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Season six of Community is quite possibly their best yet. What’s not to love with dialogue like this?

I’m not psychic… That’s an illusion caused by extreme preparedness.

Are you crying? You cry when I tell you to cry, so reabsorb that disgusting droplet of salt and bad choices back into your doughy body. Then call your mom and ask if you can be reabsorbed into her doughy body. If you don’t, I swear to God I will take that tear and I will freeze it and stab you in the eye with it you waste of a soul-shaped hole forgotten by God!

But my personal favorite from these last few episodes occurs when someone is asked about hope.

Oh, God, no, I never hope. Hope is pouting in advance. Hope is faith’s richer, bitchier sister. Hope is the deformed addict bound incest monster offspring of entitlement and fear. My life results tripled the year I gave up hope… and every game on my phone that had anything to do with farming. What’s true will be true… Our job is to deal with that truth.

If you care to catch up, Hulu has seasons 1-5 and Yahoo Screen has the latest. I’ve loved the series since the beginning, but if you’re not a fan of parody, self-reference, and a fair bit of surrealism – there are episodes and/or segments done as dystopian landscapes, an 8-bit video game, claymation, and anime – you probably won’t dig it. Which is why it was moved around the schedule a lot, nearly cancelled twice, and eventually let go by NBC.

It’s not a typical sitcom, but that’s exactly why I adore it. Well, that and the snappy, hilarious dialogue.

Alcohol makes people sad. It’s the Lifetime movie of beverages.

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