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COMMUNITY S5 STARTERS
"We’re like Goonies, except our story tracks logically." "Let’s do what people do. Let’s get a house we can’t afford and a dog that makes us angry. " "If I come over there, there are gonna be two sounds: me hitting you…twice." "Add some doilies and a foot bath and this is my mom’s house." "Take me with you! I want to see women’s boobs!" "What does this look like? An hour-long episode of The Office?" "Answer the question, Adrian Grody!" "You know where he was for most of my birthdays? A little place that rhymes with ‘not there.’" "If we lose, I’m going to punch you each in the heart." "You exploited me and made me believe in a slightly more magical world!" "I don’t really know how girlfriends work, but I don’t think you have one anymore." "You’re gonna open it? You do realize that nothing good has ever been found in a vent?" "You’re like ice cream cake out there—overkill." "Fifty thousand dollars! That’s fifty thousand lottery tickets!" "I’m a psych major! Words are my weapons!" "You’re not worth the monologue." "As long as you’re happy…I’m unsettled." "And you just believed ‘em? You just believed a bunch of ghosts??" "We’re human beings, not the editors of Teen Vogue!" "Did you all hit your heads on each other’s heads?" "I’ve never been to LegoLand. I just wanted you guys to think I was cool." "If I had a final wish, I’d use it to stay alive." "Oh, bloody hell, my shoe is untied by British standards." "Don’t tell me what I can’t do! What are you, Cosmo’s July quiz?" "There are two things I don’t do well—apologies and drawing duck bills."
"I love this song!"
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“Ugh, I hate this song,” The words came out in unison with Penny’s.
“You do?” Jeff sounded disappointed. It played twenty times a day and he had enough of it.
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"Hey, Gladys Kravitz, why don’t you mind your own business?"
"Well… …Fine. Have you seen a guy named Abed around here?"
He looked up, as the man's request got his attention. "Depends on who's asking." Though Jeff would rarely admit it, he cared about Abed. And..sadly, the job to look out for Abed's well being had been forcefully thrust upon him since he was the most sane person in the group.
Casually Imagines Jeff and Britta singing My eyes from Dr Horrible
She glanced up slowly, the looked back at her pad, writing furiously and ignoring the arrogant smile on his face, desperate to impress.
"Do all your lessons run in at just under twenty minutes?" She asked without looking up, then before he answered she looked up at him again. "And don’t you find starting off a class on law with the proviso… ah.. and I quote… " She glanced down at her pad, "Now, I teach law here at Greendale.. so I don’t know much about law… Doesn’t that seem kind of…. stupid?… And I’d use a larger word but quite frankly, I’m not 100% sure you’d understand me.”
Jeff let his hands fall listlessly to his sides. “Oh, come on,” Why was she so set on making this hard for him? He’s had speeches way worse and way shorter that got felons off with a misdemeanor. What was her problem? “Are you kidding me?”
"Sadly for you, no I’m not. I have a lot to write up about you.. Jeff… " She stood up and smiled, wrinkling her nose a little as it turned into a grin. "Bet you don’t want to ask me to dinner now."
"What's your deal?" Jeff was starting to get upset. "What are you trying to prove? That you can be unlikeable enough to talk yourself out of a free meal or what?"
"Let me counter that." She smiled. "You go in there and dazzle me with your teaching abilities and I will most certainly call you Jeff, and maybe, I won’t think about writing up how you not only hit on a government official, but then tried to give me a false name… As for dinner?… You’re going to have to work considerably harder than that…Excuse me." She prodded her pen against his chest and made him move backwards so she could move into the classroom.
Jeff sighed as she walked in, exasperated by the hard time she was giving him, and now with no lesson plan ready he’d have to come up with something fast.
He walked in after her, students that were used to his tardiness waiting in their seats, talking and texting amongst themselves. At least they picked today to be normal, that was a good sign, right?
"Okay then..class.." God, has it really come to this? Teaching? The students looked up at the sound of his voice. Attentive not from respect but from surprise that he came in professionally and prepared to teach, instead of going to his desk and saying ‘read page I don’t give a crap’ like he does most days, and texting the rest of the class period. They waited for him to start.
”..What is law?” He wrote the question on the board, it seemed teacher-like. Luckily, if Jeffery was good at one thing, it was talking his way out of things. One inspiring speech later and he’d be out of this in no time.
"Now, I teach law here at Greendale.. so I don’t know much about law. But I do know, about justice. We all do. We don’t need a degree for justice because we all have a sense of morality inside us. A compass, that doesn’t point to guilty or innocent, but right and wrong. We all have a natural sense of right and wrong. And I know what you’re thinking: if that’s true, then why the hell are we here in this classroom? If everyone has this ability, why are there only a handful of us lawyers? Leaders? Judges? I’ll tell you why. Because everyone in this room saw a chance to make the world a better place, and acted on it. Unlike the criminals, and unruly outlaws of this world, you believe in this world’s capacity for good over evil. You believed that right and wrong needed a code. A code that everyone can understand. That everyone could stand by so that everyone knows, in the end, good will prevail. Justice will be served. And the law?..”
Jeff looked at the clock in the back of the room. “Will be discussed more tomorrow,” he flashes an endearing smile. He had already shown up to his class late, he knew he just needed to talk until it was dismissed. “Read up on chapter four.”
"We don’t have textbooks.." a student’s faint protest was barely audible over the hustle and bustle of people exiting the room.
"Bye now," Jeff addressed his students, ignoring the comment.
Turning to Emily, a confident smirk on his face, he held out his hands as if saying ‘how’d I do?’
She glanced up slowly, the looked back at her pad, writing furiously and ignoring the arrogant smile on his face, desperate to impress.
"Do all your lessons run in at just under twenty minutes?" She asked without looking up, then before he answered she looked up at him again. "And don’t you find starting off a class on law with the proviso… ah.. and I quote… " She glanced down at her pad, "Now, I teach law here at Greendale.. so I don’t know much about law… Doesn’t that seem kind of…. stupid?… And I’d use a larger word but quite frankly, I’m not 100% sure you’d understand me.”
Jeff let his hands fall listlessly to his sides. "Oh, come on," Why was she so set on making this hard for him? He's had speeches way worse and way shorter that got felons off with a misdemeanor. What was her problem? "Are you kidding me?"
He smirked, understanding he deserved her bullshit after giving his. “Right, tell you what,” Jeff placed a hand on the door so she couldn’t open it. “If I amaze you with the way I run this class, you call me Jeff and I call you tomorrow night for dinner. Deal?”
"Let me counter that." She smiled. "You go in there and dazzle me with your teaching abilities and I will most certainly call you Jeff, and maybe, I won’t think about writing up how you not only hit on a government official, but then tried to give me a false name… As for dinner?… You’re going to have to work considerably harder than that…Excuse me." She prodded her pen against his chest and made him move backwards so she could move into the classroom.
Jeff sighed as she walked in, exasperated by the hard time she was giving him, and now with no lesson plan ready he'd have to come up with something fast.
He walked in after her, students that were used to his tardiness waiting in their seats, talking and texting amongst themselves. At least they picked today to be normal, that was a good sign, right?
"Okay then..class.." God, has it really come to this? Teaching? The students looked up at the sound of his voice. Attentive not from respect but from surprise that he came in professionally and prepared to teach, instead of going to his desk and saying 'read page I don't give a crap' like he does most days, and texting the rest of the class period. They waited for him to start.
"..What is law?" He wrote the question on the board, it seemed teacher-like. Luckily, if Jeffery was good at one thing, it was talking his way out of things. One inspiring speech later and he'd be out of this in no time.
"Now, I teach law here at Greendale.. so I don't know much about law. But I do know, about justice. We all do. We don't need a degree for justice because we all have a sense of morality inside us. A compass, that doesn't point to guilty or innocent, but right and wrong. We all have a natural sense of right and wrong. And I know what you're thinking: if that's true, then why the hell are we here in this classroom? If everyone has this ability, why are there only a handful of us lawyers? Leaders? Judges? I'll tell you why. Because everyone in this room saw a chance to make the world a better place, and acted on it. Unlike the criminals, and unruly outlaws of this world, you believe in this world's capacity for good over evil. You believed that right and wrong needed a code. A code that everyone can understand. That everyone could stand by so that everyone knows, in the end, good will prevail. Justice will be served. And the law?.."
Jeff looked at the clock in the back of the room. "Will be discussed more tomorrow," he flashes an endearing smile. He had already shown up to his class late, he knew he just needed to talk until it was dismissed. "Read up on chapter four."
"We don't have textbooks.." a student's faint protest was barely audible over the hustle and bustle of people exiting the room.
"Bye now," Jeff addressed his students, ignoring the comment.
Turning to Emily, a confident smirk on his face, he held out his hands as if saying 'how'd I do?'
"Ha, No." He answered as they approached ‘Fundamentals of Law’: room 103, the very notion equally hilarious and cringe worthy. "And between you and me-" he leaned coolly against the door, "You can call me Jeff."
Emily tilted her head a little and quirked the corner of her mouth...
He smirked, understanding he deserved her bullshit after giving his. "Right, tell you what," Jeff placed a hand on the door so she couldn't open it. "If I amaze you with the way I run this class, you call me Jeff and I call you tomorrow night for dinner. Deal?"
"Well it’s a shame you’re not this Jeff Winger." She said casually. "I was told he was going to be the professor I was shadowing today."
Emily glanced up from her notepad, raising an eyebrow. “Perhaps you’d be so kind as to help me find him.” She...
"Ha, No." He answered as they approached 'Fundamentals of Law': room 103, the very notion equally hilarious and cringe worthy. "And between you and me-" he leaned coolly against the door, "You can call me Jeff."
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For a moment she just stared at him, then sighed, turning her visitors tag round for him to see.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. I’m Emily Ross… I’m here at the request of the board of governors to make sure things are being run round here in a manner which is to their liking, that their money is being spent wisely, and the staff are…. welcoming without asking for a law suit…. And I didn’t catch your name…"
She opened a pad and held her pen above the paper, waiting for him to answer.
Looking down at her notepad in brief silence, he thought to himself. Of course.. He hoped she was prepared to discover what a messed up place Greendale was: black mold in the stairwells, more money spent on social events than education, and the classes..what even was ‘baby talk 101’? Unfortunately, Jeff was now caught up in the middle of investigation, so he did what he does best.
”..Peirce Hawthorne,” he looked up with the same confident smile.
"Nice to meet you. Call for me if there’s any trouble regarding the school," He got up and began to walk away, allowing no more than three steps before he turned back around. "But if you’re looking for a date, ask for Jeff Winger," he added. He couldn’t resist. Besides the way the college was run was the dean’s responsibility, he was only a professor there. If it’s managed to stay open this long, it’ll be fine.
"Well it’s a shame you’re not this Jeff Winger." She said casually. "I was told he was going to be the professor I was shadowing today."
Emily glanced up from her notepad, raising an eyebrow. “Perhaps you’d be so kind as to help me find him.” She snapped the notebook shut before he could peek at what she’d written, then gathered up her things, looking at him expectantly.
Shadowing, huh? This woman seemed smart, more into 'what's on the inside' or whatever. This could be a good chance to impress her. "Gladly," Jeff smiled. "Right this way," he raised a hand, swiftly gesturing for her to go first so he could guide her to his classroom.
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Jeff looked up at Wade, raised a brow, then looked back down to his phone. “I carry around a phone and type real text messages because I am important and busy, two things I know you’re not used to being, but to project that on me is pretty childish, don’t you think?”
Wade tilted his head looking at him. “Nobody texts that much.” He told him then smirked slightly. “Oh I’m way more important than you and hell yeah I’m childish.”
"Hey, Gladys Kravitz, why don't you mind your own business?"