Danielle Fishel

Maybe he's right.

Maybe we don't have to tell anyone.

Too late.

We sent a copy of your marriage certificate to the office of the university president.

Jack flaunts the paper in their faces and Topanga is flabbergasted.

How could you do this to us?

On cue, blonde triplets wearing only bath towels pop out of the dorm room across the hall.

Hi, Jack.

Hi, Professor Matthews.

The trio cozy up to the boys, and Jack suggests they take a look at the co-ed bathroom, and the girls agree they could use a shower.

Jack pulls up his shirt to flaunt them abs and to claim some non-existent dirt to clean.

The inmates go crazy as Eric counts the number of sisters to make sure everyone knows there are three.

On their way into the bathroom, he turns around one last time.

You can't live here anymore, son.

Get out.

Topanga can't believe it.

How could he do such a horrible thing to your own brother?

An impressed Corey tells her, believe me, Topanga, it was the right move.

She rolls her eyes.

College educated people here on this Zoom, of which I am not one.