TV Trope: Five Stages Of Grief

Britta: What Jeff’s doing right now is denial and it’s the first of five stages of grief that ends with acceptance.
Jeff: Name any other stage. 
Britta: What are you, my final?

[Here’s a guide so you don’t Britta it yourself]

01. Denial
02. Anger
03. Bargaining
04. Depression
05. Acceptance

(3.18 Course Listing Unavailable) 

TV Trope: The Match Maker

Annie: Maybe we should go to Senor Kevin’s? Britta didn’t you want to try that new cage-free bean burrito?
Britta: The tortillas are made with micro-financed flour.
Annie: Troy, you could drive. You always like that spiral parking ramp.
Troy: You just keep turning left but you end up, up!
Abed: I can’t go to Senor Kevin’s. The manager and I are enemies. He said Die Hard was bad. [to Troy] He said Die Hard was bad.
Troy: I know, buddy.
Annie: Well how about this. This lunch is already a runaway train, no point in stopping it. Troy, Britta, you go to Senor Kevin’s. Abed promised he’d show me how the Dreamatorium works.

(3.16 Virtual Systems Analysis) 

TV Trope: Disaster Dominoes

Troy: What are you doing?
Annie: Ending this. [She sends a text] Leave me alone. 
Troy: That’s so much worse.
Annie: See? She stopped. [The phone starts to ring] She’s calling him?!
Troy: She was born in the 80s. She still uses her phone as a phone.
Abed: Uh-oh.
Annie: That’s fine. It’s fine. We just won’t answer it.
Abed: Won’t it go to your voicemail? 
[Annie answers & holds the phone out but the boys won’t help]
Britta: Hello? Blade?
Annie: Aaaaayouuuuughhhaighhhhoohuhhuhoo… 
[She hangs up. Troy & Abed stare at her]
Dean: … You did good.
Annie: I don’t know!
Abed: Change your settings so it doesn’t go to voicemail. [It rings again] Too late.
Annie: You guys, act like a carnival. Be a carnival - now!
Troy: … Step right up!
Abed: Ding, ding, ding!
Dean: Get your popcorn here!
Annie: [putting on a voice] Busy, babe.
Britta: Blade just wait!
Annie: [sending a text] I told you not to call me at work. [Britta answers] ‘I’m sorry I forgot, don’t be mad at me’? She’s whipped by an imaginary douche!
Dean: Hey, don’t knock it till you try it.

(3.15 Origins Of Vampire Mythology)

TV Trope: Skewed Priorities

Britta: Can you check my messages for me and tell me if he called?
Annie: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Britta: What if my mother died?
Abed: You guys are really talking over Blade.
[Britta grabs the remote and turns the TV off]
Troy: Not cool!
Abed: Annie, subdue your guest.
Britta: Annie, think for one second. You have my phone and you’re not even checking it. What if my mother is dying?
Annie: This is junkie talk. You just want to know where your phone’s hidden.
Britta: I just want to know if my mother is dying. It’s a simple yes or no. I’ll cover my eyes, you go check my phone and then say ‘no your mother isn’t dying’ or ‘yes your mother is dying’ and then we go back to watching the film.

(3.15 Origins Of Vampire Mythology)

TV Trope: Giftedly Bad

Narrator: Unfortunately, the only photographer there to capture the scene is Britta Perry.
[She accidentally takes a photo of her nostrils instead of Troy]
Narrator: Yeah, gee, there’s a good one. 

(3.14 Pillows And Blankets)

TV Trope: Pun-Based Title

Britta: Am I the only person enraged by the fact that corporations are taking human form? I totally predicted this in my high school newspaper column ‘Britta Unfiltered’.
Pierce: Unfiltered! I get it.
Britta: … Get what? 

(3.13 Digital Exploration Of Interior Design)

TV Trope: Call Back

Annie: (Abed) spent New Year’s locked in our bathroom with a bad Tom Hanks from Castaway.
Jeff: Abed was the volleyball?
Annie: You guys, focus! Where’s he getting the money for all this?
Britta: Intervention? Intervention? Intervention?

* * *

Jeff: I’m sure (Pierce) is almost through his prescription. Besides, he’s a Baby Boomer - they invented drugs.
Britta: Yeah, they also invented TV. Have you seen him control one of those?
Annie: Intervention? Intervention? Intervention? 

(3.12 Contemporary Impressionists, 2.15 Early 21st Century Romanticism)  

TV Trope: Call Back

Britta: This is a huge honor! This may come as a surprise to you, but I’ve never actually won anything before.
Dean: OK, well, you still haven’t. I’m just listing the nominees. So, not a great time to get cocky. [He continues] Christine Hollingsworth! Brittany Baker! Miss Danielle Harmon!

* * *

Abed: Blogons?
Troy: Blogons.
Girl: My name’s Danielle… 

[As per Dan Harmon’s tweet]

(1.25 Pascal’s Triangle Revisited, 3.11 Urban Matrimony And The Sandwich Arts)

TV Trope: Dissimile

Britta: Weddings are like little girls’ tea parties. Except the women are the stuffed animals, the men are making them talk, and they’re not drinking tea, they’re drinking antiquated gender roles!

(3.11 Urban Matrimony And The Sandwich Arts)

TV Trope: Big “No!”

Abed: Pierce, truth or dare?
Pierce: Truth.
Annie: NOOOOO! … Sorry, go ahead.
Abed: What’s something you’re ashamed of?
Group: NOOOOO!
Jeff: … Sorry, go ahead.
Pierce: During trivia last night I answered a question wrong and it cost my team the game.
Jeff: That’s it?
Pierce: Yep [looking Shirley’s way] Turns out your uvula is in your mouth. I have one too. It’s in my mouth.

(S1 DVD Extra: Mini Episode #2 ‘Truth Or Dare’)

TV Trope: Musical Episode

Mr Rad: Guys! I am swelling with pride. You stepped up and you saved the Christmas pageant!
Jeff: And it’s all thanks to you, Mr Rad. I just hope we can repay you by making Regionals.

(3.10 Regional Holiday Music) 

TV Trope: Hypocritical Heartwarming

Mr Rad: What are you doing? Get off the stage!
Britta: Singing my heart’s song?
Mr Rad: Get off the stage and never sing again. You are the worst! 
Jeff: Hey!
Troy: You do not get to call Britta the worst.
Dean: Mr Radison I think it’s fine. Greendale is an all-inclusive school: why don’t we let Britta sing her awkward song!

(3.10 Regional Holiday Music) 

TV Trope: Monkey Morality Pose

Britta, Annie and Shirley do not want to feast their ear tongues on these Baby Boomer Santa memory pops

(3.10 Regional Holiday Music)

TV Trope: Getting Smilies Painted On Your Soul

Mr Rad: Glee! It’s the feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

(3.10 Regional Holiday Music)