Conspiracy Theories and Interior Design (2010)
Agnes, cancel my appointments.
It's called alternative energy, the key to a brighter tomorrow.
Notice all the animals wearing sunglasses.
Because it's a brighter tomorrow.
My boys are in elementary school.
They don't make nearly as many dioramas as we do.
The whole environmental club is making them for green week.
And this afternoon in the cafeteria, we're having a bio-diorama-rama.
I heard one kid made a diorama about a world without dioramas.
It's still cool if I sleep at your place tonight, right?
Totally. Hey, since we're both done with classes, we can start the sleepover now. Let's get in our pajamas and build a blanket fort. Let's do it.
A blanket fort. Wow!
You can come hang out in it with us later if you want.
Uh, thanks, but I think I'll find something more grown-up to do. Hmm. Okay.
Enjoy eating fiber and watching The Mentalist.
Britta, that wasn't nice.
I'm sorry, Shirley, but who wants to hang out in a blanket fort with grown men in tiny underoos?
Hello! So... Jeffrey, I was just looking over your class schedule.
Maybe it was a random spot-check.
Maybe it was a specific spot-check.
Maybe I'm making a scrapbook.
The point is you will not be receiving credit for your independent study:
Conspiracy theories in US history.
What? Why not?
Because the class doesn't exist.
And neither does the teacher... Professor Professorson?
What? That's his name!
Oh... It's Dutch.
I think it means professor. I think it means poppycock.
The ultimate Jeff Winger blow-off class...
The one that doesn't exist.
Now I have to audit an entire system for shenanigans, which means... bye-bye weekends.
Bye-bye writing at Starbucks till a certain persian barista asks me about my novel.
It's one thing to blow off regular classes, but this devalues all the credits I work very hard for.
Mm-hmm. Can I defend myself and say this is nuts?
I've been meeting with this professor in his office every Wednesday all semester.
You're gonna commit to this?
Commit to what... Reality?
Okay, then, please... lead me to Professor Professorson. Gladly.
This I gotta see. I have always dreamt of playing charades with you, Jeffrey...
Just not like this, not on dry land.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
We're too big for this, aren't we?
But if we went two pillows higher in the corner, we could vault the ceiling...
Bump up the square footage.
Make this a blanket fort for men.
Babu-gabku boo-gee.... babu-jabbu-babu-bee.
Well, here we are.
Professor Professorson's office.
I don't know what's goin' on.
You guys have to believe me.
I have spent a whole year studying conspiracy theories with Professor Professorson right here!
Wait! Of course!
This is a test.
He's teaching me about real conspiracies by erasing his existence!
Oh, my God. Do you know what this means?
That's how stupid Jeff thinks other people are.
I always knew you were lazy, but I didn't realize that you would stoop to such pathetic lies!
One man's lies are another man's truth...
Wouldn't you say, Jeff?
I'm sorry. And who are you?
I'm Professor Professorson.
Ha. Wow, you...you really had me going there for a second, professor.
I thought I was going insane.
An actual conspiracy to round out your education in conspiracies and theories thereof.
Your real name... is Professor Professorson?
My family name is Professorberg, but we changed it when we were fleeing from the Nazis.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
You've probably never heard of me since I primarily teach night school.
My faculty ID.
Oh, well, I... guess I never stuck around late enough to meet you night school professors.
TV's gotten crazy good, you know.
I have to take this.
Thank you for indulging me, dean.
Jeff, read chapters 10 through 12 of Douglas and see you next week.
That is... if I still exist.
See you, professor.
Sorry to doubt you, Jeffrey.
More importantly, out with this audit, back to chapter one of time desk...
The Chronicles of Dean Dangerous.
That is gonna be the worst book I'll ever read cover to cover. I'm a terrible friend.
I accused you of being a lying cheat.
Can you ever forgive me? Sure.
Here's the thing, though.
I've never seen that guy in my life!
What? That wasn't Professor Professorson?
There is no Professor Professorson!
I made him up! I forged a form with a phony teacher and class for a free credit!
I knew it!
Oh, you lying cheat!
Wait. Then... who was that?
I don't know!
Wait, what? I don't know!
What should we do?
I think we should grab some lunch.
I'm serious. So am I.
I just saw fat Neil head to the cafeteria with that look in his eye.
We got ten minutes to grab the last lima bean.
Jeff, you made up a professor, and he just appeared out of thin air.
You're not the least bit curious how that happened?
My latest theory? Maybe I'm a God.
I've denied the signs for too long.
This is so typical.
You're just gonna blow off what happened.
Yes, especially when not blowing it off might cost me my free credit.
Now, do me a favor.
Be very un-Annie and blow it off too.
Oh, sure. I'll just blow it off.
I'll just blow everything off.
Heck, I guess I'll just blow off walkin'!
Okay. I'll just blow off standing.
I'm just blowin' everything off!
Maybe I'll blow off talking language.
Blee blu blah blah blah blee blu blu blah...
Hey, bros, what's the ha...
Can I come inside?
You could, Pavel... or... maybe the inside could come to you.
How would you characterize the amount of blankets and pillows you have?
A butt load?
I get wicked cold, bros, and mad sleepy.
If you're here to help me take my diorama to the bio-diorama-rama, I can do it myself.
Yes. You made that clear in your 11th "I can do it myself" text.
You even work too hard at passive-aggression, you know that?
Hey, so... do you know anything about greendale's night school?
Yeah. I'm assuming it's the worst thing you could ever hope to be in...
Only at night.
Damn it, Annie. Have you been playing detective?
You are gonna Nancy screw me out of my credit.
Relax. All I did was ask the administration desk if I could borrow a faculty directory.
Take a look at this.
Is that Professorson?
His real name is Professor Woolley, and he actually does teach night school here.
Why would someone you've never met pretend to be your phony Professor?
He was already carrying falsified faculty credentials.
Do you know what this means?
Yes. You are making me do work for my fake conspiracy class!
Exactly. There's a conspiracy here.
A dark, vast conspiracy that may just go all the way to the top.
This is greendale, Annie.
If there's a conspiracy, it goes all the way to slightly below the middle.
Wait a minute.
My car won't start.
Hold on one second.
Tell your little friend to stop snooping around night school, otherwise, things might get... explosive.
Probably didn't need to tackle you.
Looks like someone sent us a message...
A tiny, thoroughly underwhelming message.
I hope you've already laid out your outfit for tomorrow morning... because we're going to night school.
I stole these from my son's house.
When does a fort stop being a fort?
Hey. As long as it's still made out of blankets...
These'll be perfect for the Pierce's mom memorial tunnel.
How ' bout this one?
No. That's Professor Huyck's class...
"History of... Something."
You can't pronounce it?
No. It literally says history of something.
Let me see that.
"Principles of Intermediate?
"Studyology"? "Class 101"?
Look, this one just says learning with an exclamation point.
Hello, Professor Professorson.
Or should I say... Woolley?
What class are you teaching tonight, professor?
Do you mind if we sit in?
Not at all. Right this way.
So what kind of math do you teach, professor?
Well, you know, math.
New math. Uh...
He went into that blanket fort!
I think he went this way!
Do you see him? Oh, sorry.
Troy! Abed! Hey, guys.
Welcome to Fluffy town.
No smoking, no farting, no pillow fighting.
We're in a chase! That's allowed.
There he is!
Follow us. But afterwards, you should really check out our civil rights museum.
Leonard, back up!
You shouldn't even be in here, Leonard.
You already have three farting strikes against you.
W... He's getting away!
I know a shortcut. Through the turkish district.
There he is! What the hell's this?
Latvian independence parade.
Don't look at me. They had the proper permits.
Dang it! We lost him!
Luckily, I sent the diorama car to the chem lab to have the explosive analyzed.
Isn't that him playing the trejdeksnis?
Nice try, Woolley!
Now, tell us everything.
Ha ha ha.
I'll show you!
What is this place?
This, Annie, is night school.
Every student, every teacher, every class...
Puffs of hot air... from the lips of a ghost in the shadow of a unicorn's dream.
I made it up. Night school doesn't exist.
I used to be a student here at Greendale like you, Jeff, then one day I invented a fake course to get a free credit.
To keep up the lie, I had to create a fake teacher who needed other fake classes that needed to be filled with other fake students, and so on and so on and so on, "etchethra"!
Did you just mispronounce et cetera?
My Latin class is fake, Jeff...
Like all my classes, like my life.
Aren't you listening?
Yeah, I am.
And a very familiar feeling is starting to come over me.
I feel like someone is trying to teach me something.
Jeff, the only thing that's ever been learned in this room is regret!
Would that this desk were a time desk... so that I could correct my past mistakes...
Fight with Jack the Ripper.
Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Unicorns? Ghost lips? Time desks?
Doesn't any of this overly stylized garbage remind you of anyone?
Everything this guy says is ripped from the Sure-To-Be-Unpublished Pages of Dean Dangerous.
I don't know what you mean.
Oh, I think you do.
By the way, next time you walk someone to your fake lair, don't pass the theater department...
Drama Professor Sean Garrity.
Thank God. That character was killing me.
Word of advice... If you ever scrape the dean's car, don't tell him you're gonna pay him back in acting.
On Thanksgiving, I'm supposed to crash his family dinner and accuse him of stealing my girlfriend.
Wow. I guess this did go all the way to the top.
I'm calling the dean right now and giving him a piece of my mind!
Does the theater department have any of those prop guns that fire blanks?
Of course. We just did a modern retelling of MacBeth set in gangland Chicago.
Oh. Fresh take.
And you think I'm lazy.
Jeff... What do you have in mind?
A little demonstration for the dean on the dangers of trying to educate me.
He doesn't like fake classes?
Well, he's about to get a real lesson on the fact that Jeff Winger never learns.
Here he comes. Get set.
You wanted to see me?
Hi, Mr... Professorson.
His real name is Woolley.
And he's defrauded your school to a tune of dozens of credits per year and nearly twice as many dollars.
Well, that's serious.
Fortunately for you, I'm a big believer in second chances.
Oh, my God, you... you shot him!
Course I shot him! He was being dishonest.
And if there's one thing greendale's taught me, it's...
Whoa, what the hell? She had a gun!
It was a fake gun! We staged this to get back at you for deceiving us!
But you're the deceiver, Jeffrey!
Yeah? Well, now you're the dead guy.
Jeff! What are you doing?
Why do you have a real gun?
Why did you shoot the dean?
Well, he shot you! Not really!
He and I were in on this from the start.
When he found out you were faking a class, he came to me and we cooked up this whole conspiracy thing to illustrate the slippery slope of academic fraud!
You know what you actually illustrated, Annie?
How to be a crappy friend.
Once it was obvious the dean had orchestrated everything, it was even more obvious the dean was too stupid to orchestrate anything.
Mm-hmm! So on a hunch, I called him, and we hatched a plan to teach you a lesson or two about friendship.
But, Jeff, I only did it because I love you.
Well, when you love someone, you have to take them as they are.
People aren't playthings, Annie.
No, they are not.
Look who's talking.
After everything you've put me through?
Okay. Where'd you get that gun?
There were only three prop guns.
Yeah, well, I live in a terrible neighborhood.
Annie, put the gun down.
After we kissed, I waited all summer to see you.
You... buried me like a shameful secret.
What's the matter, Jeff?
Afraid crazy Annie would go crazy for you?
Well, guess what.
Annie's got a gun.
Annie, just put the gun...
Annie... What have you done?
If you love Jeff winger so much, why did you conspire with me against him?
I don't know!
I can't keep track of any of it anymore!
I just keep teaming up with whoever suggests it!
Glad to hear you admit it.
When I called you to ask you to double-cross Annie, you didn't hesitate for a second.
Do you even understand what a conspiracy is?
If you conspire with every person that approaches you, you're not even really conspiring with anyone.
You're just doing random crap.
I know, I...
I'm sorry! I just...
I just wanna have fun with you guys and...
I go crazy cooped up in my little office, and...
Time travel is really hard to write about!
If I'm keeping track right, we should be done.
I'll just take these back to the theater department.
Drop your weapons!
Down on the ground! Don't shoot, officer!
Don't shoot, please. They're fake...
Those are prop guns!
I guess it just goes to show you... prop guns belong backstage.
You have got to be kidding me!
Professor garrity called and told me what all of you were up to.
Made me mad. Guns aren't toys.
In 100% of all fake gun related shootings, the victim is always the one with the fake gun.
Hey, Sean, you got breakfast plans?
I do now.
We're still on for Thanksgiving, right?
Just talk to your father, Craig.
Would that this hoodie were a time hoodie.
Hey, dean, how 'bout that credit?
Aaa damn it.
I'm not sure what lessons either of us managed to teach each other, but I am proud of Annie.
She took to deception like Abed took to Cougar Town.
It's really good.
Especially when she went off script.
You said to be convincing.
Check it out, bros.
You made the front page!
You know what this means.
We've gone mainstream.
Initiate Protocol Omega.
We've started looting!
Wanna build a cardboard submarine?
Get out of my brain.
We should write a screenplay together.
Cool. Cool, cool, cool.