Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's fake dead.
It's fake killing time.
Although I think I may be able to let Troy go now.
...Troy and Abed's friendship has been such a special...
My God, it's Hickey.
Initiate regeneration sequence.
Centipeding isn't the fastest form of travel...
- Announcements. - Oh, I love these.
Wh...? I'm sorry?
Chair to dance?
All right, Miss Perry, climb aboard.
...but if we find more chairs, we can do the Inchworm...
- I'm pretty lucky. - I'm not.
No one gets Abed.
I never thought I'd see you.
Come out with your feet on the floor...
Unbelievable.
Hello?
- Announcements. - I'm standing here with Abed Nadir...
These are my only pants. I can't get them dirty.
Stand down or meet your doom, Chang.
...on the spot where he died.
I had a chance to be your friend in high school, but I was busy trying to be cool.
Who's there, bitch?
I think it's cute. And while I normally don't condone climbing on furniture...
This is a crib, and you're curled up inside there, sucking your thumb...
You hit your heads on each other's heads?
Go into the vents. They'll never find us there.
That diagnosis symbolizes your lack of a psych degree.
All culture has been homogenized by 50 years of American imperialism...
...with the boring, old mom in your study group.
Fine. But I'm not learning the new names for anything.
Sounds bad when you put it that way.
You claiming this?
Clone Troy.
- You made it. - Friends.
Mama mahogany.