Jeff:: Can we stop walking in slo-mo now?
Abed: 20 more yards.
Pierce: You guys are walking in slo-mo?
Troy: How do you know it was our design, we submitted it anonymously. Whoops.
Dean: One of you actually came forward.
*everyone looks at Annie
Jeff: If NASA ever needs someone to keep an arrow inside of a moving rectangle, I know who I’d recommend.
Troy: There is a time and a place for subtlety, and that time was before Scary Movie.
Britta: How many schools would let you get a degree in theoretical phys-ed?
Abed: Here. Right next to the truck stop with three thumbs.
Dean: Those aren’t thumbs.
Troy: Pierce has got space madness or he’s just old or something.
Troy: We are 40 light years outside of the buttermilk nebula, although it’s possible that … yeah, this is a sticker.
Jeff: Pierce. You’re talking to an Atari cartridge. Sit down.
Jeff: Can we just take a mental step backwards and realize we’re simply in a Winnebago?
Britta: Hey! Look for the handle, there’s got to be a handle on the door.
Shirley: You don’t know that, it was the ’80s. Everybody who made this was on cocaine.
Jeff: You know, this is classic Greendale. That place deserves an anus flag.