Sue: Will I'm not going to do this. Even your breath stinks of mediocrity. [permalink]
Sue: I'm all about finding a freakish depressed kid and showing them what winning's all about. [permalink]
Rachel: Now I just keep having nightmares of all of the mother's of the little baby chicks coming at me for revenge. [permalink]
Rachel: Do it. Break it like you broke my heart. [permalink]
Terri: I have this compulsive need to crush other people's dreams. Finn: Yeah that's what Mr. Shu said. [permalink]
Mr Harrison: Where's mymusic ? How am I supposed to shop without my Kenny G? [permalink]
Puck: You're not going to fondle us, are you Mr. Harrison? [permalink]
Sue: Hot Cheetos have been proven to raise endorphins and make happy kids, and I can't have that. [permalink]
Kurt: I'm so depressed I've worn the sameoutfit twice this week. [permalink]
Sue: And that gay terrorist went on to become the first gay president of the United States, AbrahamLincoln . [permalink]
Quinn (on regrets): Thinking "trust me" was a sensible birth control option. [permalink]
Sue: You know, for metrophies are like herpes. You can try to get rid of them but they just keep coming. Sue Sylvester has hourly flair ups of burning itchy highly contagious talent. [permalink]
Sue: I want it to look like Elvis'gold record room at Graceland, except I'll be wanting far few morbidly obese women wandering around. [permalink]
Artie: They call it a funkification, meaning they show us what they've got and we spiral into a deep cloud of funk. [permalink]
Episode 20: "Theatricality"
Puck: While Jackie Daniels is a great name for a power boat or something, it's not great for a baby girl. [permalink]
Kurt: What is your problem? It's just a moist towelette! [permalink]
Finn: We live in Ohio, not New York... or some other city where people eat vegetables that aren't fried. [permalink]
Shelby: Boys, I don't wanna hear about chafing just because you're wearing metal underwear. Not my problem. [permalink]
Brittany: You look terrible. I look awesome. [permalink]
Rachel: My dads are moving my therapist into our spare room. [permalink]
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