“Smells like my Aunt Mildred.”
“Smells like my Aunt Mildred.”
“Mr. Schuester, I changed my mind. April should stay. I worship her.”
drunky kurt
Rachel: Hey guys!
Kurt: Cut the butter, Benedict Arnold. We heard about your new boyfriend.
Mercedes: Look Rachel, we’re all happy that you’re happy, but we’ve worked too hard in glee club to let you throw it all away on a relationship that might not even be real.
Rachel: Why, ‘cause he’s in Vocal Adrenaline?
Kurt: Their motto is “Aut neca aut necatus eris,” which loosely translates to “Murder or be murdered.”
Tina: They give their dancers human growth hormone.
Mercedes: Look, we’re not saying that dude is playing you-
Kurt: He’s playing you.
Mercedes: We just think that until regionals are over, we can’t risk the possibility that he is.
Tina: None of us want to go through what happened at sectionals again.
Rachel: Okay, look, Jesse and I might not be true love, but what if we are? I know who I am, and how many chances at this am I gonna get?
Kurt: If you don’t break up with him you’re out.
Rachel: You can’t kick me out!
Artie: But we can all quit if Mr Schue doesn’t.
Rachel: Well good luck winning without me.
Kurt: Everyone is replaceable, even you.
Rachel: How could you do this to me?
Mercedes: How could you do this to us? We’re a team, and all you ever wanted was for us to be great and be a part of something special. Now, is that still true or not?
Sue: Ladies, what we have here is a Grade A Dilemma. Mercedes, your vocal chords have had more fantastic runs than a Kenyan track team, but that look will simply not do. At first I thought it was a subtle homage to your’s truly, but now I feel it’s some sort of ironic comment.
Mercedes: Miss Sylvester, I’m just not comfortable in those Cheerios skirts, they don’t fit me right.
Kurt: Mercedes, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about your body.
Mercedes: Embarrassed? No, no I’m worried about showing too much skin and causing a sex riot.
Sue: How do you two not have a show on Bravo? Here’s the skinny. Splits magazine, after much campaigning by one Sue Sylvester, has named me cheerleading coach of the last 2,000 years. In seven days, reporter Tracy Pendergrass will arrive on campus, and my new star singer will have lost ten pounds and be in a gender appropriate cheerleader uniform. Or she is off the team.
Kurt: Ten pounds, are you serious?
Sue: You could stand to lose a few too, kiddo. You got hips like a pear. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to put in a call to the Ohio Secretary of State, notifying them I will no longer be carrying photo ID. You know why? People should know who I am.
“it’s super distracting.”
