Councilman Jamm: Hey. What the hell is going on?
Leslie Knope: Oh, hello, Councilman. The dogs are here because there's no dog park in your neighborhood, and the kids are here because there's no human park in your area. They all needed a place to play.
Councilman Jamm: My front lawn?
April: That's right, and they're gonna keep using it until there's an actual park nearby.
Councilman Jamm: Hey, hey, lady, get that thing off my gnome. He is dry-humping my garden gnome. Stupid beast.
Leslie Knope: Councilman Jamm, we just need a little bit more time to design our park. And, if you plow through and ignore us, this is gonna be your life.
Councilman Jamm: I'll call the police.
Ann: Yeah, sic the police on a bunch of kids and puppies. That's a great photo op.
Councilman Jamm: Fine. Gentleman's agreement. In 90 days, we'll put our plans to a vote. Winner take all.
Leslie Knope: Deal.
Councilman Jamm: Great, now call off the actual dogs. I want these kids off my lawn. I want that hula hoop off my 'Vette. Right now.
Leslie Knope: Hey, Jamm. You just got Knoped. And Ludgated. And Perkinsed.
Councilman Jamm: Ha-ha. Nice try. It didn't work. You just got jammed.