They should go more of a Saved By the Bell route. Just don't even bother.

Do we have to petition to get Tina Fey on here? Surely, she could play an uptight Eagletonian or an ignorant Pawneean, right?

When he initially left, [I'm pretty sure it was] Michael Schur gave a number of interviews regarding Brendanowicz' job and how he had known people to come and go in the profession. Long term they had initially hoped he'd return, if only for a little while. But I understand how unlikely that is, especially in…

"That's funny because a little birdie told me your adoptive mother was arrested for marijuana possession."

I'm taking that line.

Harsher punishments for parole violators, Stan.

The Garbage Picking Field Goal Kicking Philadelphia Phenomenon.

If this wants to become the Burt and Virginia show, I'm game. Jimmy and Sabrina seem like the second-rate, little less interesting version, and the writers don't seem as interested in what-to-do-with Hope currently.

They do a disturbing amount of taking off without her, too. I'm not sure if it began last season or not, but there's not as much "Here's a lesson I learned for Hope this week!"

… and stoppin'

Boom, first!

I wish there were more Dean because all I could think was, "Do people even go to classes?"

Howzabout, season ones food fight, a.k.a., "The Art of Discourse." "Britta Perry Proud owner, used Ipod Nano, 2014"

I'm so glad this is here! I was looking for her and all I could think was, "She's a dance major, Jeff!" She always finds her way to the safe zones.

In India, with cracker wrappers in English, they straight up say "Digestive Cookies." I like how they don't mess around. Don't act like you're here for the flavor, folks.

I might have to scroll farther down, but are we gonna mention how the Nano was a follow-up to the food fight in season 1, a.k.a. The Art of Discouse?

I enjoy (!) how much of that was at the hands of Pierce himself.

Not at all! My car got stolen. Fools crashed it into a ditch off the freeway and abandoned their crap in it; jackets, CD book of reallyyyyy crappy music, etc. One of the only CDs not scratched into oblivion was the South Park soundtrack. "Make it funky now…"

I like how Macklemore has reached that level of success that people now feel obliged to tell me how they used to work with him or where he shops or how he has a cousin on Whidbey Island. Gee golly!

"Who the fuck has even heard of "Posse on Broadway"?"