Your boyfriend wasn't a cater waiter he was a Gigolo; like Magic Mike with happy endings, for money.
I don't even think you need all of these beauty products Rachel because they're not really having the desired effect, unless your goal is to look like a reject from the Shahs of Sunset.
[to Rachel] My psychic Mexican third eye is never wrong.
Rachel, you can't just blow past this like nothing ever happened. This is a wake-up call. This is an opportunity for you to take a hard look at the choices that you're making, where your life is heading.
Santana: I have something to say and I have tried to keep it to myself but I will be silent no longer.
Rachel: What is it?
Santana: That Brody character is a freakin' psycho.
My first real week in New York and I'm snowbound in Bushwick with a bunch of musical theater queens. It's like Eli Roth decided to make a gay horror movie and this is the scene right before we all eat each other.
[to Quinn] You know we always were two ends of the same bitch-goddess spectrum. Maybe that's why we love each other so much. And slap each other.
I hate weddings. And I hate Valentine's Day. They were invented by breeders to sell cheap chocolate and false hope.
Santana: Look, please don't tell my mom.
Sue: Oh, I can't. I don't speak Spanish.
Rachel: Oh my god! What are you doing here!
Santana: Lady Hummel called asking us to do an emergency intervention.
Rachel: On who?
Quinn always was a genius slapper.
Brittany: Along with being beautiful, the three of us are National Show Choir Championship goddesses.
Santana: We are winners which is why Finn has asked us to come and shower you with the inspiration that is the unholy trinity.