The Community Zone

Jimson: You got a gift, kid. You know that, right? A gift for henching. Fitzroy: Big deal. I'm a knight student. I like learning. Jimson: Yeah, right. Learning. Learn everything. Learn until you're dead. Or you can join the Annex for Sidekicks and Henchpeople. Fitzroy: Oh, man. Jimson: Listen to me! Blame-taking, accounting, real things, things that people always need and rely on. This is a life, kid, a real one. Doing something that matters, something that makes sense. Fitzroy: The only thing that makes sense is this: Learning, thoughts. So I can think, and get a student loan, and grind my own coffee, and understand HBO. Jimson: You don't have to do that, kid. You're special. You could be a sidekick!

Irene, meeting with maintenance workers: Hi, Jerry, Carlo, Crazy Schmidt. I'm Irene. Jerry: Wow, you learned our names. Irene: I did. Crazy Schmidt, how are C.J.'s clarinet lessons going? Crazy Schmidt: Well, she's having a little trouble with her left finger lifts, but she's getting there. Irene, do you want that bulletin board hung up? Let me put in a work order for you. Crazy Schmidt: There you go. That should happen in three to six business months. Irene, looking at the screen: Any way we could bump that up a little, so it's somewhere above "Lower flag for Reagan's death?" Crazy Schmidt: You gotta talk to a custodian for that; we're janitors. Irene: There's a difference? Crazy Schmidt: Huh. And we were just starting to like you.

Thacker: Mark Zuckerberg is Fidel Castro in flip-flops. This social media stuff is gonna make East Berlin look like Woodstock. You take my word for that. Duck: Do you own stock in Trivial Pursuit's Baby Boom Edition?

Irene: Some app developers contacted me about beta testing their latest social-networking app on our campus, which could be good for us. Look what Facebook did for Harvard, right?

Duck: Shut up, Ned! I heard about your prescription socks.

Remy: I feel like we let Irene down when we said we wouldn’t join the Fellowship’s softball team. Nadiya: No, she let herself down when she left the house this morning wearing a sweater vest.

Thacker: I transferred, or "downloaded," Barclay's picture to this computer. And as you can see, by making a few adjustments, I can make the entire image... Old-West color.

Ned: Hey, Duck, can I borrow some change for the water fountain? Aubrey: Hang on. There’s a charge on the water fountain? Mama, what are you doing? Mama: Nothing after lunch. And I can skip lunch if you want-- Aubrey: I mean with the water fountain.  Mama: Oh, that. It keeps lodge rates down and it saves on water, too. Aubrey: That’s because nobody's gonna pay to drink water. Mama: Actually it's a two-drink minimum. It'll be reflected in your bill.

Duck: Shut up, Ned! Those teenage girls you play ping-pong with are doing it ironically.

Aubrey: I can’t believe Pigeon killed Ned. And to think, I trusted her enough to captain a magic carpet in that dream I had last night.