Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're on the air.
I am Leslie Knope. I am the Pawnee Emergency Czar.
Oh, my God. You did all this?
Unfortunately, no one contacted the transit department
Hey, get the rest of the money,
I don't want any of this stuff.
Doesn't matter. Prepare for the diarrhea.
- to promote the gala. - I'll do it.
No one had your cell number, Big "J."
God, that guy is the worst!
I got to say, Leonard, it kind of feels
We make money. They make money.
whether you have the right personality profile
It doesn't make business sense
That'll mask the scratches.
I got all the other fast-food places in town to donate food.
No. No, just pretend.
Got it. Kill 'em.
Okay, what does it mean when an officer calls in a 3542?
Little coq au vin? Little bouillabaisse?
- "The Knope Protocol"? - Uh, correction.
I know why you're here. I cannot do the gala.
To set up triage at the high school...
happening tonight.
Guys! Come here.
He's a sweet kid--
I get it, and I love it,
That's as complicated as it should be to open a business in this country.
Hey! Well, you know what?
Yes! Avian flu! Jackpot.
Go.
The tables showed up, which is good,
How did you get food?
I want to sell this lot to Paunch Burger.
I know black tie and chicky tenders isn't the best mix,
Okay, now.
This is a nightmare.
Attention. Panic from the outbreak has overloaded cell phone towers.
Well, Ron went on Joan's show and kicked ass.
What if we register for the park instead of the stuff?
I had a classic stroke of Haverford genius.
Look, we are stuck in this room until the drill is over.
"Kiss. All. Birds."
Everyone in Pawnee is dead.
Paunch Burger's number-one-selling burger
Isabella, can you tell us more about this killer earthquake?
Registering for your wedding