Can you say per capita again? I want to take a picture of you saying "per capita."

[to Joe Biden] You're my...my name just came out of your mouth!

Leslie: 2020.
Ben: Uh. that's a stretch.
Leslie: Fine. 2024. I take the West Wing, you take the East. You can be the First Gentleman.

Ann, you are such a good friend. You are a beautiful, talented, brilliant, powerful musk ox. Thank you, ox, for keeping this ship afloat.

Leslie: Red Vines anyone?
Mr. Wyatt: We're a Twizzlers family.

No to canceling the party and no to Twizzlers. We are a Red Vine family.

Leslie: I'm so happy I want to shout it from the rooftops!
Ben: And she has. We've gotten several noise complaints.
Leslie: We're getting married!
Ben: All right.

Leslie: Oh my God. What are you doing?
Ben: Thinking about my future. I am deeply ridiculously in love with you. And above everything else, I just want to be with you forever.
Leslie: Wait, wait. I need to remember this. Wait, just hold on. I need to remember this. I need to remember every little thing about how perfect my life is at this exact moment.
Ben: Leslie Knope, will you---
Leslie: YES!
Ben: Marry me?
Leslie: Oh yeah, yeah!

Leslie: 3 out of 4 married couples have met each other at spontaneous auctions!
Ann: I don't think that's true.

Leslie: Seniors can be pretty ornery.
Andy: I think it's pronounced "horny."

Great news! Lots of old people have chlamydia!

Ann has told me repeatedly not to get a perm. But Ann's not here. While Ann's away, the mice get perms.