The night before his big medical school interview, a promising student celebrates his 21st birthday with his two best friends.

Miller: Oh, my God! Did we just kill Jeff Chang again?
Miller: Yeah, she's cute, but she's not my type.
Casey: What is your type?
Miller: Girls who want to have sex with me.
Jeff Chang: That's my laptop.
Julian: Get a desktop, bitch!
Jeff Chang: Hey, why is there a teddy bear glued to my penis?
Miller: No idea, no idea how that could have happened.
Casey: Don't ask about my sister, she's 16.
Miller: Well, yeah, but in the real world she's really like 18.
Casey: No, in the real world she's 16.
Nicole: So, I take it you're not in a frat?
Casey: No, because I'm not angry and secretly gay.
Casey: Aren't we a little too old to be doing the whole music festival thing?
Miller: I don't know, Casey, are we too old to have fun times?
Casey: No.
Miller: Are we too old to spend a week enjoying 250 bands play seminal music of our generation? Are we too old to drop acid and make love to white chicks with dreadlocks?
Jeff Chang: I don't like dreadlocks.
Miller: Are we too old to take handfuls of ecstasy and dance around in fur, with other people in fur?
Casey: Yes! We're too old for all of those things.
Miller: No, let's get that little fucker home.