Steve, Lizzie, and Rachel seat themselves in the Frosh Pit lounge and dig in for the night, ready to tackle their papers. The following all-nighter montage may be one of my favorite montages yet, and since it's currently 3 AM while I type, it's not without a prick of relevance. Rachel begins by gingerly highlighting a few lines in her textbook Steve, his nose buried in Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged, decides, "This isn't that bad!" Lizzie dumps coffee and Coke into an enormous bowl. "This is actually really good," Steve says, now reading the CliffsNotes. Rachel meticulously paints her fingernails with liquid paper while Steve proclaims, "Anthony Hopkins reads this great!" and waves a book-on-tape of the Rand novel. Forming a long chain of colorful paper clips, Rachel is shown wearing not only several such necklaces, but a giant papal-style hat fashioned from legal paper and florescent Post-It notes. She looks like the Queen of Office Depot. Lizzie gobbles caffeine pills and swigs her Coke-and-coffee brew. Rachel's highlighting has hit a manic level; she's marked every line of every page, reducing her textbook to a giant, soggy yellow mess. Steve nibbles a pen, which promptly explodes blue ink all over the corner of his mouth. "I just read fifty pages and I don't remember a word of it," Lizzie giggles. "There's...it's not a test, it's a paper," she then babbles. "I think I'll...go back...or maybe...I could flip ahead. It's like my body's awake, but my mind is asleep." Her speech is strung together from a series of quick cuts underscoring her jittery state. She's a caffeinated monstrosity. "I'm going to take a nap!" she announces, too loudly. Cut to her looking completely catatonic, eyes open but body unmoving. Rachel jogs her awake. Steve leaps awake, too. "Anthony Hopkins is yelling!" he shouts, wiping blue ink all over his left cheek.