[Jeff enters the study room to find Britta sitting at the table alone]
Hey.
Hey.
So...what are you gonna do?
I'm thinking I'm gonna transfer to City College, but I'm knowing I'm gonna be a bartender. You?
Subway offered me a job.
Nice! [quick pause] I'm worried about Abed and Annie. They're not ready for this to end.
Yeah, they're part of the "adulthood begins at 30" generation. I'm...I'm actually looking forward to a little bit of-
Sanity?
Yes! Sanity. Yeah, I mean, it's over, but on the other hand, it's over.
Amen. And to think, this all started because you wanted to-
Nail you. [chuckles] Yeah, I regret nothing.
Don't. I mean, after everything that's happened here, what did either of us get done aside from each other?
Exactly, and what are either of us gonna be leaving...with...?
[pause]
"Um...I should go clean out my locker," she said at the age of 33...
[Britta gets up and starts to leave, but Jeff stops her]
Let's get married.
What?
Yeah, right? I mean, this is what matters, right? This is what keeps people from being pointless! Let's do what people do. Let's get a house we can't afford, and a dog that makes us angry.
And dedicate an entire cabinet to grocery bags and realize we have a favorite brand of olive oil?
Yes; marry me.
Okay, yeah.
[they both embrace and kiss]
Yeah...uh, yeah, this feels...right. Let's get out of here and never look back.
Yeah, but first, let's lock these doors and pull these shades. We've never had sex on the new table.
Yes, two for two! Medium roughness, high tempo?
Let's make it a number eight.
[suddenly, Dean Pelton, Abed, and Annie burst in the room]
BURIED TREASURE!
