Ramsy: [narration] A major part of my life education involved the discovery of Donnie's collection of Playboy magazines. Before college, I had certainly heard of Playboy. What teenage boy hadn't? But I never had the opportunity to study the magazine like I wanted to. My mother would have never understood. Ramsy: Want a beer? Joy: Oh, I-I already have one, but you should get one. [Buck arrives with a cup of beer] Buck: Easy, Rams, baby. Here you go, big guy; some much needed elixir to celebrate your passing over the guarded threshold of life. [Buck pats Ramsy on the back] Buck: Enjoy. Donnie: How's it go? The party was going great, and all the boys were feeling Mary. Mary had to leave, so they all jumped for Joy. [Joy and Ramsy sit outside of Ryan Hall in each other's caress as they listen to the afternoon bells] Joy: The chimes sound nice. Ramsy: Yeah, they do. I've gotten used to them. Joy: Sometimes we take nice things for granted. Buck: Psst... Ramsy. Ramsy, wake up. Ramsy! [Ramsy opens his eyes] Buck: Were you having a nightmare? What were you dreaming about? Ramsy: Football. Uh, I was playing football. Buck: Yeah, right. Ramsy: Right. Buck: The way you sounded, you must have scored! Buck: Grades are for crap. Ramsy: Buck, you only say that 'cause your grades are crappy. Buck: It's what you know and how you feel that's important. Buck: That's a tough question. That's what I like about you, Ramsy. You always ask the hard ones. Most guys have roommates that ask easy questions like, "How do you circumcise a mosquito?"