Annie, two gifts?
Thank you.
Well, I wanted to get the baby a doll
and since the father might be Andre or Chang,
I wanted all ethnic bases covered.
So there's a little African-American girl.
And there's a very nice letter from the manufacturer
promising to expand their selection.
Oh, is everyone enjoying their egg rolls
and/or Mieliepap.
A traditional maize porridge popular in Ghana?
Annie, you are aware that baby showers can be race neutral.
Yes, thank you, Annie, for trying to be inclusive,
but, um, regardless of any biological happenstance,
this baby will be raised by Andre and I.
That's right. And I seem to recall a story
about a man named Joseph
who happily raised a baby that wasn't his.
History's greatest chump.
We're talking about Joe Kennedy, right?
It's cool. If it's mine, I'll be a lovable uncle.
Okay, a creepy uncle. Final offer.
This is from me and Troy.
When your child is a lone scavenger
in the nuclear wasteland,
clean water will be worth its weight in gold.
Yeah, we wanted to get him a sawed-off shotgun,
but those are pretty expensive already.
Sorry. You people eat this stuff?
I've never seen that stuff in my life.
You know, you really shouldn't say "you people."
Oh, it's okay.
Pierce was having trouble
quitting offensive phrases cold Turkey,
so we've created a bargaining system.
We traded "you people" for some of his other favorite phrases.
Yeah, I really got... Jewish-personed out of that one.
- Here, open mine. - Thank you.
Oh, a cigar cutter,
Maxim magazine, and hot sauce.
It's a theme gift.
Sorry I'm late.
Can I get a ni hao up in this hizzy?
Why is everyone in this school obsessed with race?
White-people problems.
Ooh, that looks fun.
Oh, Troy, Abed, who was that cute guy
that I saw you outside with earlier?
Oh, that's Lukka. That's our new friend.
- He's in Troy's history class. - Oh, yeah, he's awesome.
He has an accent. He rolls his own cigarettes.
And he plays the same video games as us.
We like him a lot.
So you're not allowed to bone him.
You just guaranteed she'll bone him.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
Mmm. Ugh, who am I kidding?
I should be putting this right on my thighs.
Community 2x18 - Custody Law and Eastern European Diplomacy
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Watch out, Abed. There's a guy on your six.
That's why I'm taking out my nine millimeter.
Please.
In my country, we give nine millimeter
to little girl for sweet 16.
- Try grenade launcher. - Cool.
Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.
Knock, knock.
Hey, I was just stopping by.
Oh, is this a bad time?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Gentlemen, it's no way
to treat a girl that looks this way.
Come in.
- I'm Lukka. - Britta.
Like, uh, Britney Spears.
Exactly like Britney Spears.
Britta was just leaving.
No, no, no, stay.
Visit with your friends. I must go anyway.
- Oh! - Yes, I'm cooking Podvarak.
- Oh, I've never had that. - I could make for you.
Okay, I'll give you my number.
You are her boyfriends?
I love these guys.
They make funny with their mouths.
Here you go.
- I leave. - Okay.
What?
- He asked me out. - You're not allowed.
- Not allowed? - You'll ruin him.
- I'll ruin him? - Stop repeating.
Stop rep...rimanding me,
and explain why I'll ruin him.
Britta, you date guys that we think are cool,
and when you decide you don't like them anymore,
you tell us horrible things about them
that we can never unhear.
Name one guy I did that with.
- That one dude, tall Kyle. - Jeff.
Jeff? I ruined Jeff?
Oh, you mean Jeff "nipple play" winger?
No, as you can see, we're still hanging out with him.
How's it going, Jeff?
Promise me you won't date Lukka,
and I'll give you one of these.
It's a sweatshirt I made
for everyone who was part of the paintball adventure last year.
You should have given me
one of those a long time ago. I kicked your asses.
Don't date Lukka.
"Hit my genie bottle"?
What the... what was that?
Ooh, ooh, Jeff, Jeff,
I was, um, hoping you can help me with something?
Sure. Let's have a look here.
Let's see, uh, pieces of paper,
stapled together, lot of writing.
I'm afraid this is as far as I can go.
No, no, no, I don't want you to read it, Jeff.
I want you to help me get Chang to sign it.
It's a little something-something
I had an attorney draw up.
This little something-something
is a forfeiture of parental rights.
Mm-hmm. Better safe than sorry.
Why do you need me to make Chang
sign away his hypothetical baby?
Isn't he sort of living with you?
- Not cool, Shirley. - You have a rapport with him...
Not cool, Shirley.
Besides, as your friend, can I tell you,
don't poke that bear.
I mean, I think right now
you're as protected as you can get.
I don't see Chang as being
a real hands-on baby daddy.
Oh, so now we're all in the business
of knowing what's going on in Chang's head, huh?
Huh?
Fine. For the child.
- God bless you. - Not lately.
Oh, I'm, um... Oh, I'm so sorry,
but could you just not tell Troy and Abed
that we went out tonight?
No problem.
It's just, um... They're just really worried
if you and I, you know, see each other
that it's somehow gonna affect your friendship with them.
Hey, don't worry. Don't worry.
I can keep a secret.
I'm from the Balkans.
There are many things I try not to talk about.
Lukka...
I knew it.
I knew there was pain in there.
Just so you know,
you can talk to me about anything.
So much killing...
The corpses stacked like firewood,
the rivers red with their blood...
I miss it so much.
Oh, Lukka.
Mm. Wait, just, um... Just to clarify,
when you say you miss it,
it's like... like you have survivor's guilt,
like you wish you were back over there
defending the motherland, right?
Yes, I-I miss cleansing our fields and forests
of the unclean people who stole my country.
I miss the smell of the villages burning.
I miss the way they used to run from our tanks in fear.
Ah, damn it.
My neighbor is jazz musician.
Hey, Spencer, come on, man.
I got woman in here!
Great.
He really knows how to kill the mood.
What are you doing? Did you look for a job today?
I was going to,
but I noticed your coffee table's wobbly,
so I decided to fix it.
Ugh!
It must be the floor.
Don't saw the floor. Don't saw anything.
I'm tired of confiscating saws. Give me that.
Take this.
"Parental rights"?
- You're adopting me? - It's from Shirley.
It gives her and Andre the baby.
Sign it.
Oh, and if anyone asks,
this was my most convincing speech ever.
Why are you crying?
Ugh.
Don't tell me you actually wanted to be a father.
I don't know.
Maybe.
I mean, what if this is my last chance?
I mean, between you and me, I don't Chang a lot of chicks.
But fathers are responsible. They have jobs.
You, you crash on people's couches
and twitch in your sleep like a dog dreaming of a rabbit.
It's real! You don't...
Wait.
So you're saying if I get a job and my own apartment,
Shirley might let me be part of my baby's life?
Yes.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
- So does that mean I can...? - Go for it.
Where do you keep getting these?
Hey, guys, where are you going?
We're grabbing lunch
for a marathon video game session with Lukka.
Lots of fork foods... don't want to grease up the troops.
Oh, speaking of Lukka,
how much do you guys know about him, anyway?
- Why? - Did you start dating him,
and now you want to tell us horrible things about him?
What? No.
Good, 'cause Lukka's gonna teach us how to break the will
of an entire village by killing their livestock
and desecrating their places of worship.
That sounds horrific.
Ugh. Girls are so un-desensitized.
Jeffrey.
- Hey, guys. - Hey, man.
How'd that little talk go
with Chang last night?
Yeah, about that, Shirley,
I gave my most convincing speech ever,
- and it didn't take. - Didn't take?
We're not giving him a perm, Jeff.
We just need to him to sign a contract.
Well, "need" is... Is a strong word.
I think Shirley would feel more comfortable
if we had something in writing.
However, I believe that we can handle
whatever obstacle comes our way.
Aw, baby.
Well, good, good morning, everybody.
Did you see the stock market today?
Up, down... Pick a direction, huh?
Man, I don't know about you guys,
but I've been circling these want ads all morning.
Now, who wants to take a break and build a birdhouse?
Chang, what's going on?
I'm just getting my act together.
I got a baby coming.
I can almost hear the pitter-patter
of little Chinese feet across the treetops.
And when that happens,
I got to be the best dad I can be.
Right, Jeff, huh?
Come on, don't leave me hanging,
my main mentor.
Oh, hey, is that a reason to leave?
Jeffrey? Excuse me.
Jeffrey!
Let me ask you a question, dad-to-dad.
Why do I have to put the vcr on three
if Bones is on five?
Hmm?
Jeff! Jeffrey!
I know you not gonna make a pregnant woman run.
I know you not gonna make a pregnant woman
walk this distance between us.
So I ask you to help me,
and you take that as an opportunity
to get Chang out of your apartment?
Hey, who am I to stand in the way
of someone trying to put their life together?
- What am I, daytime television? - Very cute, Jeff.
Well, how cute is it gonna be
when that lunatic is dangling my baby
over a lion cage on alternate weekends?
Could be pretty cute. Are they baby lions?
New low, Jeff, even for you.
Shirley...
Right. I'm not gonna make a pregnant woman storm off?
Look at them run.
They must die like the maggots that they are.
Whoa, Lukka, I didn't know we got extra points
- for killing villagers. - He's amazing.
And I thought I knew everything about this game.
Britta.
Hi, Lukka.
- No! - Unbelievable.
Guys, calm down. I'm just here
for my "trekkies do it in the final frontier" hat.
That's my hat.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
- Are you sure? - Yep.
Hey, Lukka, you are really good at this game,
and there must be a reason that you are so good at this game.
Britta, though your flirtation technique is hilarious,
it's distracting.
Lukka is kicking serious ass right now.
He just set fire to a farmers market.
Bang, bang, you're dead!
Save your tears for your dog mother in hell!
Okay, fine.
Wait a minute.
You have DVD blu-ray disc
Kick Puncher 3 : "The Final Kickening."
You let me borrow, no?
Ah, no can do, Lukka. Sorry.
Thanks to guys like Pierce
who kept writing "this side up" on all my disks,
I have a strict no-lending policy on my DVDs.
What would happen if somebody broke that rule?
They'd be dead to me forever.
Maybe we watch Kick Puncher 3 "The Final Kickening"
together sometime.
Yes, Lukka, maybe we do.
May... be...
we... do.
Would you please leave?
I don't want to play anymore.
- I feel sick. - She's strange.
Hey, Chang, can I talk to you for a second?
Sorry, can't talk till I see my face in this.
Well, can I give you some advice...
Dad-to-dad?
Oh, hold on, hold on, hold on.
My pipe. Okay.
What's on your mind, neighbor?
I think it's great that you're trying to get
your life together, right?
But for your sake and for Shirley's,
I think you just need to relax a little.
Oh, I see what's going on.
You're scared.
Feel me coming up on your tail, huh?
No... no, no.
Man, listen, I've been a father for 11 years,
and a good one for 9 of those.
Now, I'm there when they're sick.
I pick 'em up from school, help 'em with their homework.
See, Chang, it's not how you act,
it's what you do.
I do.
You think that pool table put aluminum siding on itself?
Ow.
Uh, yeah, see, that's not what I'm talking about.
I'll go ahead and consider that point missed.
I got your text. What's going on?
Something terrible has happened.
My Kick Puncher 3: "The Final Kickening" DVD
is missing.
Oh, that's awful.
Somebody took it? Who would...
Wait. "Kickmuncher 3"?
Wasn't that the movie that Lukka was...?
You don't think...?
Unless...
You don't suppose...? However...
No.
That would mean that you guys
would have to stop hanging out... no!
We have video of you taking the DVD, Britta.
What?
You have a security camera in your room?
It's for an extremely thorough documentary
I'm making on my life.
It's mostly footage of me watching dailies,
but every once in a while it comes in handy.
I don't understand why you would do this
and then try to pin it on Lukka.
Now you're just ruining cool guys for fun.
It's just cruelty, Britta.
You're inhuman. You're an inhuman person.
You're a monster.
Lukka's a monster for realsies.
I did this so you guys would stop hanging out with him.
He's a war criminal!
You're embarrassing yourself, Britta.
In what war is he a criminal...
The battle for our affections?
Uh, how about the genocide in the Balkans?
Hmm, yeah, you would say that.
You just got caught red-handed borrowing a DVD
without permission.
You guys have to believe me.
He's so much worse than tall Kyle!
Hey, Jefe.
- Hola. - Hola
What are you doing? Who are these tiny people?
I picked up Shirley's kids from school,
and I'm helping them with their Spanish homework.
- Hey, kids. - Ooh!
Ow. Watch the cardigan.
What? Why?
To prove I'm a responsible dad.
This proves you're a kidnapper.
- What the hell's wrong with you? - I am nuts, Jeff!
Get with the program!
Oh, my God. What have I done?
I can't believe I actually said you could be a father.
- I can be. - Oh, no, you can't.
You can't be anything, and you never will.
I pretended to have faith in you
to get you off my couch and out of my apartment.
Now, call Shirley and beg forgiveness.
Kids, why don't you get your stuff together?
I'll take you home.
Who's Shirley?
Shirley's your mom, dumbass.
Our mom's name is Loquanda.
Hey, hey, that's racist.
Wait. Is your mom's name really Loquanda?
Yeah. You said you were a friend of hers.
Why didn't you know that, dumbass?
I do! I...
Just playing a educational game with you!
- Right. - Don't give me that lip.
Hey, kids, you mind waiting in the hallway?
- Yeah, no problem. - Go ahead.
I want you to understand something while I'm gone.
You are a horrible human being,
and I will never feel sorry for you again.
I don't care what happens to you,
and when I get back, I want you gone.
Oh, believe me,
I will definitely be far, far away from here.
Hi, policeman, how much do you pay
for anonymous tips about kidnappings?
Ok, fine. This one's on me
You're free to go.
Here's your wallet, keys, and pasties.
They're nipple guards for running.
Olympic athletes use them.
Buddy, I worked at a maximum-security prison
for seven years,
and those are still the gayest thing I've ever seen.
Well, I find that hard to believe.
Jeffrey, I spoke to the boys' mother.
She's not gonna press charges. Are you okay?
Oh, I'm fine.
I spent the night learning arts and crafts
from my cell mate, Chabo.
Did you know you can make an ashtray
using only a cigarette and a snitch's forehead?
Yeah.
Look, uh, Shirley, I'm...
I'm sorry I tried to capitalize
on your situation with Chang.
Apology accepted.
Punishment is time served.
There's no cell on earth that can hold Chang!
I know this place's secrets.
Winger! Thank God you're all right!
I've been looking all... Hey, Tracy. What's up, baby?
Why are they arresting Chang?
I thought you said Loquanda wasn't pressing charges.
Mm-hmm, not against Jeff,
but I talked her into going after Chang
for child endangerment.
Shirley, he could get three to five years for that.
Are you sure that's what you want?
Because if we put our heads together,
we could be rid of him for 20 to life.
- Really? - Oh, absolutely.
All I'd have to do is testify
that he tried to sell those kids to me
and throw in the fact that he was teaching them Spanish,
and any d.A. Worth his salt
can make a case for human trafficking.
I like how you thinking.
What is wrong with you two?
Why are you doing this to Chang?
Andre, I'm doing this for us.
We have a second chance for our family,
and I just want everything to be perfect.
Baby, that's what you wanted the first time around.
You did everything in your power to make everything perfect,
and look what happened.
Are you trying to tell me you cheated
because I wanted what was best for our family?
No, I cheated because I was a coward.
But you took me back, because while I was gone,
somehow you learned to accept the bad with the good.
Oh, that's the Greendale effect.
Our school motto is "lower your standards."
Look, look, I know you are ashamed
about what happened with Chang.
Hell, I am too, all right?
But locking that little man up
is not gonna make our lives any less crazy.
It'll only make prison crazier.
I guess you're right.
It's impossible to keep the chaos from your lives.
I mean, we learned that in that movie
we saw with all those dinosaurs.
- Jurassic Park? - No, it's complicated.
Okay, okay, time-out.
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry to you, you, officer baby.
Let's go buddy, come on!
- No! No! No! - Come on, you're coming with me
Britta?
What? You guys want me to ruin something for you?
Come on, you're being dramatic.
We asked Lukka a few questions after what you said.
He told us about his time in the army
and...
The things he did.
I'm never gonna get some of those images out of my head.
If I ever go to the Balkans,
I'm bringing some serious cheat codes and walk-throughs.
Why didn't you tell us sooner?
Because I didn't want to be the one
to ruin another guy for you guys.
Britta, there's a difference between telling us
a guy likes nipple play
and telling us a guy makes hats out of babies.
I guess the reason this happened
is because we've been riding you kind of hard lately.
How about from now on, we promise to go easier on you,
if you promise not to tell us
any details about the guys you're dating,
unless they've committed genocide.
Or if they're left-handed.
I want to know about that. I'm making a chart.
Deal.
I guess I ruined game night.
I tend to ruin stuff.
- Come on. - You do not.
You want to watch catfish with us?
Was that the movie where the guy flirts with the girl online,
but then it turns out that it's a fat, old woman?
Oh. Sorry.
It's cool.
Maybe it's about catfish.
Well, this was fun.