Greek

- Previously... - I don't even wanna think

- about me and Casey anymore. - Maybe I can help.

We need to talk.

You still wanna move back into the house? Then do it.

That senator Logan could do so much for us.

I used to see everything in terms of whether it would piss off my parents.

You like to walk on the wild side!

I just don't want people to think I was dating you to get to her.

- What is it exactly you see in her? - She like me for me.

I want to rush a fraternity.

Who would choose to hang out with a bunch of drunkards whose goal in life

is to fornicate on as many vapid sorority girls as possible?

- I'm gonna pray for you. - Do you have any brothers or sisters?

- Not really. - She can't tell anyone about me?

You have your world and I have mine.

Gentlemen!

We are at the threshold of an invasion

by a vast and powerful army,

an international force that strikes fear

and awe into the hearts of the bravest among us.

It's an Omega Chi retaliation.

Freshmen parents' weekend.

Now, as tradition dictates, every house on Greek row hosts

some sort of event for your folks to enjoy.

And to let them see the money they drop on dues every semester

- is being well-spent. - As usual,

we at Kappa Tau host our annual barbecue.

And as usual, preparation of said events falls on your...

at times questionable shoulders.

- Am I hearing whining? - I think you are.

Freshmen parents' weekend.

Freshmen do the work.

And even if it wasn't, need I remind you... pledges.

Now, the very nature of this event is entirely up to you.

You gonna clean up, you gonna put a little extra effort in,

make it all spiffy for mom and pa?

Or are you gonna show yourselves off in your natural habitat

and fly that Kappa Tau flag freely?

- We're flying our flag? - Come on.

This ain't high school anymore. We do what we want when we want.

Who cares what our parents think? As pledge class president,

I say no cleaning.

And we'll heat up some hot dogs... maybe.

Both my parents are professors.

I don't think they're exactly gonna appreciate the Kappa Tau flag.

Your pledge brothers have chosen.

Besides, what are your parents going to expect, really?

You told them about us.

What do you mean, mom and dad don't know about Kappa Tau?

I know you talked about it over break. Would you just...

Sorry. We did.

I just haven't told them any real specifics.

So what do they know?

- They think it's a service fraternity. - A service fraternity?

- The Kappa Tau service. - The beer industry.

I've never lied to mom and dad before. How can I tell them the truth?

You know how they feel about the Greek system, especially mom.

- It's a dangerous distraction... - From academics and your future.

I've heard. If you need a living, breathing example

of someone who manages to survive without parental approval...

Look no further.

Maybe you can help me explain it to them.

Come on, they've accepted your involvement at ZBZ.

First, "accepted" isn't the word I'd use,

and secondly, this whole weekend is about you, little man.

I'll be entertaining a senator and his wife,

which means press coverage.

Which means nationals will be all over it.

Which means I don't have time to manage Karen and Russell.

Just tell them the truth.

Dad'll give you his stern, yet understanding frown.

Mom will just put her hand on her chest and look disappointed and judgmental.

- You can take it. - Yeah, you're right.

I'm a big boy. I can do this. I'm gonna tell 'em the truth.

I'm gonna tell 'em the Kappa Taus are a regular fraternity.

They don't give a crap about academics, and they like to party.

Flight 510 from Chicago has arrived at Gate number 3.

Look, in 47 hours and 11 minutes,

we'll be back here sending them

home to Chicago.

I can't tell them the truth. It's gonna kill them.

- There's my little big man! - I missed you.

I missed you too. You look great.

How are you? You look lovely.

- That's wonderful. - I know.

I'm so excited to spend some time with you guys.

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Where are the spoons? And we need extra forks, please.

Could you put this back in the fridge?

It'll be sour by the time everyone gets here this afternoon.

Is there anything I can do to help? What's Senator Logan's ETA?

- Did you speak with him directly? - His aide confirmed this morning.

They know when the tea is starting.

If you ever need anyone to delegate, you can just delegate out to...

Sorry. Overstepping.

Aren't you excited, though? We're hosting a US Senator and his wife.

A man who every day makes decisions that effect great change for this nation.

- I have a million questions. - My only question for them

is at what age did they have Rebecca's horns and demon tail removed?

Right.

So I'm surprised the Omega Chis haven't tried to get in on the senator action.

Ashleigh heard they're taking parents to Canyon Lake for a weekend retreat.

So... you haven't been in touch with Evan

- since the mixer. - Not really.

- Why? - No reason.

I'll go make sure that the cream is safe and chilled.

- She making you crazy? - She's not.

Just a reminder.

My mother likes chamomile tea with a twist of lemon,

and my father hates biscotti.

This is the first I'm hearing about the biscotti.

Breathe. This is manageable.

We'll just separate the biscotti out

like the loser crouton cookie-wannabes they are.

- And everything's gonna be fine. - Thank you.

So what about your parents? Are they gonna come by?

They missed our freshmen parents' weekend 'cause you got sick.

And then I miraculously got well

- when they decided not to come. - Yeah, that was crazy.

- And I am so stupid. - No, you're not. You're not stupid.

You just have great, nonjudgmental parents that you never lie to.

You can't imagine other people lying to theirs.

- But you're awesome. - But I'm not Rusty.

They get him. They don't get me.

- They don't get the whole greek thing. - But they're okay with the KTs?

That is Rusty's problem.

Me? I'm on tap for a few meals this weekend, and that's it.

Which is exactly how I want it.

Does anyone like biscotti?

A student photography exhibit?

Love that.

And Professor Bernstein is doing a Tai Chi demonstration.

When are you taking 'em over to your house of ill repute?

I don't think they'll find that as interesting as...

the parents' fireside chat at Lockhart Pavilion.

That's good. You're embarrassed. Means your conscience is kicking in.

I'm not embarrassed, Dale.

It's just not part of my life they'd understand.

When I told my parents about your descent into the Greek sect,

my mother cried, my father said "GD" for the first time in his life.

- Why'd you tell them? - 'Cause they're my best friends.

Kettlewells!

Come here!

- You look wonderful, sugar toes. - You always say that, mom.

And she always means it.

- Now, how are you, son? - I'm wonderful.

This is Norma. I'm Fred.

You must be Rusty.

Nice to meet you.

We've heard a lot about you.

- What's that? - An air mattress.

You know, 'cause of my dad's sciatica, he can't just sleep on the floor.

- They're sleeping here? - They're only here for two days.

We want to spend as much time together as possible.

Great...

I just didn't realize they were bunking with us.

We're very tolerant people, Rusty.

I see you're getting a lot of mileage out of your granddad's flag.

He'd be proud.

What's it like being a senator's daughter?

- What's it like being a hippie's son? - My parents are too young to be ones.

They're free spirits.

And hemp connoisseurs.

And there's nothing special about being their son.

Neither is being a senator's daughter.

Except for the money, the power, the prestige, the press.

The restriction, the phonies, the scrutiny.

You make it sound a lot more fun than I do.

Can we please not talk about my family?

Look, I just want some pre-introduction stats.

Like is your father a cigar guy or an "all smoking is bad" guy?

Or is he into golf or team sports? What about your mom?

- Is she... - You're not gonna meet them, okay?

I just don't wanna do the whole meet the parents thing.

I was just thinking we could have a nice meal

with some amuse-bouche, something poached, maybe chutneyed.

I'm sorry.

This is new, and it's nice.

And I don't wanna jam it under the parent microscope yet.

- Is that all right? - Yeah. Yeah, fine.

Sure. Your call.

So you ready to work off this massive brunch?

Here.

What's this?

- What an extensive selection of events. - Honey, look!

It's an astronomical introduction to the night sky.

I'd love to hear their take on Pluto. Stupid dwarf planet.

And then after lunch, we have this fun...

geological walking tour of the campus.

And then there's an open house at the engineering department.

We have an historical walking tour of the campus,

a special lecture on cyberspace and metapolitics,

dinner...

Then bed.

- Casey, will you be joing us today? - You know, I would love to.

Cyber-politics and meta-space are always hard to pass up.

But I am slammed this weekend.

And I figured freshmen parents' weekend.

You being the parents, Rusty being the freshman...