10th May 2014
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Six Seasons and a Movie
It’s the phrase that will live with the show and Dan Harmon forever. It started as a joke (about The Cape and Cougar Town) but evolved into a battle cry and a mantra. It’s not “just a hashtag”. It represents more. It’s Community. It’s about the creative, weird, passionate, broken people, that feel like outcasts in the world, being able to find a place and plant their butt flag down. It means that you can be yourself and still succeed and get what you deserve from the powers that be. You don’t have to be “The Big Bang Theory” or Jim Belushi (man, that guy’s really taken a hit from this show). You don’t have to do the same thing every week till you die.
Too many people are talking about the show as if it’s dead. But remember:
- Arrested Development, Netflix
- Veronica Mars, Movie
- Futurama, Comedy Central
- Scrubs, ABC
- Cougar Town, TBS
- Friday Night Lights, Direct TV
These are shows, just off the top of my head, that found second life on other networks/outlets. If any one show ever deserved a new season, it’s Community.
The quantitative ratings are low, sure, but no other network show will give you more fans that will subscribe to Hulu Plus and buy the DVDs, contribute to a Kickstarter and buy a theater ticket. This is our show. And it’s not over.
22nd April 2014
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And that’s canon.
The asteroid’s in your court, NBC. 👍
20th February 2014
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2x08 - Cooperative Calligraphy
- Troy: Does anyone know how long it takes papier-mache to dry?
- Jeff: Three hours longer than it took Duncan to think up this assignment.
- Annie: I think he's really gonna appreciate the extra work we did expanding our evolutionary chart. Oh, Britta, can you hold up the final stage of humanity?
- Britta: I still think that man is going to evolve into woman. Not a dragon monster with three legs.
- Pierce: Three legs?
- Jeff: Well, it's been real. At least the paste smell has. But I have a date to catch. Or should I say a catch to date?
- Britta: Oof, I hope you just came up with that.
- Dean: Look out! Drive-by deaning! No, I'm kidding. Just a non-violent verbal reminder, our local shelter is having a puppy parade this afternoon!
- All: Ohh!
- Troy: Aw, I wanna lick it!
- Dean: I expect all of you to lend a paw! Except you Jeffrey, I know you've got a catch to date!
- Jeff: Oh, like you're famous for your wit.
- Abed: Puppy parade?
- Troy: I am in! I wanna see if those wiener dogs are born that way, or if they start off normal and then get wiener!
- Annie: Abed, did you pick up my pen? It's a purple pen with a gel grip?
- Abed: Nope. I'm strictly mechanical pencils these days.
- Pierce: More relatable?
- Annie: It was just here!
- Abed: You okay, Annie? Chocolate?
- Shirley: Would you like me to push you to the parade, Pierce?
- Pierce: Oh, no thanks. I don't want people to think of me as a handicap. If anything, this chair makes me more than a human! You move it by blowing into this, uh, tube here. It's the most expensive one. I outbid three hospitals for this baby and it was worth every penny.
- Shirley: Oh. Oh!
- Annie: Wait! Please, just wait. I'm sorry, but I need to know who took my pen.
- Britta: Uh... Sorry, I don't see it.
- Jeff: Yeah. Sorry Annie.
- Annie: No! Not “Sorry Annie”! We passed “Sorry Annie” three pens ago! I keep bringing pens and you guys keep taking them and I'm afraid I am putting my foot down.
- Shirley: Okay. Well now Annie has made it clear that this is an issue so from now on, we need to be more respectful of her things. Okay? Okay.
- Abed: Cool.
- Annie: No!!!
- Jeff: Alright. Not on the floor. So whoever accidentally took-
- Annie: Not accidentally! Accidents don't just happen over and over and over again! Okay, this isn't budget daycare!
- Jeff: Okay, whoever insidiously and with great malice aforethought abducted Annie's pen, confess, repent and relinquish so we can leave.
- Troy: Maybe nobody took it. Sometimes I think I lost something really important to me and it turns out I already ate it.
- Annie: I didn't eat my pen, Troy. I know I brought it, and now it's gone. Ah! I took a photo! Aha! Aha. I'm zooming... See? See?! I took this then minutes ago. My pen was on the table! No one has come in our out since. One of you has my pen right now.
- Jeff: Annie. It's a pen.
- Annie: It's not a pen! It's a principle!
- Troy: Ugh.
- All: Ah!!
- Troy: Not a good time to get a stick of gum. Okay
- Abed: Are we going to the puppy parade or not? Cause it's starting to feel like a bottle episode.
- Pierce: Again with the TV crap! Hey, meatball, did you take Annie's pen to make life more like Benny Hill or whatever you do?
- Annie: Abed?
- Abed: I wouldn't to that. I hate bottle episodes. They're wall-to-wall facial expression and emotional nuance. I might as well sit in the corner with a bucket on my head.
- Britta: Well, I have a photography project to finish and my grandmother's hands aren't gonna take close-ups of themselves, hasta la later.
- Annie: Hm!
- Britta: Was that “hm!” directed at me?
- Annie: If the “hm!” fits!
- Britta: I don't have your pen, Annie.
- Annie: I'm always lending you supplies, you never come prepared!
- Britta: If it's so important to you, here, have my pen.
- Jeff: That's my pen.
- Annie: Ah!
- Britta: Well, whatever people, they're just things!
- Annie: Since they're just things, I don't suppose you mind letting us have quick look-see inside your bag!
- Britta: Oh, I'd very much mind, Annie. There's no such thing as a “quick” invasion of civil liberties.
- All: Ugh!
- Pierce: Oh, man.
- Britta: Oh, it all starts with a quick look-see into someone's bag, and then it's a quick peeka-roony at our phone records, and before you can say “1984” the thought police are forcy-worcing you to bend and spread!
- Jeff: Bend and spread, are the thought police gonna make love to us?
- Troy: Do they find thoughts in our butts? I knew I should've read that book!
- Annie: Britta, stop using the constitution as a baby blanket. Last week, she invoked the Freedom Of Information Act to request photocopies of my notes.
- Jeff: Huh, that's pretty good!
- Britta: Well, excuse me for living free!
- Pierce: Come on, stoney, we all know the pen's in your bag!
- Annie: Yeah, come one!
- Jeff: Come on, dump it.
- Britta: Happy?!
- Jeff: Not if that's a used Q-tip.
- Annie: Ew!
- Abed: Woah!
- Pierce: Gross!
- Britta: Yeah, gross. Welcome to the gross business of martial law. Welcome, to what used to be individuality, seized and disintegrated by cowardly group-think. Welcome my friends, welcome to the machine!
- Jeff: Well, Annie, it looks like you were wrong. Britta does come prepared for one thing.
- Annie: Oh!
- Jeff: Or six. Big weekend?
- Britta: Can't complain.
- Pierce: Razzle-pazazzle!
- Dean: Attention students! The puppy parade is starting on the quad! Better come quick, with every moment these puppies grow older and less deserving of our attention.
- Britta: Woah woah woah! Where do you people think you're going?
- Troy: Uh, have you ever gone to a puppy parade halfway through, Britta? It is pointless.
- Britta: Then you clearly stole the pen. The Patriot Act cuts both ways.
- Annie: Ah!
- Jeff: Actually, it's pretty one-sided. That's kinda the point.
- Britta: Here's my point. Whoever the pen-thief is just stood there and watched me get guantanamoed, and I'd like to know who it is, so I can let them know that they have lost my trust forever.
- Abed: It's a bottle episode.
- Shirley: Britta, we're sorry we embarrassed you and looked at your prophylactic equipment, your lifestyle mistakes are none of your business.
- Britta: Oh, thanks, Shirley! But now let's rustle through your tampons and wallet so we can apologize to you.
- Shirley: Oh, I'm sure everybody here knows that I don't steal!
- Annie: Have you checked your bag, Shirley? If you took it by mistake I forgive you!
- Shirley: Aw!
- Britta: Oh, so if I took it, it's larceny, but if you find it under Mother Hen, it's a mistake!
- Shirley: Mother Hen?! I think we're about the same age!
- Britta: Sure, unless time is linear!
- Shirley: I'll make your ass linear.
- Britta: That doesn't make any sense.
- Shirley: I'll make your ass sense.
- Pierce: Girls, don't get your panties puckered. We all know what we're really thinking. If, and I mean if, the culprit is among us, statistically speaking, it's Troy.
- Jeff: Yes! We were all just thinking that. In 1856.
- Troy: 1856! What if a ghost took the pen!
- Shirley: Please forgive him.
- Troy: For what?
- Pierce: For stealing the pen, dummy.
- Troy: Why would I take her pen, I don't even like having my own! It's probably under one of Pierce's casts, he uses everything to itch his legs! We're on our third DVD remote!
- Pierce: If I took the pen, I'd say so!
- Troy: You probably forgot. You've been popping painkillers like tic-tacs.
- Pierce: Oh yeah, right. “Side effects: Verbal dysphasia and octopuss loss.” I don't see anything on this squirrel about memory, Troy.
- Shirley: Now I wanna know who has it!
- Annie: Yeah, nice try Shirley, that doesn't take you off the list. Jeff, you're in charge! I demand you, deal with this.
- Jeff: There's nothing to deal with!
- Abed: I'll say.
- Jeff: Ugh. Okay, alright, alright. Everyone breathe. You know what this is?
- Abed: Yep.
- Jeff: Shut up. This is a normal day with a bunch of friends who are done studying and a pen maybe rolled away.
- Annie: “Rolled away”?!
- Jeff: Or fell down someone's shoe.
- Annie: Let's check shoes!
- Jeff: Annie! Fine. Fine. Someone in this room is hiding your pen. Wanna know why? They feel terrible. They made a mistake. They waited too long to come forward, and now they feel bad.
- Britta: They should.
- Annie: Uh-huh!
- Jeff: Okay, okay. So, pen-thief, we understand what happened, and we forgive you.
- Annie: If you confess and apologize!
- Abed: Yes.
- Troy: Yeah.
- Jeff: Right. But here's the trick. Because this person now has no reason not to come forward, if, by some chance, I get to the count of three, and nobody comes forward, guess what. We have to accept that no one has the pen, don't we?
- All: Hm.
- Jeff: Don't we?!
- All: Hm!
- Jeff: Good. So here we go. One. Two.
- Annie: Ah!
- Jeff: Pierce, you have something to tell us?
- Pierce: Yes. Is it me, or has it become really obvious that Jeff took the pen?
- Annie: Yes!
- Britta: Yeah.
- Abed: Really obvious.
- Jeff: You wanna make a bet, you jerks? Lock down! Abed, seal the doors! Nobody leaves until this pen shows up.
- Abed: I don't like this.
- Jeff: Yeah, tell it to the pen you might have. Gwynnifer? Hi. Yeah, it's me. I can't make it. Well, tell your disappointment to suck it! I'm doing a bottle episode!
- Jeff: Okay. You just become my hero.
- Troy: Thank you.
- Jeff: No pen.
- Annie: I can see that, why do you keep taking that tone with me?
- Britta: Oh, I'll field that. Because if nobody else has this pen, it means at some point you realized you had it and were too embarrassed to say, and we get to kill you.
- Annie: I'm not hiding my own pen you paranoid weirdo! Everybody stay within each other's eyelines, please. One of you's a monster.
- Abed: Me next, right?
- Britta: Hold on. Can we please consider the threshold that we are crossing? We don't trust Abed?
- Annie: He shredded my backpack.
- Troy: He freed my pet monkey.
- Britta: Because we corrupted him! He's our innocent!
- Jeff: He put gum in your hair.
- Britta: Empty the bag, Abed.
- Shirley: Uh, Pierce, you don't have a bag?
- Pierce: Giraffe.
- Shirley: Uh, Jeff, you don't have a bag?
- Jeff: Oh, I could never deprive the world of the portion of my chest the strap would cover.
- Abed: Makes sense. So, what's left? Shirley, a little hugging and crying and then we're done?
- Britta: Wait, Abed, why is my name in here?
- Abed: That's mine.
- Britta: And Shirley's, and Annie's?
- Annie: What is it?
- Britta: Charts, some kind of calendar..?
- Abed: That's my personal private business.
- Britta: “Annie, 4 on, 28 off, next November 10th. Britta, 5 on, 27 off...” Oh my God, are you charting our menstrual cycles?!
- Annie: What?! Gross!
- Shirley: Abed, this is so personal! And so accurate!
- Annie: Abed, this is really creepy. I don't understand why you would do this!
- Abed: I can explain. Oh, I thought you'd keep yelling over me. Okay, I can explain. You know I have trouble reading people, and I say the wrong things sometimes? And I noticed it was happening more often with you three than it was with the others. And then I noticed fluctuating patterns, and I started graphing them. And by the time I realized what I was actually measuring, it had started to yield really positive results for everybody, so I kept doing it.
- Annie: Were you ever gonna tell us about this? I, I feel so violated! Thanks.
- Abed: More chocolate?
- Annie: Oh! Get away from me!
- Pierce: Abed just became my hero. Can I have a little...
- Annie, Shirley and Britta: No!
- Pierce: Sheesh. Guess it's true what they say about the sync-up.
- Abed: Okay, if I could just take this time to share a few words of sarcasm with whoever it is that took his pen. I wanna say thank you for doing this to me. For a while I thought I'd have to suffer through a puppy parade, but I much prefer being entombed alive in a mausoleum of feelings I can neither understand nor reciprocate. So, whoever you are, can I get you anything? Ice cream, best friend medal, anything? Mh-mh? Okay, sarcasm over. You're last up, Shirley. Dump your comedically huge bag and end this.
- Shirley: Uh... No thank you.
- Annie: Well, well, well, Harvey Keitel.
- Troy: Well, what do you know, Henry David Thoreau.
- Britta: My oh my, Mike Ty- ...son. Just empty the bag!
- Shirley: No! I don't have Annie's pen! I'm simply a Christian woman that doesn't open her bag.
- Jeff: What did the Christian woman think would happen when we got to her bag?
- Shirley: The Christian woman thought you'd find it on the Muslim.
- Britta: Real nice!
- Shirley: Nicer than you, condom carrier!
- Annie: Dump the bag or you're guilty!
- Shirley: No!
- Pierce! Ah!!
- Shirley: Oh, Lord, he's thrown a clot! Pierce! Call 911! No! No! No!
- Annie: Pierce, you didn't have to do that!
- Pierce: Yes I did. All you guys do is talk. Leaving me to do the things you won't do. People like you are the reason we took so long to get into Vietnam!
- Britta: Is this what you were trying to hide, Shirley? A pregnancy test?
- Jeff: And, more importantly, are they seriously marketing pregnancy tests to black women?
- Annie: Guys! This is a terribly childish way to handle this kind of situation. Does this mean you have a new boyfriend? Who, who, who, who?
- Shirley: Not that it's, uh, anyone's business, I recently reconnected with my husband over Labor Day, and it seems the Lord may have a plan for us that doesn't include that stripper slut he ran away with.
- Abed: You're not pregnant, Shirley. It's impossible.
- Shirley: Why does everybody think I'm old? I'm around Jeff's age! I have a uterus!
- Abed: No, no. According to my charts, you couldn't have conceived Labor Day weekend. You would've been ovulating on... Halloween! Which is just as well, because if you're gonna have a pregnant woman in one of these, I say go elevator labor or go home.
- Shirley: Halloween? Well... That's that then.
- Britta: Yes, what a relief. Looks like someone narrowly avoided a lifestyle mistake of their own. Oh! Or is it only bad if you sleep with unmarried men?
- Shirley: The Bible doesn't recognize divorce, Britta, when you marry a man, he's your man!
- Britta: Yeah, and after he marries someone else, if you jump into the sack with him, you're an angel, so long as you don't use protection?
- Shirley: I'm so glad you're enjoying this! And I hope whoever stole that pen enjoys it in hell!
- Pierce: Nice try, Steven Fry!
- Britta: Steven Fry!
- Pierce: We all have an agreement. Nobody leaves, till we find it.
- Shirley: Oh!
- Jeff: Get off! Here we go! We are gonna find this pen! We are gonna find that pen! And if we can't find it, our children will find it! Is it over here in these books?! The pen?! This incredible, magical pen, that nobody knows how it could disappear? Oh, maybe it's right in here!
- Annie: Guys! This is school property! Can we just forget it? It's a pen!
- Jeff: Oh. It's a pen now? Really? It's not a principle anymore? Now it's a pen?! Why the change of heart?
- Annie: You're not seriously accusing me?
- Jeff: Hm.
- Annie: We searched my bag!
- Britta: Which is exactly the last place you'd put it if you found it halfway through all this. In fact, assuming that one of us does have the pen, who among us has the most incentive to make sure it never sees the light of day?
- Annie: Oh, you wanna go there?
- Britta: Yeah.
- Annie: I'll go there.
- Britta: Okay.
- Annie: I was born there!
- Britta: Really!
- Annie: There's a placard there commemorating me!
- Troy: What's going on and how can I help?
- Jeff: Annie, relax.
- Annie: No, you relax, Jeff. Or are you scared that if you do, my pen will fall out?!
- Jeff: You precocious little bitch!
- Abed: Okay, guys, guys! Hey! Guys, stop! You're being completely illogical! We need to flip the table, divide the group by gender and then search each other in our underwear.
- Shirley: What?!
- Jeff: Now what?
- Abed: Everybody shake. Enough to dislodge. Okay, anything hit the floor?
- Annie, Shirley and Britta: No!
- Troy: What are those underwear made out of? They look luxurious.
- Jeff: Oh, they're an organic soy-cotton blend.
- Britta: This Gwynnifer must be real special, don't you usually wear the stripey turquoise Beetlejuice numbers?
- Abed: What does she mean usually?
- Jeff: All right, end of the road. We've torn apart the room, we've stripped. There is absolutely no place left...
- Pierce: No. No! No! No! No!
- Troy: Damn it! Broke my scissors.
- Jeff: Here. Be careful. This is the last pair we have. Also, don't cut his legs.
- Pierce: Argh!
- Abed: I'm worried we've gone too far. This is how super villains are created. Can't you just make an inspiring Winger speech about trust, throw in a few digs at an easy celebrity target and put a ribbon on this thing?
- Jeff: Abed! Think about this for one second! If a single one of us leaves this room before we find that pen, how can any of us trust anyone in this group ever again?
- Britta: What's your hurry?
- Shirley: I'm clothing myself! I'm not comfortable standing around in my all-together like you two anorexic jezeb-
- Annie and Britta: Ah!
- Shirley: Oh! I'm so sorry. That was really mean. I don't know where that came from.
- Annie: We've all been through a lot today. And I'm sure this pregnancy scare's been weighing on you all week, right?
- Shirley: Uh-huh!
- Annie: And maybe that's why you took my pen?
- Shirley: What?!
- Annie: Where are you hiding it, judgy-beans?
- Shirley: Oh, my goodness! You, you!
- Troy: All right, here we go.
- Troy and Jeff: Ah... Oh!
- All: Ugh!
- Troy: Smells like a Waffle House sink!
- Jeff: Pierce, are you using Slim Jims to scratch your legs?
- Pierce: Have we not gotten to a place free of judgment yet?
- Troy: This isn't it, this isn't it, where is it? Where's the pen? Where's the pen?! Where's the pen?
- Dean: It's getting a little chilly outside, so the animal wrangles have asked that every student pick up a puppy and hold it so they stay warm while the volunteers hand out tiny puppy-sized hats! Honestly, I don't know why I'm even making these announcements. There can't be anyone who isn't already on the quad!
- Britta: Annie, I'd just like to say, on behalf of whoever actually stole this pen, I really am sorry about all this.
- Pierce: I knew it was you.
- Troy: I knew it was you.
- Annie: All I know is, it could be any of you.
- Jeff: And for all we know, it's you.
- Annie: I wish it were, I really do. I wish I could just find it behind my ear. I'd rather be that stupid than have to think that anyone of us might be this inconsiderate.
- Abed: Yeah.
- Shirley: After all we've been through, it almost seems impossible.
- Jeff: It seems less than impossible. Something impossible actually seems more likely.
- Abed: Here we go. Winger speech to take us home.
- Jeff: What if a ghost took the pen?
- Abed: Let him finish!
- Jeff: I am finished. For real. Honestly, seriously, why not? Why not just “a ghost took the pen”?
- Troy: Okay. I've been saying that for hours!
- Jeff: And we should've been listening to Troy from the beginning. Guys, look in your hearts and answer this question honestly: What's more likely? That someone in this group doesn't belong in this group? Or ghosts? If we have to choose between turning on each other or pinning it on some specter with unfinished, pen-related business, I'm sorry, but my money's on ghost!
- Britta: Well... I'm not a religious person but I've seen specials on the paranormal, anything's possible!
- Annie: Relative to the alternative? It actually seems more logical to me.
- Pierce: Why would a ghost want a pen?
- Jeff: Troy?
- Troy: Okay. So I see it as a lot like the movie paranormal activity, except for more boring and fancy. And I think in 1856, it is possible that a man was beheaded while he was writing in his diary to his long-lost love. And now he roams the halls of Greendale screaming for his pen so he can write her a love letter. “I need her! I need her!” he screams, as he looks for a pen...
- Dean: What the hell did you people do in there?!
- Abed: Something you and your puppies could only dream of you non-miraculous son of a bitch.
- Dean: Non-miraculous? Wait! Abed!
- Dean: Now who could resist falling in love with our next float? This autumn-colors puppy reminds us that while the leaves might be changing, responsible pet-ownership is always in season! Ah, here's a crowd-favorite: The top-and-tails float! A champagne bath and a red sports car? Let's hope he's single! Okay... Oh. Okay. Well. This one feels a little preachy. Oh. Booh! Booh!
11th December 2013
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Oh, the new “Community” episodes are so good. Show feels like itself again.
21st November 2013
The NBC Universal store has a Community mug listed in the “Classic” section, alongside items from Friends and Saved by the Bell.
It does please me that my favorite show would be classified as classic, but mostly it worries me that NBC doesn’t consider Community to be a current show.
3rd March 2013
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Breaking Bad on NBC Thursday Comedy.
9th October 2012
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NBC I FUCKING HATE YOU
YOU’RE THE OPPOSITE OF BATMAN.
YOU’RE STREETS BEHIND.
YOU’RE JIM BELUSHI.
YOU’RE THE NBC OF NETWORKS.
24th May 2012
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Community references Lost
7th February 2012
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Jeff: Humans are more evolved. We lie.
Abed: Not all the time.
Jeff: That’s a lie.
Abed: We don’t lie when we’re alone.
Jeff: Biggest lie ever. Nine of out ten lies occur six inches away from the bathroom mirror. We do most of our lying alone.
Abed: How’s it even possible to lie when you’re alone?
Jeff: You can call a phone sex line. That’s lying to yourself.
Abed: No, that’s just being honest with a stranger about being lonely.
Jeff: What if you’re dishonest about why you’re lonely? What if you’re a good-looking guy who calls a phone sex line and tells them he weighs four hundred pounds just so he can hear a woman say she’s attracted to him anyway?
Abed: Well I don’t believe that happens.
Jeff: Wrong! That’s me. I did that last week.
Abed: Why would you pay a woman on the phone to think you’re fat?
Jeff: Because I’m scared that if I were overweight that no one would like me.
15th January 2012
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Troy and Abed, iiiiiin 8-bit.
Yes.. I know this is an obsession.