Hey, Noga.
You want to be friends?
Mr. Barone?
Would you like me to put an "F"
in my grade book right now?

No, ma'am.
Now as I was saying,
if you've taken good notes...

Iike Mr. Shapiro over here...
you will have no problem
on tomorrow's test.

Don't worry. I'll photocopy them
after school...

and you can pick them up
at my place.

Thanks, Noga.
You know,
you're a really cool girl.

Victor used to always say that
note-taking was for suckers.

His motto was: Why take notes
when there's always a girl...

willing to give it up for free?
I stand here before you
knee-deep in the bullshit.

I don't get it, man.
None of the girls are willing
to give up their notes.

It's like they all of a sudden
have self-esteem.

That's impossible.
It's a little possible.
It was Julie.
It doesn't make sense.
Why should we keep giving
our notes to the boys?

Do you want some boy
who's not Shapiro...

taking your admission spot
from your reach school?

But just because we're giving
them notes doesn't mean that--

And they will not be
your friends...

in five years when they're
in a penthouse in Manhattan...

and you're sitting
in an apartment in the dark...

because you can't pay
your electric bill.

She got waitlisted.
I'm on a waiting list
because of them.

She's taking it pretty hard.
We are not whores.
We are not whores.
She got to every single girl.
She is good.
We are not whores!
We are not whores!
Hey, what about Shapiro?
What do you think, Shapiro?
I'm not a whore.
I hate Shapiro.
I should kick his ass.
My money's on Shapiro.
The book. We should only
be tested on what's in the book.