the right boyfriend, bam !
ln six weeks, she's the one
being crowned prom queen.
- You're serious ?
- As a heart attack.
You're clearly delusional. But how
about a chance to prove me wrong ?
Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on. Dean,
Dean, Dean. The boy's buggin' here.
You're taking advantage of a friend
in a vulnerable situation.
Gee, that's swell, Preston.
A fifth of Chivas and a uterus
and you could be my mom.
No, seriously.
The guy thinks he could do anything.
Let him prove it.
- What do you say, Zack ?
- A bet ?
Yeah. Unless, of course,
you're too heartbroken.
- Just name the terms.
- All right, it's simple.
l'll pick the girl, and you got six
weeks to turn her into the prom queen.
Okay, okay, we get it, okay ?
- Everybody has a big jimmy.
Now can we just--
- You got it.
- All right. Let's go shopping.
- [ Laughing ]
Oh, man, this is
gonna be so much fun.
- [ Preston ] What about her ?
- [ Dean ] Nah, l don't think so.

- [ Girl ] l mean it's still scabbing.
See, l saved it.
- How about this one ?
A-Are you sure about Bubbles ?
Nah, we can do
better than that.
[ Zack ]
What about her ?
Rectal archaeology. Very nice.
Stupid, stupid, stupid,
stupid, stupid.
[ Gasps ]
Gentlemen, we have a winner.
[ Zack ]
What, Laney Boggs ?
Uh-uh ! No.
No, no, no, no.
Hey, a bet's a bet.
Right, Preston ?
Hey, man, this is
between you guys.
- [ Laughing ]
- [ Exhales ]
Look, fat l can handle.
Weird boobs, bad personality,
maybe some sort of fungus.
Come on. Scary and inaccessible
is another story.
Hey, man, if l were you,
l wouldn't be wasting my time,
'cause by my calculations
you got six weeks until the prom.
And if-- if Laney Boggs
is gonna be queen,
l'd say you pretty much got
your work cut out for you.