Leslie Knope: Before we continue, I'd love to just give you a little history of Pawnee. The City of Pawnee was incorporated in 1817, when a young man by the name of Reverend Luther Howell came from Terre Haute on an ox. He planted his flag in the ground and was met soon after by an angry tribe of Wamapoke Indians, who, when seeing the whiteness of his skin, twisted him to death. Flash forward to 1969. Man walks on the moon. Pawnee is lousy with hippies...
Ron Swanson: My, God. She's filibustering her own meeting.
[aside to camera:]
Leslie Knope: Filibuster! Boom! They can't touch you if you talk forever.
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Leslie Knope: I can't speak of the future, but I will. The future of Pawnee will involve us flying around in space taxis, where we will communicate on watches, and blink our feelings to each other, rather than use words. And now, I'd like to take a magical journey through a little something I like to call The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster.
Kate: Excuse me? Can't you read that children's book on your own time?
Leslie Knope: I have the floor! "There once was a boy named Milo, who didn't know what to do with himself, not just sometimes, but..."