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(After letting Pierce "drown" in the parking lot) Troy: What in God's name have we done?!

Shirley: Britta weighs five pounds, Troy can't swim and I've never even seen the ocean! Troy: Uh, I can swim, racist.

Pierce: Now I know what the 'c' in captain stands for! (Britta gasps) Pierce: Crab-apple!

Troy: I hope I get multiple personalities. I get lonely in long showers.

Britta: Who even cares if he is pretending to be a beginner? Jeff: Pottery cares! Integrity cares! I don't care. I just care that he cares. It's lame that he cares!

Jeff: Nobody gets out of Santa Fe without learning how to make a pot! 45% Hispanic, 5th highest Native American population. They eat and breathe clay there.

Jeff: Guess where Rich is from. Britta: Couldn't have been Crazytown. You would have gone to high school together.

Jeff: Have you taken many pottery classes? Rich: No, this is my first. Jeff: Of the year? Rich: Ever. Jeff: No pottery in doctor school? Rich: Medical School. Jeff: Pottery School. Rich: Pottery School? Jeff: Oh! Pottery School! How long?

(Jeff just found out Rich is a doctor) Rich: (About Jeff's finger) Well the good news is, this is neither sprained nor broken. Jeff: Oh. Thank God. But I'll have to get a second opinion from a guy in my basket-weaving class.

Annie: Rich just showed me how to make a flared lip on my pot, and check for breast lumps!

(Pierce's hat falls off) Admiral Slaughter: That hat's gone. Lost at sea. Troy: I might be able to reach it! It landed on that Hyundai! I mean mermaid's...car.

Admiral Slaughter: I don't see students here, I see sea-men. I didn't create them. From the moment you climbed aboard, I saw sea-men inside of you. More importantly, you've stopped giggling at word "sea-men". That's the mark of a real sea man.

Senor Chang: (Walks in shirt-less) Yes, I was robbed at the YMCA. Again.

Jeff: I mean if I were to ever make an effort in that class, you'd think I was the cat's pajamas too. Pierce: Cat's pajamas? (chuckles) Okay, Pierce.

Shirley: I've never been a captain before! Pierce: I have! Commanded a jet-ski through an electrical storm. Only had one casualty. Troy: Jet-skis only hold two people. Pierce: Exactly. Saved half of my crew.

Jeff: Hey guys, look at what I made: (holds up slab of clay) participation badge!

Abed: Jeff's competitive side had come out before. He had even displayed envy. And on that first pottery class he discovered tha- Jeff: Abed! Abed: What? Jeff: What did we discuss? Abed: No voice-overs, I'm sorry.

Pottery Teacher: If you so much as hum three notes from that Righteous Brother's song, with God as my witness I will come at you...with everything I've got.

Pottery Teacher: Now there is only one rule in this class. I will tolerate no reenacting, whether it is ironic or sincere, of the Patrick Swayze - Demi Moore pottery scene from Ghost. Ever since that movie was released in 1990, I've seen every conceivable variation of what I call: "Ghosting". Guy on girl.. girl on guy.. the hilarious guy on guy..

Pierce: How about you, Abed? Wanna sail with us? There's black people!

Troy: A black person on a sail boat? I gotta see this. I'm in.

Shirley: I was going to take a class on how to put together an online dating profile, but I think sailing in the parking lot is less pathetic.

Abed: But the nearest body of water is two and a half hours away. Pierce: Leagues, Abed. We don't measure water by hours.