Leslie Knope Quote #1211
Quote from Leslie Knope in Jerry's Retirement
Leslie Knope: Well, this is better than meatloaf. When Jerry first applied for this job, one of this goals was to have a building named after him. Again, that is an absurd request considering your work record. But I thought maybe he could have a room named after him. So henceforth, Parks and Rec conference room will serve as a testament to your years of public service.
Jerry: Oh, my God.
Leslie Knope: Hear, hear.
Jerry: "Jerry Gergich Memorial Conference Room. R.I.P."? [Ron chuckles]
Ben: Oh, the guy at the plaque store thought you had died. It was a rush job, so we didn't have time to change it.
Leslie Knope: It doesn't matter. We can just pretend it means retire in peace.
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‘Jerry's Retirement’ Quotes
Quote from Chris
Dr. Van Dyne: So we ran all your tests, and everything looks great. You might be the healthiest human being we've ever seen. You have the resting heart rate of a 100-year-old tortoise.
Chris: Yes, I get that a lot.
Quote from Leslie Knope
Leslie Knope: [aside to camera] I am putting together a scrapbook commemorating my first year on the city council. This year whizzed by so fast. There was so much more I wanted to do. But time is the relentless and cruel enemy of the devoted civil servant. It's actually one of the sub-titles of my scrapbook. Probably would've got more stuff done if I hadn't spent so much time brainstorming scrapbook titles.
Quote from Tom
Tom: Here are the last of the Animal Control reports.
April: What are you doing, weirdo?
Tom: Just trying not to spill anything.
Ron Swanson: I believe Leslie said to organize these by year.
Tom: Way ahead of you. I made two pile files. [laughter] Pilo fibles. Ugh. Filo pilos.
Andy: Filo pilos? That's not right.
Donna: Are you broken?
Tom: No, everything's fine.
April: Well, I guess that settles who the new Jerry is.
Tom: No, it doesn't! I barely even said it wrong.
Andy: Said it wrong.
Tom: Stop it! [laughter]
[aside to camera:]
Tom: This is how it begins. The next "Jerry." One screwed-up sentence, and 30 years later, I'm wearing aquamarine sweater vests and listening to Bonnie Raitt and The Da Vinci Code on my iPod. It's already started.