School's out, bitches!
Congratulations, Greendale students...
we've pulled off another year and we're still standing.
Take that health inspector, building inspector...
foundation inspector, water-line inspector...
geologist, exterminator, plumber, and Dad.
Abed, why bring a metronome?
I thought the sound might accentuate the idleness of our last meeting.
- Good job, bad idea. - Okay, that's done.
- Yes! - Hang on, there's more.
This one is exciting.
We have to rename the Save Greendale Committee...
due to the fact that Greendale is done being saved.
You think that's more exciting than summer?
Oh, am I stealing your rays, dude? Come on, it's neat.
Our mission is finally accomplished, once and for all.
So, what do we call ourselves now?
- The Accomplishers. - The Obsoletists.
- Stephen King's Dreamcatchers. - Susan.
You're rebelling against yourselves, you get that?
The current trend in branding is unique, simplistic...
phonetically memorable gibberish.
- How about Nippledippers? - I like Nippledippers.
- You guys. - Okay.
- Ooh. Nippledippers.com is available. - Grab that.
- Done. - Nippledippers, listen up.
Text from the dean.
"Don't leave yet, I'm almost there. Special celebration.
Just finished entire semester without wearing a single silly outfit."
Oh.
- I hadn't even noticed. Good for him. Oh-oh.
Hi, everybody. Heh, heh, heh.
I made it!
Obviously, I binged pretty hard there after the bell rang...
but I made it!
Are you guys going out to celebrate or something?
I'll tag along. It's been a tough year, I could use a drink.
We were gonna go to Britta's bar...
whenever Mother Time is willing to call it a year.
- Okay, fine, we're done. Happy summer. - Whoo!
Nippledippers drink for free.
I'll pay. I'm not acknowledging that title.
- It's 10 bucks for the domain. - I won't be able to join you.
I gotta get on the road to California, I got a job through Linkedln.
What? That's crazy. People use Linkedln?
No. Linkedln hired me to help figure out why people don't use it.
Also, a friend I went to high school with...
just became unmarried last week and I thought I'd look her up.
Wow, you work fast.
- Or actually, very slow. Good luck. - Are you coming back, Elroy?
I think so.
Probably.
Maybe. Have a great summer.
Oh!
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You think bar scenes always start at a billiard shot...
or every time someone takes a shot they start a scene without knowing it?
- What? - You can just say, "Shut up, Abed."
- Okay, ask me if I'm coming back. - Are you coming back?
"Yeah. Probably. Maybe."
I mean, what was that, right?
That was an Irish goodbye. Let's give it an Irish wake.
Six years guys.
- Nippledippers. - Nippledippers.
Where's Annie? No offense to you, but she's the only one that gets me.
- She said she had an interview. - Six years.
Six seasons, right, Abed?
- Don't put a nickel in him. - Stop mitigating.
So, Abed, what happens in season seven?
Oh, man.
- I don't know how likely season seven is. - Huh?
What show ever peaked after season six?
Simpsons, Seinfeld, South Park, Friends.
They weren't hemorrhaging characters.
I don't like that word, "hemorrhaging."
I'll see what I can do?
- What if Shirley came back? - Shirley could get us back on formula...
but I don't see it turning us around. - What's our formula?
Well, basically...
I have a placeholder so set up it make analogies look like punch lines.
My setup lacks awareness, but my punch line doesn't know.
Abusive one-liner dismissing everything you said.
Absurd reaction.
You guys, can we put in a pin in the B story...
and focus on the A story?
I don't trust A stories. I had a setup about a story that was so placeholder...
the punch line came five words early. And I can tag it too.
- Ooh. - I'll explain the risks involved...
in all decisions made from here until eternity.
- Who the hell are you? - Frankie Dart.
- Is this combination gonna work? - Not my place to say. Abed?
Lizard. Fire hydrant. Obama.
Chang!
You know, I put time into what I do wardrobe-wise.
Shirley, no Shirley, what does it matter, right?
Abed, we're not formulas. And if I had no self-awareness, I think I'd know.
Things have structure. If we stray, we're weird. If we stick to it, boring.
Yeah, but isn't that about the shape of your brain?
I mean, no offense or anything...
but isn't the shape of your brain kind of fucked up?
What's your season-seven pitch?
My pitch for your fall semester at Greendale...
is that everyone is nice and has fun and grows together.
- Shirley or Elroy? - See, that's racist, man.
Shirley or Elroy? That's racist. How about they both come back?
How about there's a whole third black person.
- Where do they all sit? - They, uh...
Well, they sit wherever they wanna sit as of the 1960s. Ah.
They si...
- They sit... - Just pitch it.
- Don't pitch it. - I'm pitching it.
Guess what. I made something.
I made a belt with fabric. How cute is that?
Well, I think that's very cute, so, uh...
Oh, and I love you guys.
I've got... I'm angry, and you should vote or don't vote.
Sweet hallelujah. These are good times, baby.
Good times, girl. Good times.
Hey, I thought of something. We should go to the, um...
To the, uh... To the, uh... To the market.
We should. But wouldn't that be like a thing we saw? And didn't we do that?
So shouldn't we be more ashamed and clever...
and make everything more difficult? - Yes. And I think we should be sad.
- And I'm nuts. - But I'm happy.
And I'm happy too.
You know, hallelujah and Church and singing and street wisdom.
- Stop. - Crazy and racist and terrible.
I agree. You're being way too linear about this.
Shirley, Elroy, Troy, Hickey, living in the past.
- Seven don't need no past. - What are you pitching?
- Don't pitch. - This is my pitch.
All right, that includes all notes and business as it pertains to the files.
How you guys doing? Britta, how you doing?
I'm cool, it's all good.
- Annie, you looking fine. - Thank you.
Hey, what about me?
Hey, everybody, look at me. I'm Ice Cube Head.
I got an ice cube for a head. I also eat cell phones...
so you better be careful with those around me...
because they taste like prime rib where I'm from. Ha, ha.
Oh, boy. Imagine the times we'll all get in together...
especially when I use my powers to help solve all your problems.
Pichoo, pichoo, pichoo, pichoo, pichoo, pichoo.
- Ha, ha, ha. - Pichoo.
- Ha, ha, ha. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
It's getting crazy in here.
- All right, I'm going home. - What?
Guys, we just finished year six, and it was hard work.
I don't wanna care about Greendale...
and I don't wanna spend my brief moment of humanity...
doing conceptual riffs...
developing the imaginary TV show of our lives.
By the way, terrible improv. Ice Cube Head?
- You were just looking at your drink. - Busted.
Annie?
I got the internship.
I'm gonna intern for the FBI! Ah!
I leave in a week. I'll be in D.C. All summer.
You're leaving the nest. Can I have your bedroom? If you don't come back.
Well, I'm definitely coming back.
Probably.
Maybe.
Okay, the next order of business.
Garrett's holding Leonard's hand again.
- Stop doing that. - I'm checking for a pulse.
Hey, hands off the Leonard dice.
Question, when can we start the next paintball game?
- I don't think you can force it. - Lots of things can be forced.
Like a human head through a 6-inch drainpipe.
- What? - I'm just kidding, pal.
Okay, did anyone on the Sustain Greendale Committee...
do any of their assignments this week? Scrunch?
Sorry, bro, I don't work for you. You work for me.
I'm the tech billionaire that bought this dump and cuts your paycheck.
If you can call that a paycheck. I've seen more zeroes over Pearl Harbor.
There were hundreds of them.
The sky was black with smoke and bombs.
Double-click this, Winger.
It's your job to work, it is our job to party.
And hatch hare-brained schemes.
- And get laid. - And get laid.
And, eventually, leave you here as well.
- Jeff, you okay? - Huh? Oh.
I was taken aback. It's big news.
What have you guys been doing?
We were just...
looking for ways to make season seven work.
We got through six seasons. What's up with that?
I mean, where's season seven? We gotta figure out season seven.
Or maybe we could just hang out.
Sorry I'm late. Last night was so insane it made the Insane Clown Posse...
look like the Well-Adjusted Clown Posse.
It must be hard work running away from your age.
Has anyone seen my e-cigarette?
- There should be a charity for you. - Thank you.
I don't know if I can keep commuting from here to FBI headquarters.
Britta, Abed, I'll have to move back in.
- I moved in with them. - Chang, we have files.
- Moving out. - You seem stressed.
Are those criminology credits you need hard to get at Greendale?
The only credit hard to get at Greendale is from a bank.
It's just they have schools for this stuff at Quantico.
Being with you guys is great, but why is this a good choice for me?
Why doesn't the audience feel sorry for me?
- Britta, your parents were murdered. - By whom?
The police won't touch it. They're calling it a double suicide.
I got this.
You're proposing a show in which Annie comes back and it hinges...
on the murder of my parents? - It's a placeholder.
I'm just saying, there's always gonna be a need for law at Greendale.
- You remember the Ass Crack Bandit? - Yeah.
Do I remember? I mean, doesn't everybody? Heh.
It could've been anybody.
What is with this diaper thing? Is it about shaming me?
Do you really want people dressing you?
It would be polite to try.
It's nice to see you interested, but I wouldn't watch that.
Me neither. You wanna know a perfect season seven?
Senator, you were allowed to call us terrorists...
before we moved to international waters...
but we're a nation now, so I guess this is fucking war.
Annie, I need you to go to Washington.
- I'm scared. - Be more scared.
The protestors are scared, they need you to talk to them.
They should be, but they shouldn't need a leader to tell them what to do.
We're all born free into a world of lies, but let's talk about you for a second.
Well, I'm not a joke anymore.
I'm strictly transgender, I'm not all this other stuff.
I represent the transgender community, and it's a real thing.
I am not crazy, but I do have flaws. I'm smart...
"All this other stuff"?
Glad to be of service. I want my diaper back.
I don't even own a TV and I wouldn't watch that.
Oh, yeah? What's your pitch?
Oh, well, I... I mean, it's not that complicated is it?
- Hello. - Hello.
- How's everyone?
- Hello. - I have...
We could learn about science or history.
It's set in a school after all. Why aren't we learning?
And I know that's not enough, so...
And so on.
Boo!
It's possible there is more skill to it than I thought.
- Yes, yes, yes! - There is skill to it.
More importantly, it has to be joyful, effortless, fun.
TV defeats its own purpose when pushing an agenda...
or trying to defeat other TV...
or being proud or ashamed of itself for existing.
It's TV. It's comfort.
It's a friend you've known so well and for so long...
you just let it be with you.
It needs to be okay for it to have a bad day...
or phone in a day.
It needs to be okay for it...
to get on a boat with LeVar Burton and never come back.
Because eventually, it all will.
- I'm fine. - I know.
It's... It's not just that.
It's such a classic mistake, but I got really attached to my pitch.
I had a soundtrack in my head and everything.
Well, I agree with Abed.
- And I have an effortless pitch. - Hm.
So how's this semester's crop of apples looking?
Bruised but not rotten. Asian kid in my math class doesn't wanna study...
because he doesn't wanna be a stereotype. It's funny.
A strong B story. I can say that because I teach TV Appreciation.
Send that student to me and we'll make it more serious. I'm the school shrink.
- I wear these glasses every episode. - You are hot in them.
- Very hot. - This gives me a more solid reason...
to interact with you than a stupid committee.
By the way, I'm a lesbian. It's why I haven't hit on Jeff.
Well, here's my deal. I teach criminology, but look...
- ... it's the original Annie. - Ah.
But I'm grown up and I'm hot, but not little-girl hot.
And I'm happy and we're all together and it makes sense.
- We might just live the good life yet. - Heh, heh.
- Hey! - Dean!
- Dean Jeffrey. - Ha, ha, ha.
I told you not to come to the teacher's lounge.
You're supposed to be in dean class.
How can I learn to be dean if I can't hang out with teachers?
We're supposed to be shaping minds, but we keep shaping each other.
- Bring it in. - Aw.
In this version would you tell me what to do a lot?
Am I on meds in it?
I'm mellow and relatable. I like it.
I would love to teach at Greendale. And I do miss wearing skirts.
Once you swallow the contrivance, it'd open new areas and dynamics.
- And it's evergreen. - Great, that's settled.
How do we make it real?
Annie, you should start looking into education classes.
You too, Abed.
I should tell you I'm moving to Los Angeles.
What?
Like a TV executive, I let you work your asses off...
because there's no profit in saying no to an idea. But now I have to pass.
I'm a PA on a Fox show set in a video-game studio.
It's like 30 Rock meets IT Crowd meets...
well, me.
- I'm growing up. - That's so great.
Congratulations, Abed.
But you're coming back, right?
Maybe.
Probably.
- Maybe. - But six seasons and a movie.
I know it comforts you to look through that meta-lens...
but this is reality. TV's rules aren't common sense.
They're a studio wanting to milk their properties dry.
Hear, hear. Cheers to that, and cheers to Abed.
Cheers.
- What...? Jeffrey. - Hey.
And so on.
- Annie, I'm home. - Hey there.
How was your day? Did anything funny happen?
Who cares?
- How was your day? - Good. Sebastian did some drawing.
Sebastian. Let's look at him.
- Sebastian. - Sebastian.
- Aw. Back to your child area. - Aw.
Yay!
I love you.
- Are you okay? - Is this really what you want?
Of course.
I mean, I'd be fine with a dog too...
but whatever you want.
Do you have any idea what I want?
Yes?
- How'd you get in? - I hold the spare keys...
so the dean would stop leaving them under the welcome mat.
You left weirdly.
There's no normal way to do anything now.
Yeah.
- You're gonna be fine, you know. - I don't wanna be fine.
I wanna be 25 and heading out into the world.
I wanna fall asleep on a beach and be able to walk the next day.
Or stay up all night on accident.
I wanna wear a white T-shirt without looking like I forgot to get dressed.
I wanna be terrified of AIDS. I wanna have an opinion about those...
boring-ass Marvel movies.
And I want those opinions to be of any concern to the people making them.
Well, I wanna live in the same home for more than a year...
order wine without feeling nervous...
have a résumé full of crazy mistakes instead of crazy lies.
I want stories and wisdom, perspective.
I wanna have so much behind me I'm not a slave to what's in front of me.
Especially these...
flavorless, unremarkable Marvel movies.
- Oh, they are so not a big deal. - I know.
- It's just all there is. - Yes, and you get to say that.
I could screw myself if I say it...
but there's pressures on me you don't have to live under...
if you accept that you're older...
and let the kid stuff go.
I let you go, Annie.
With my hands, and my head.
The heart...
Which cynics say is code for penis.
- Wants what it wants.
But I let you go.
The others are coming.
I think you should kiss me goodbye...
or you might regret it for the rest of your life.
What about you?
I'll regret the kiss for a week. I'm in my 20s. Who cares?
Whoo. Are we interrupting?
Stop being gross.
You guys doing an unauthorized finale? Not cool.
Abed, I know it gives you comfort to see through that meta-lens, but...
we were just saying goodbye to the room.
For season six. Season seven, who knows? It's out of our hands.
Too many variables.
Cool. Cool, cool. Cool, cool.
- Cool. - Heh.
That was one cool for each season.
Wait, do it again, I wanna try something.
- Cool. Cool, cool. Cool...
- Oh. - Cool, cool.
I farted during the fourth one. It's an inside joke.
- I'm gonna miss you guys. - Gay.
You know what I think, as a humble outsider that came in and nailed it?
I think everyone should imagine...
their own personal version of season seven...
and not share it with anyone. Maybe it'll come true.
No cutting to any of them. If you cut to it, it won't come true.
You just stopped being a study group.
I hereby pronounce you a community.
Brianna, you're the driven idealist.
Kaylee, the fiery, passionate one, we might have a fun no-stringsy thing.
And Mackenzie, the kooky, nerdy one. And Hallie, the other nerdy one.
You should be friends and have pillow fights.
And there's Phoebe, the wise one.
No? You're nerdy too? Okay.
And the rest of you other redhead ones...
we're gonna have some pretty crazy times.
And eventually, you'll leave and be replaced by new ones...
and that's something I'm equipped to handle now.
I'm sort of a hero that way.
We can cut to them at home though, right?
- I mean, by ourselves? - Sure.
- I love that I got to be with you guys. - Gay.
You saved my life, and changed it forever.
Gay!
Thank you.
I'm gay.
I'm for real gay.
I'm legit gay!
- This is the show. - Right. That's right.
Community, the hit show is now a hit board game.
- More like an "I'm bored" game. - Shut up, Leonard.
You look like a German puppet maker and smell like the inside of a church.
Blah, blah. Commercial VO describing the rules of gameplay.
- I like you, Winger. As a friend. - Ooh.
Sorry, Britta, but that friendship just got a benefit.
Collect the other players' identities...
and be the first to figure out if the game is part of the show or...
I got it. The whole show is happening inside this game.
Then explain this.
- What is it? - It's a script...
of a fake commercial at the end of season six...
starring this family.
Sorry, Dad.
Guess I win.
You stupid child.
Nobody's winning anything.
Don't you see?
This means we don't exist.
We're not created by God, we're created by a joke.
We were never born and we will never actually live.
Dice not included. Some assembly required.
Lines between perception, desire and reality may become blurred.
Characters may hook up with no regard for your emotional investment.
Some episodes too conceptual, some too funny to be immersive...
some so immersive they aren't funny. Consistency between seasons varies.
Viewers measured by participants...
keeping handwritten journals of what they watch.
Show may be cancelled and moved to the Internet...
where it turns out millions were watching.
Fake commercial may descend into vain Chuck Lorre-esque rant by creator.
Therapist told creator this is not how you make yourself a good person.
Life may pass by while we ignore those close to us.
Those people may want to know I love them but am incapable of saying it.
Contains pieces the size of a child's esophagus.
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