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weak, hopeless soul like me.

The professor seems to be responding to things that I don't have,

I was spending an evening with my two lady friends,

Or how about you, the odd, emotionless Muslim?

and, yes, she did stab several pharmacists,

Beware the Ides of March, Mr. Winger.

A lovely place. Very feminine.

I have to do something else.

Maybe you attacked one of us. Where are the signs of struggle?

Okay. Well, now that we are all here

Fair enough. Maybe you can grade us separately.

He's giving us a C-minus. Right.

"To Abed, yippee-ki-yay, Father Christmas."

Well, I think we found our triangle.

PELTON: No explanation necessary.

that he or she is gonna forgive whoever screws up next.

Kendra told me. She does work for Professor Cornwallis.

Jingle bells swing And jingle bells ring

Here. I was gonna save these for the real Christmas day,

CORNWALLIS: Let go of me, you big, hairy nutter.

This wouldn't have happened if Jeff hadn't taunted him.

You know, you can't make Valedictorian with an F,

What is going on in here? No!

Or Shirley, who I didn't mention earlier,

I'm pretty sure it's anus

JUDGE: Ms. Edison, you are hereby released from Greendale Insane Asylum.

It's now an F. JEFF: What?

Merry Christmas.

It's the only real plot point we need next.

Give it up, professor. You've fired all your bullets.

Okay. But for the purpose of story symmetry,