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Previously on Greek ...

What the hell are you doing?

Evan isn't capable of being a decent friend.

He is sneaky and manipulative

and you cannot trust him.

I need something more than just fun.

- So, are we... - Broken up?

Yeah. I guess so.

I move to overturn Rule 16A,

which states that removal from office

precludes the removed party from ever seeking that office again.

The only vote I care about is for president,

and I'm happy to have you challenge me for that fair and square,

because I cannot wait to kick your ass.

Due to limited storage space,

we will now be deleting our season pass

of Days of Our Lives.

- I'm very, very sorry, Beaver. - I'll miss you, Marlena.

On to the next item on the agenda.

I think we're at the elbow.

You know you need to moisturize, Pickle. This is just disgusting.

Oh, right. OK.

Dust off your tuxes, gentlemen,

it's spring formal season. Which means next week

we'll be having what we call at Kappa Tau...

The prom.

As president, appointing the chairman of the prom committee

is one of my special duties.

Yeah. Duties.

I take this responsibility very seriously.

Now, this chosen one must possess organizational prowess,

an acute attention to detail

and the ability to tie balloons without popping them.

Now, this year one lone Kappa Tau stood out.

Shiningg like a lighthouse, guiding our prom safely into the harbor.

Now, that one Kappa Tau is, of course, none other than...

Excuse me. My shoe's untied.

Let's give it up for Rusty Cartwright.

Thanks, guys.

I'm gonna throw the best prom ever.

So, we'll probably have,

- like, three subcommittees. - All right! Meeting adjourned.

I can't believe I own this many formal dresses.

- Who knew I was so fancy? - Have you finalized the menu?

Maybe I should just wear the white strapless.

But if I do, I can only drink clear liquids.

- Did you confirm with the hotel? - Yeah.

See, I would wear the silver halter,

but I don't have time to shape my shoulders.

- Damn my credit crunch. - You booked the DJ, right?

Oh, my God. Music!

- I knew I forgot something! - What? Really?

No, not really!

This is not my first time at the spring formal rodeo.

What's with all the micromanaging?

It's like I'm on The Apprentice : Sorority Edition.

I just want everything to be perfect.

Our formal is the last social event before the election.

If it goes off without a hitch, the sisterhood

will want to continue my reign of terror-bly awesome parties.

Parties that won't be planned by me.

'Cause after this formal, I am done,

so next year I can actually bring a date and enjoy it.

- Let's head down for dinner. - You're definitely flying solo?

I'm juggling so many logistical issues,

bringing a date would just complicate matters.

Besides, I don't have a Max.

I know, but Max's

first ZBZ function is Spring Formal. It's like he's just picked up

a ping-pong paddle and I'm throwing him into Wimbledon.

Case, he's socially awkward.

Not "special."

And finally ladies, allow me to introduce...

Hunter. He is a 6'1" junior from Columbus

who plays lacrosse, speaks conversational German,

and for the past three summers worked as a greeter at Abercrombie.

Please list your top three

Omega Chi bachelors in numerical order.

Evan and I will do everything we can

to match you up with one of your favorites.

Remember, ladies,

we are the top sorority on campus.

We deserve to be on the arms of the finest men.

Your satisfaction is guaranteed.

I can vouch for that.

Greek 2x07 Formally Yours

Benj! & Kasius

Can I have your attention, ladies?

I have your Omega Chi formal dates.

Oh, wait, wait, whoa.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

There were more sisters than Omega Chis,

so three girls didn't get matched.

Holly, Greta, and Reagan.

I'm so sorry, girls.

But the good news is, Evan is throwing

this after-party at the Omega Chi house for all of us.

Get ready to party till dawn!

So, Big Sis, what's the plan?

I don't know. I thought I'd start with a bana,

- then move on to the yogurt. - Come on.

I know you've got a scheme to counter Frannie's boy bribery.

Not at all. I think it's political pandering at its worst.

- It's shameless. - Right? Thank you.

Rebecca, I got you that soccer player you wanted.

Thanks, Frannie.

Anything for our little R-Lo.

You don't think this stunt will help you in the election, do you?

Oh, my little, um, pit bull,

this will win the election for me.

Because you got a few girls a date?

No, because Evan did.

I'm showing our sisters

that, when they vote for me, they get a little extra bonus gift of...

of manly macho goodness.

This election is between us, Frannie, not our boyfriends.

You really are a natural blonde.

No, it's OK. Thank you.

Hey, Dale, do you know where I can rent a disco ball?

Try the Party Palace over on Fourth.

Ask for Marvin. Tell him old D-Dawg sent you.

He helped me trim my last U-SAG ball.

- What are you planning? - The K-T Spring Formal,

which means crepe paper, balloons...

- Sounds like a prom. - So I've heard.

- I didn't get to go to the prom. - Dateless?

No, I had this Boy Scout Jamboree that weekend.

Anyway, this formal's gonna be my chance to make up for missing it.

I mean, there has to be a reason

why every teen movie ends at the prom.

Usually because that's when they decide to

give into temptation and have premarital sex.

I don't think there will be any of that.

It's a blind date.

Beaver set me up with his cousin's...

sister's girlfriend. He says she's cute.

Here. This is the picture he sent me.

She's a cow.

No, she's the one milking the cow.

Very impressive.

I've got the tux,

I've got the date.

The stage is set for a night

of epic romance, and I need some.

I mean, I started off this year making out with a girl

while it rained beer, and all I've gotten lately is crabs.

What did you say?

Abs.

Rock-hard abs.

From the sit-ups I've been doing because of no dating.

Nice weather, huh?

Very low humidity.

Well, I shouldn't let my heart rate drop.

Yeah, I'd hate to stand between you and physical fitness.

Is that my shirt?

Well, can I have it back?

Now?

It's kind of my lucky shirt.

Having trouble getting lucky?

- Cute. - Tell you what.

You can have this back when you return my travel toothbrush.

I hope I haven't stood in the way of any overnight visits.

My itinerary's no longer your concern.

How about we set up a hostage exchange?

How do I know you haven't thrown my toothbrush away?

How do I know you haven't stretched my lucky shirt?

Lauren?

- Lorelei? - Correct.

Personal information.

She is from Ta...

... ahassee. Tallahassee! She's from Tallahassee, of course.

And she wants to be a...

Porn star?

A plastic surgeon!

You can do this. You memorized the Periodic Table.

I know you can handle 50 sority girls.

Tell me again why we're doing this.

This formal won't be all fun and games.

With the election next week, we're in the middle of campaign season,

so we're gonna have to work the room a little bit.

Think of these as handy helpers.

And if you get stuck, just bring up current events or something.

Hey, there, Case.

You must be Max. Evan Chambers.

Yes. Hi, I'm Max.

Well, you already knew that.

Right.

Well, Evan, thanks for dropping by.

You might want to get a reusable water bottle.

Excuse me?

Your water bottle? They say the average person uses

166 disposable plastic bottles of water per year,

and that only about 20 percent of them actually end up being recycled.

That's fascinating.

It's like, it's an environment thing. Environment.

A current event, you might say.

Hey, you know, here I was, just trying to stay hydrated.

I'll see both you guys at the formal.

- Max, awesome meeting you. - You... Yeah.

That was bad, wasn't it?