Whaddya say, boys?
Lunch?
Uh, you two go ahead.
I'll catch up after my cigarette.
All right, see youNat the cafeteria.
Mr. Wells.
Call me Zach.
We've had sex, for Christ's sake.
So that's what that was all about.
All what?
That interrogation.
Well, you survivedNit, didn't you?
So what do you want now?
Do you think I'm gonna fail?
You have everything you need to get ahead...
Smarts, charm, looks.
Everything, huh?
You know, I can't stop thinking about you.
I feel like you really see me.
Why can't you just relyNon talent, on hard work?
Look, I'm not stupid.
I know it's all about who you know.
You think you're always gonna be able to get ahead...
by breaking the rules, use blow jobs and blackmail?
What happens when you run intoNa player who's just using you?
Do you sell him your dreams?
We still talking about me?
Who are you anyway?
You know, nobody here knows you.
So who'd you sleep with to get this gig?
I'm just the guy...
who can torpedo your shot at stardom.
No.
See, I'm gonna count on the audience...
for Judas Kiss tomorrow night,
and the other two votes on that panel.
The kid cheated.
I know.
Make things right.
Where's my dad staying?
College Inn.