Bright: She's gone.
Reid: She who?
Bright: Ms. Pac-man. How did this happen? Was there a break-in? You've already called 911?
Ephram: I sold her.
Bright: You sold her. How could you do that?
Ephram: I needed the money.
Bright: And you couldn't donate some blood?
Reid: Thank God you sold that thing. It was killing my GPA.
(Ephram nods in agreement)
Andy: You're having dinner at out house tomorrow night. I don't like the idea you being all by yourself.
Edna: I don't need a babysitter.
Andy: Do you want me to hire a nurse to take care of you?
Edna: I hate you Brown.
Andy: Perfect. You'll fit right in with Delia.
Bright: Oh yeah, B plus. Career high. Who puts the stud in American Studies? Bright Abbot does, ladies and gentlemen. I could do this professionally.
Ephram: You want to be a historian?
Bright: God, is that what it would make me? Never mind.