September 21, 2010 | 0 Comments
Puck: Dude, your mouth is huge. How many tennis balls can you fit in there? Sam: I don’t know. I’ve never had balls in my mouth. Have you?
Puck: Dude, your mouth is huge. How many tennis balls can you fit in there? Sam: I don’t know. I’ve never had balls in my mouth. Have you?
Tina: You ignored me for weeks this summer. Artie:I was playing a marathon game of Halo, woman.
Artie: They fell in love over the summer, at Asian camp.
Rachel: We need chorus glee club members, people to stand behind me with wet eyes while I sing solos.
Sue: Female football coach, like a male nurse? Sin against nature.
Coach Beiste: You’re all coffee and no omelet. Sue: That doesn’t make any sense.
Sue: You make not trying to destroy glee club easy because you’re doing such a bang-up job yourself.
Kurt: Here’s a comment to anyone that posts a message to your blog: say what you wanna say to my face!
Santana: My eyes are up here, Jew fro.
Finn: Rachel is what you’d call a controlist. Rachel: I’m controlling. Controlist isn’t a word.