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His name's Richard. He's premed. Van, you have a 1:30 with the swim team. On it. - You have an assistant? - Yes, I do.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

8.8s

You Van Wilder? The strip club owner got tired of using his B squad... so he came back for the starting lineup. Topless Tutors was dead.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

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Mail it in! Mail it in. Van, you must make four monthly payments of $5,000 each. I'm sorry, Taj. I'm gonna have to let you go. I don't have the resources to pay for your services anymore. A good soldier does not leave his commander... just because he lies wounded, arms torn off at the sockets... intestines spilling out onto the mud, picked at by the birds. I will stay on at no charge. Okay. Exactly how much money do you have? - He has only $34. - Damn, Van! What the hell you gonna do with $34, man?

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

11.3s

Freshman year. I'll get the others. - Wait. There are more of these? - Actually, there are many more. It seems Mr. Wilder didn't quite come out of his shell... until mid-sophomore year.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

7.2s

Cytosine. Nothin' but net, my man. Now remember, before any final, take a pregame dump.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

2.2s

It's the moment of truth, people.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

12.6s

- What? - In other school news... we have an update on the "Wilder Watch." The rigorous day has been a success for Van the man. Five finals in the can with Professor McDoogle's advanced econ final to go.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

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- Dr. Brown. - This is something of a formality. We just want to get to know you better. And Dr. Smelnick.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

6.4s

Jesus. This is some pad you got here. Decorated in early fuck.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

10.4s

Oh, my God! - Vile. - Oh, it burns!

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

1.5s

I'm bleeding!

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

14.2s

Well, I made it a point to personally come down here, Wilder. I wanted to give you the results of your test firsthand. And just as I expected... you succeeded. - Ninety-one percent. - What?

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

2.9s

Relax, guys. They're just Doritos.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

5.6s

Gwenny, I'm just saying that they're a match. Just like you and me.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

2.4s

That ought to be enough to get you started.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

11.4s

I'm all out of love I'm so lost without you I know you were right believing for so long You must be Gwen-- the truck driver.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

7.9s

Why don't you go "release" your own pressure? And just so we're clear, I'm telling you to go fuck yourself!.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

3.7s

I hate to break this to you, Ming, but you ain't Asian.

National Lampoon's Van Wilder

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His name's Richard. He's premed. Van, you have a 1:30 with the swim team. On it. - You have an assistant? - Yes, I do.

You Van Wilder? The strip club owner got tired of using his B squad... so he came back for the starting lineup. Topless Tutors was dead.

Freshman year. I'll get the others. - Wait. There are more of these? - Actually, there are many more. It seems Mr. Wilder didn't quite come out of his shell... until mid-sophomore year.

Cytosine. Nothin' but net, my man. Now remember, before any final, take a pregame dump.

It's the moment of truth, people.

- What? - In other school news... we have an update on the "Wilder Watch." The rigorous day has been a success for Van the man. Five finals in the can with Professor McDoogle's advanced econ final to go.

- Dr. Brown. - This is something of a formality. We just want to get to know you better. And Dr. Smelnick.

Jesus. This is some pad you got here. Decorated in early fuck.

Oh, my God! - Vile. - Oh, it burns!

I'm bleeding!

Well, I made it a point to personally come down here, Wilder. I wanted to give you the results of your test firsthand. And just as I expected... you succeeded. - Ninety-one percent. - What?

Relax, guys. They're just Doritos.

Gwenny, I'm just saying that they're a match. Just like you and me.

That ought to be enough to get you started.

I'm all out of love I'm so lost without you I know you were right believing for so long You must be Gwen-- the truck driver.

Why don't you go "release" your own pressure? And just so we're clear, I'm telling you to go fuck yourself!.

I hate to break this to you, Ming, but you ain't Asian.