Leslie: I've gotten to know the city councilmen pretty well because of my campaign.
Leslie: What I hear when I'm being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.
April: [reading Andy's "Thank You" note for her grandfather] "Dear April's grandmother." I said grandfather.
Andy: Oh, oops. OK. April: "You are a beautiful and amazing woman." Man. "I hope someday I can become half the woman you are." He's a man. "Thank you for the $500." It was five dollars. "Enjoy the Mouse Rat CD." He is deaf. Andy: OK, do you want me to make those changes or is it good? Lawrence: Hey park lady! You suck.
Leslie: Hear that? He called me park lady. Ann: What is your ideal man?
Leslie: He has the brains of George Clooney in the body of Joe Biden. Ron: What are you doing here?
Leslie: Running away from my problems. Ron: Come on in. Ron: Got a call from some panicky morning joggers. Apparently sanitation didn't empty this dumpster, to the raccoons delight.
April: I thought raccoons were supposed to be nocturnal. Ron: Not in this town, sweetheart. In this town, they're 24/7. We can't have raccoons for the Christmas thing. They'll hunt the kids for sport. April: This is my boyfriend, Derek, and this is Derek's boyfriend, Ben.
Ben: Hey. Leslie: Hey...oh...wait, sorry. What's the situation? April: What do you mean? Leslie: How does this work? April: Derek is gay but he's straight for me, but he's gay for Ben, and Ben's really gay for Derek. And I hate Ben. Derek: It's not that complicated. Jerry: For my murinal, I was inspired by the death of my grandma--
Tom: You said "murinal!" [Everyone laughs] Jerry: No, I didn't. Ann: Yes, you did. You said "murinal." I heard it. Jerry: Anyway, she-- April: Jerry, why don't you put that murinal in the men's room so people can murinate all over it? Tom: Jerry, go to the doctor. You might have a murinary tract infection.[Jerry takes down his mural and walks away defeated] Jerry: ...Just wanted to show you my art... Everyone: Murinal! Murinal! Murinal! Leslie: Disqualified![cut to Jerry being interviewed] Jerry: It's Pointillism. And each dot is a photo of the citizen of the town-- Tom: [from other room] No one cares! At all! |