Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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