Miller: Hi, baby.

Sadie: Where's your little brother?

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

Tyler: This water is so luxurious. Lightly carbonated, natural blackberry essence, electrolytes... God truly has blessed America.

Lissa: His name is Mugabo. But we call him Tyler.

Tyler: You must be Sadie. Lissa speaks so highly of you.

Sadie: Okay, you're like 40.

Tyler: Only 18.

Lissa: We think of him as just two months because that's when he met us, was saved and born again... Praise be.

Sadie: What religion exactly were you saved from? Worshipping fertility idols? Fire walking?

Tyler: Actually my family's Catholic, but I did attend the Anglican church when I went to school in England.

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

Tyler: I am very much looking forward to a year in American high school. It's a dream come true.

Jenna’s bedroom

Jenna: 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 endeavour. 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?

Jenna: Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.

Jenna: But it was too overwhelming.  t was too much. It was... It was...

Kevin: Oh, God, again!

Lacey: Oh, God, sweetheart! I thought you were getting a lock!

Jenna: I'm preparing for college!

Lacey: Ah, so proud of you, sweetie. And it looks like you got your work cut out for you. Hmm?

Jenna: 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?

Lacey: You're good at lots of things.

Jenna: Like what?

Kevin: Like tons of stuff. Like... Uh...

Lacey: You're good at... Being interesting.

Kevin: 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"?

Lacey: You can't use that, Jenna. Were you really stoned the day that you took the SATS?

Jenna: Sadly, no.

Kevin: Just come up with fun and interesting answers for these essays.

Lacey: Yeah. A little originality in your answers will help you stand out from a bunch of boring overachievers.

Kevin: Your words are your opportunity to show these colleges who you are...

Lacey: And who they'd be missing out on if they chose a smarter kid.

Kevin: Hmm.


Jenna: 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.

Matty: Hey.

Jenna: Hey.

Matty: Hope this isn't weird. Been a while since I've been at this door.

Jenna: Yeah.

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

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

Matty: Yeah.

Jenna: Come in. You can sit down or whatever.

Matty: On the bed?

Jenna: Yeah. Or the chair or something.

Jenna: 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.

Matty: So... Could you help me with my essays?

Jenna: Huh?

Matty: These stupid college essays are so lame. "What am I good at?" How am I supposed to know?

Jenna: That's why you're here? You want me to help you with your essays?

Matty: You're a pretty decent writer.

Jenna: "Pretty decent"?

Jenna: I suddenly had a zero tolerance policy for distraction action.

Jenna: 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.

Matty: Okay. Sorry I asked.


Jenna: 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.

Tamara’s bathroom/Jenna’s bedroom

Tamara: Oh, crap. Oh. Oh, fuck me. Shit!

Jenna: I had a really productive night.

Tamara: Jenna, I'm a little busy.

Jenna: Why do you sound so uptight?

Tamara: 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!

Jenna: You seriously need to chillax.

Tamara: I don't know how!


Jenna: Oh. Hello.

Tamara: I had me some cheery os for this morning.


Jake: Hey. You know, if you weren't being satisfied, you could've just told me.

Tamara: I did.

Jake: I meant not over a loudspeaker.

Tamara: Nobody knows it was us.

Sadie: I so didn't need to hear that your sex life is sex death. Not surprised. But still, keep that nastiness to yourself, please.


Jenna: 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.

Jenna: Hey, I'm sorry about the way I handled things last night. I've just got a lot on my plate...

Matty: Yes, we all do. Jenna, it's cool. I gotta get to class.

Jenna: So was he blowing me off because he thought I'd blown him off? I was confused.

Jenna’s bedroom

Jenna: 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.

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

Jenna: I can't, I have to finish this essay and make sure it captures the essence of my brand.

Kevin: This is getting ridiculous. Your "brand"? Jenna, you can't fix everything overnight. You need to eat.

Jenna: But I have to work.

Kevin: We'll have a working dinner.


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

Kevin: 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.

Tamara’s bedroom/Jake’s bedroom

Tamara: Hi, Jake.

Jake: Hey, should I come over?

Tamara: Now? I have a lot of stuff to do. Like, piles of stuff. I don't even have time to brush my teeth.


Kevin: Hmm. The Blutwurst looks good, but the Weisswurst looks pretty killer, too. Or would you rather just go with the classic brat?

Sadie: I'm sorry, we don't serve people with stupid hats or man-buns. And wax is for candles, not moustaches. You're welcome.

Jenna: Sadie?

Sadie: You breathe one word of this, hamiltoe, one word, and I will fuck you up.


Jenna: 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.

Jenna: Dad, give me a minute.


Sadie: What are you doing here, Hamilperv? And where didn't you see me?

Jenna: What's going on? I thought you were rich again. The Twitter thing?

Sadie: Are you really so stupid that you buy that anyone besides Kim Kardtrashian can earn money from some stupid Twitter plugs?

Jenna: The whole school bought it.

Sadie: 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.

Jenna: Well, what about the Mercedes?

Sadie: Oh, please.

Ally: Come on. I need to tan.

Sadie: I'm not your chauffeur.

Ally: Actually, you are. It's the reason I let you drive my sweet baby Benz.

Sadie: Actually, that's not the reason. You know where the tanning salon is. Drive yourself. I have better things to do.

Ally: Oh.

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

Ally: Oh, shut up and blow. That's right.

Jenna: Do you need a ride?


Jenna: 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... When to accept help... And most of all, when to help someone else.

Matty’s house

Jenna: Hey.

Matty: Come on in.

Matty’s bedroom

Matty: I really appreciate this.

Jenna: It's cool. I'm a "pretty decent" writer. And I'll do my best to make you not sound like a teenage girl. I'm sorry if I sounded bitchy earlier. I've been kind of stressed.

Matty: It's kind of a stressful year.

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