'The Roommate': The Next Generation of Stars Page #3

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A, we go to your place.

B, you take me home...

...to my twin bed and roommate.

What's the bet?

This is kind of a stupid bet.

Why did you agree?

Apparently, I'm kind of a stupid guy.

Oh, don't touch the ground.

Don't touch your feet.

All right, you win.

- So....

- So we go to your place.

So.

- Wait a second.

- What?

Can you give me 30 seconds?

- You're kidding me.

- No, I'm not.

Thirty seconds. Thank you.

Almost there.

I'm just gonna have to start

taking my clothes off out here.

Yeah, right.

- Oops, there goes my shirt.

- I don't believe you.

- There go my jeans.

- Damn it, that is my striptease. Stop it.

What's next? Top or bottom?

You know, I'm just gonna

make you strip all over again.

I knew you didn't have...

...the guts.

Sara, you answered.

Sara?

Sara. It's Jason.

Can we talk...

...about us?

Sara?

I miss you.

You do?

I miss touching you.

Do you miss touching me?

Yes.

Prove it.

Jason.

I miss you so much.

Don't ever call me again.

What?

- Don't ever call me again.

- Wait, Sara, what do you mean? I--

Good morning.

Hi. You're up early.

Yeah.

Sorry I didn't call. I left my phone.

No problem.

Hello, Cuddles. Hi, kitty.

Do you wanna get some breakfast?

Oh, no.

- Is this your cat?

- Maybe.

- She's cute.

- Thanks.

And if you keep her, I lose my job.

- Do we understand each other?

- Yes.

Hey. Come in.

What took you so long?

I walked.

- You didn't.

- I did. Cabs are too expensive.

Sara, you can't just go walking around

downtown in L.A. by yourself.

- This is not Des Moines.

- I know.

The city is full of crazies.

Let me make us one drink

and then we'll go.

Hello?

Yeah, that's a great idea. Hang on.

- Hey, Irene, do you like cats?

- Yeah. Why?

- We need to get rid of one.

- I travel too much.

- The thing would starve to death.

- You're right. No, she can't.

I'll be home when I'm home.

Bye. It's all right.

- Who was that?

- My roommate.

- She can be overprotective.

- That sounds fun.

- So where is it?

- Where's what?

You said you had a surprise for me?

Oh, yeah.

So I was cleaning out my closet...

...and I have not worn any of this

in the last six months.

- You're kidding me. All of this?

- There's more.

- Oh, no.

- What?

We don't have a lot

of closet space...

...and Rebecca's already taking

half my side.

Just move in with me.

- Seriously?

- Yeah, why not?

This place is huge. I'm never home.

Ditch that roommate of yours

and live here.

Besides, you can have pets.

- I'll talk to her about it.

- Good.

Irene really likes the girls.

Always has.

It's too bad she couldn't

take Cuddles, huh?

That might not be a problem.

Really?

She suggested I move in with her.

What?

- You wanna move?

- No. I--

I love living here with you.

I'd still technically be living here, so

you wouldn't need another roommate.

Her place is huge.

It's not like you couldn't use

the extra closet space.

I don't want more space, I want....

It's just something to think about.

Nothing's set in stone.

Plus, we'd be able to keep Cuddles.

Yeah, well, I was thinking maybe

I'd stay here for Thanksgiving...

...and see you guys at Christmas.

You know what, Mom?

I'm really swamped right now.

Could I call you guys back?

Okay. Bye.

Feel how nice and warm

it is in there?

Oh, my God. What's wrong?

- Cuddles got out.

- What?

I took her with me to do laundry

and she was in the basket...

...and she ran off.

And I went after her but....

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go find her.

Maybe it's karma. We weren't allowed

to keep her anyway.

- It's all my fault.

- It was an accident.

It's just stress after stress,

you know?

Is there something else wrong?

My parents really want me

to come home for Thanksgiving.

And you don't wanna go?

Emily died two days

before Thanksgiving.

It hasn't always been the most festive

holiday in the Matthews household.

I know I should be there,

but, I don't know...

...it's like there's a ghost

at the table, you know?

So....

You can come with me.

Spend Thanksgiving at my house.

- Your folks wouldn't mind?

- Please.

Stephen also asked me to stay...

...but thank you.

Midterm designs are due Friday.

Now, remember, people: simplicity.

Who is the founder of our industry?

Eve. When she handed Adam

the fig leaf.

Have a good day.

- Sara.

- Yeah?

- Can I see you in my office?

- Sure.

I love the danger in your work.

It's kinky and edgy.

I love the fact that there's all these,

like, dark recesses in this...

...innocent exterior. The juxtaposition

is awesome. That's great.

- Thank you.

- And I mean, styles, you know--

They change so rapidly

in the fashion world.

Because you got your particular cut,

your technique, you know, the--

Which is what makes it

so amazing and exciting.

Exactly. Which is why I go

to fashion week every year in Paris.

To catch up on what's fresh

and amazing and.... What else?

- Exciting.

- Exciting.

- And, let's face it, to go to the parties.

- Sure.

The budget allows for me

to bring an assistant every year.

Usually it's a senior, but not always.

There's a lot of talent in this class...

...but the best designers push

the boundaries on what's acceptable.

They take chances.

I should go.

All right. Well, good meeting.

The offer still stands, Sara.

Chance of a lifetime.

- What's wrong?

- My design professor just kissed me.

- Are you all right?

- And I think the a**hole's married.

- Are you gonna tell Stephen?

- No, that'll just cause problems.

I'm here for you.

- I know.

- Thank you for telling me.

- What can I do?

- Nothing.

- Professor Roberts?

- That's right.

I'm glad you're still here.

Yeah, well, I was just leaving.

- You're not a student of mine.

- No, not yet.

That's why I'm here.

- I'm failing Intro Psych.

- Yeah, and why is that?

I'm bored.

Well, I'm real sorry about that,

but I don't know what I can do to help.

Tomorrow is the last day

to drop a course.

If I don't add another one in its place,

then I'll fall way behind in credits.

Daddy won't take that very well.

He might even pull the plug...

...which means I'm pretty much

at your mercy.

Look, I really don't take--

It's not my policy to take on students

in the middle of the term.

Do I look like

just any student to you?

- Oh, your wife's very pretty.

- Oh, it's my ex-wife.

I might have to ask you

a few questions first.

- Ask me anything.

- You have design experience?

- None.

- What do you know about clothes?

Only one thing.

Yeah, and what's that?

I look better out of them

than in them.

Well, I think we can work

something out.

- Just tell me and I'll do anything.

- Kiss me.

- What?

- I said kiss me.

Professor Roberts,

you're hurting me.

Oh, you little tease.

Get off of me! Stop it! Stop!

- Quiet!

- No!

- Shut up! Quiet!

- Get off of me! Stop! Leave me alone!

- You're hurting me!

- Quiet. Shut up, would you?

- No! I said no!

- Shut up, you little b*tch tease!

Sylvester, stop it! No!

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