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We are so screwed.
How are we gonna
memorize all this?
Let's just go over it again.
Kingdom, phylum, class...
Order, family, genus, species.
I use a mnemonic device.
"Kevin, please come
over for gay sex."
Why wouldn't you use "Karen"?
'Cause it's gay sex, dummy.
So use "great".
Now I can't remember anything.
Thanks!
God, why do we always wind up
in this position?
For all the time you spend here,
you'd think we wouldn't
have to cram so much.
Maybe we never get any work
done because we have
so much fun hanging out
together.
Definitely, maybe that's why.
Ah, the duali-Dean of man.
I'm dressed this way because I
have good news and bad news.
You have got to be kidding me.
The bad news is Professor Kane
has the flu.
The good news is biology class
is canceled...
After you.
What a gentleman.
Guys, we don't have to cram
last minute anymore.
Last minute got
moved to tomorrow.
Three-hour lunch? Three-hour
lunch? Three-hour lunch?
Three hours?
I could watch the first half of
three movies.
Ooh, I don't have to go
to the fast food
restaurant across the street.
I can go to the fancy one
across town.
Their manager wears a tie.
If we don't eat, we can
make-believe
an whole episode's worth of
Inspector Spacetime
- in the Dreamatorium.
- Word.
Yeah.
Maybe we should go
to Señor Kevin's.
Britta, didn't you want to try
that new cage-free bean burrito?
The tortillas are made with
micro-financed flour.
Troy, you could drive.
You always like that spiral
parking ramp.
You just keep turning left,
but you end up up!
I can't go to Señor Kevin's.
The manager and I are enemies.
He said Die Hard was bad.
- He said Die Hard was bad.
- I know, buddy.
Well, how about this.
This lunch is already a runaway
train, no point in stopping it.
Troy, Britta, you go
to Señor Kevin's.
Abed promised he'd show me how
the Dreamatorium works.
- Today's the perfect day for it.
- But I want to...
Abed, don't you think today's
- the perfect day for it?
- No.
- Abed.
- Is this a social cue?
I left my Puttin' On the Ritz
cane in here earlier.
I know it probably
has another name,
but, um, can I be perfectly
honest with you guys?
I think I went too
far with this one.
I have to go to the bank today.
What am I supposed to tell
people in line?
"I had good news and bad news"?
Come on, Craig.
Get you life together.
♪ Give me some more,
time in a dream ♪
♪ give me the hope
to run out of steam ♪
♪ somebody said
we could be here ♪
♪ we could be roped up,
tied up, dead in a year ♪
♪ I can't count the reasons
I should stay ♪
♪ one by one they all
just fade away ♪
Sync & Corrections by Elderfel
www.addic7ed.com
I am Inspector Spacetime.
And I know that
which is unknown.
Duty-bound to protect a universe
of innocent unremarkables,
I patrol it
in the x7 Dimensionizer
with my loyal constable,
Reggie.
This week, however, Reggie has
been forced to go to lunch.
So I'm aboard the much crappier
H.M.S. Spacetime 12,
from the worst season ever, with
temporary constable, Geneva.
Geneva, I need the quantum
spanner, the big one.
Oi, gov'ner, quantum spammer,
up an' at 'em, in'it?
If we can't get out
of orbital lock,
the Blorgons may intercept.
Tut tut, m'lord.
How are we gonna
memorize all this?
Let's just go over it again.
Kingdom, phylum, class...
Order, family, genus, species.
I use a mnemonic device.
"Kevin, please come
over for gay sex."
Why wouldn't you use "Karen"?
'Cause it's gay sex, dummy.
So use "great".
Now I can't remember anything.
Thanks!
God, why do we always wind up
in this position?
For all the time you spend here,
you'd think we wouldn't
have to cram so much.
Maybe we never get any work
done because we have
so much fun hanging out
together.
Definitely, maybe that's why.
Ah, the duali-Dean of man.
I'm dressed this way because I
have good news and bad news.
You have got to be kidding me.
The bad news is Professor Kane
has the flu.
The good news is biology class
is canceled...
After you.
What a gentleman.
Guys, we don't have to cram
last minute anymore.
Last minute got
moved to tomorrow.
Three-hour lunch? Three-hour
lunch? Three-hour lunch?
Three hours?
I could watch the first half of
three movies.
Ooh, I don't have to go
to the fast food
restaurant across the street.
I can go to the fancy one
across town.
Their manager wears a tie.
If we don't eat, we can
make-believe
an whole episode's worth of
Inspector Spacetime
- in the Dreamatorium.
- Word.
Yeah.
Maybe we should go
to Señor Kevin's.
Britta, didn't you want to try
that new cage-free bean burrito?
The tortillas are made with
micro-financed flour.
Troy, you could drive.
You always like that spiral
parking ramp.
You just keep turning left,
but you end up up!
I can't go to Señor Kevin's.
The manager and I are enemies.
He said Die Hard was bad.
- He said Die Hard was bad.
- I know, buddy.
Well, how about this.
This lunch is already a runaway
train, no point in stopping it.
Troy, Britta, you go
to Señor Kevin's.
Abed promised he'd show me how
the Dreamatorium works.
- Today's the perfect day for it.
- But I want to...
Abed, don't you think today's
- the perfect day for it?
- No.
- Abed.
- Is this a social cue?
I left my Puttin' On the Ritz
cane in here earlier.
I know it probably
has another name,
but, um, can I be perfectly
honest with you guys?
I think I went too
far with this one.
I have to go to the bank today.
What am I supposed to tell
people in line?
"I had good news and bad news"?
Come on, Craig.
Get you life together.
♪ Give me some more,
time in a dream ♪
♪ give me the hope
to run out of steam ♪
♪ somebody said
we could be here ♪
♪ we could be roped up,
tied up, dead in a year ♪
♪ I can't count the reasons
I should stay ♪
♪ one by one they all
just fade away ♪
Sync & Corrections by Elderfel
www.addic7ed.com
I am Inspector Spacetime.
And I know that
which is unknown.
Duty-bound to protect a universe
of innocent unremarkables,
I patrol it
in the x7 Dimensionizer
with my loyal constable,
Reggie.
This week, however, Reggie has
been forced to go to lunch.
So I'm aboard the much crappier
H.M.S. Spacetime 12,
from the worst season ever, with
temporary constable, Geneva.
Geneva, I need the quantum
spanner, the big one.
Oi, gov'ner, quantum spammer,
up an' at 'em, in'it?
If we can't get out
of orbital lock,
the Blorgons may intercept.
Tut tut, m'lord.
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