Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have to do something else.
Beware the Ides of March, Mr. Winger.
It's now an F. JEFF: What?
Kendra told me. She does work for Professor Cornwallis.
Fair enough. Maybe you can grade us separately.
JUDGE: Ms. Edison, you are hereby released from Greendale Insane Asylum.
that he or she is gonna forgive whoever screws up next.
Give it up, professor. You've fired all your bullets.
and, yes, she did stab several pharmacists,
I was spending an evening with my two lady friends,
What is going on in here? No!
A lovely place. Very feminine.
He's giving us a C-minus. Right.
I'm pretty sure it's anus
Okay. But for the purpose of story symmetry,
It's the only real plot point we need next.
weak, hopeless soul like me.
Merry Christmas.
Here. I was gonna save these for the real Christmas day,
Okay. Well, now that we are all here
"To Abed, yippee-ki-yay, Father Christmas."
The professor seems to be responding to things that I don't have,
You know, you can't make Valedictorian with an F,
Or Shirley, who I didn't mention earlier,
Maybe you attacked one of us. Where are the signs of struggle?
Jingle bells swing And jingle bells ring
PELTON: No explanation necessary.
Well, I think we found our triangle.
This wouldn't have happened if Jeff hadn't taunted him.
Okay.
CORNWALLIS: Let go of me, you big, hairy nutter.
Or how about you, the odd, emotionless Muslim?