• Britta: Annie, think for one second. You have my phone and you're not even checking it. What if my mother is dying?
• Annie: This is junkie talk. You just want to know where your phone's hidden.
• Britta: I just want to know if my mother is dying. It's a simple yes or no. I'll cover my eyes, you go check my phone and say, "No, your mother isn't dying" or "Yes, your mother is dying" and then we go back to watching the film.

None of us has to go to anyone. And the idea we do is a mental illness we contracted from breath mint commercials and Sandra Bullock. We can’t keep going to each other until we learn to go to ourselves. Stop making our hatred of ourselves someone else’s job and just stop hating ourselves.

I’ll be home late sugar boots. Abed hurt Troy’s feelings by being a robot. Need to stay with my boy to make sure Britta doesn’t put him on the weed. Please record Forensic Files :-)