Frankie: [v.o.] When you're economically challenged, your time is worth nothing. So Axl and I split up and spent hours combing the dorm for his crappy desk.
Frankie: [briefly opens door to a dorm room] Sorry. Sorry. Make good choices. [walks into a party] Axl, are you kidding me?! This is you looking for your desk?!
Axl: Okay, I was looking, but Scott's throwing the last rager of the year, and I slept through all the other parties.
Frankie: Well, did you even ask them about your desk? Yeah, sorry to bring the party down, everybody, but we're looking for Axl's desk. It looks like one of these three. Wait. Why are there three in here? 305! This is it!
Scott: Oh, yeah, dude. I borrowed your desk.
Axl: Oh.
Frankie: Sorry to break up the party, but I need to take this desk. [all groaning]
Scott: Whoa! Whoa, whoa! So, I'll make you a deal, mom. Hit the next shotdesk is yours. Otherwise, it's ours for the night.
[The students are stunned as Frankie makes the shot]
Frankie: [to Axl] What do you think I did in college?