Nathan Savin Scott

Welcome back, people who either hate or love this show with a fervent passion!

But seriously what’s with girls putting guys in the friend zone?! How dumb is that?! Like, get out of the friend zone and get into my pants, am I right, bros!? Beer me!

How do you think your education has prepared you to work in fashion? I was required to wear clothing in my classes…so that, like, prepared me, in a way.

There is no “real” you. If you treat people poorly, or start fights in bars, or steal, or hit dogs, or pick on the weak kid in school, you are not, nor can you be, “actually a good person on the inside.”

This herd of attractive, toned young people checking each other out is an ecosystem that I have never been able to find a niche in.

So, I guess this means Billboard is counting YouTube views now, huh? That is neat, I guess. Getting with the times.

I love Facebook but I like hate Facebook too. Do you know what I mean? It wastes SO much of my time. But at the same time, it’s like crack, you know?

Along with actually attending a course, the gang reunited with the uber-annoying German bros from “Foosball and Nocturnal Vigilantism” only to engage in a brief war for the study room.

“You own everything that has happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have treated you better.”

Spacey just delivered a Ferris-Bueller-direct-to-the-camera-confessional IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS EULOGY. IS THERE NOTHING THIS MAN CAN’T DO?!

This is easily the first episode of the season which feels like Community.

Scene: Saturday morning. A sidewalk in the East Village. TERRENCE, STEVE and OLIVIA are walking, each alone, in the same general direction along the busy city street. A bright light flashes across the sky.