I found the smell. Someone filed a taco. Things that will otherwise get filed straight to my thighs.
Hmm. So I know you agree with me that we need to find the truth, but...do you agree that the truth won't be horrible?
I'm not psychic, Annie; that's an illusion caused by extreme preparedness.
But...what do you hope is true?
Oh God, no. I never hope. Hope is pouting in advance. Hope is faith's richer, bitchier sister. Hope is the deformed, addict-bound, incest monster offspring of entitlement and fear. My life results tripled the year I gave up hope and every game on my phone that had to do with farming. What's true will be true, Annie. Our job is to deal with that truth.
You sound a little like Jeff.
Jeff said I sound like Abed. I wonder if Britta thinks I sound like Chang. I assume Chang thinks I sound like distant explosions and crying babies; you know he's unstable, right?
Yep.
A transcript for Ruffles.
You think that's our guy?
I do.
[Frankie opens the transcript to Annie]
Oh my God...
So many classes... [notices Annie crying] See what hope does?
Screw you, Frankie!
I'm sorry, Annie, but I don't think you're seeing this for what it is.
It's a transcript for a dog! A really, really long one! It's proof that Jeff was right; this school has no value!
Yeah, but this folder has no degree. Look.
What's that?
Victory. You know, in the context of Greendale.
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