They might be naked in there; I wouldn't know, having not seen the freezer.

Hopefully, we both get into exactly where we're supposed to be. And I don't mean that in the sense of "oh, everyone goes where it's right for them, even if you don't think it is" -- I've always felt this is a stupid way to keep from feeling bad for yourself, and not very realistic. I mean, hopefully I get into Stanford and you get into Berkeley. Because those freezing naked admissions directors are stupider than I thought if we don't get in.