Bondage and Beta Male Sexuality - Community [S05E07]

You go ahead. Hurt my feelings.

- No, no. - Oh, no, no, no.

Millimetre don't make no difference. Bullets just kind of kill you.

That's convenient.

I watched my third wife die.

- You were there? - You were?

- For an hour. - Okay, an hour.

Speak for yourself.

And the moment she needs a shoulder to cry on:

You're an artist?

You just believed a bunch of ghosts?

...I have watched people walk around on your eggshells.

My mother used to tell a story about how she killed a chicken.

I would raise goats, hoard cinnamon, and travel only at night.

God bless you.

In the words of your hacky duck, "What the hell?"

What part would you have me be disinterested in?

I almost feel left out.

Jim the Duck. I'm crazy? Something's wrong with me? Jim the Duck?

You drink Scotch?

Janitor?

Hong Kong, 1964.

- Publishers are interested! - Publishers are stupid.

These are really good.

You're not Marco Polo of bullying me, just another tourist...