March 21, 2013 | 0 Comments
Santana: Your boyfriend wasn’t a cater waiter he was a Gigolo; like Magic Mike with happy endings, for money.
Santana: Your boyfriend wasn’t a cater waiter he was a Gigolo; like Magic Mike with happy endings, for money.
Santana: I don’t even think you need all of these beauty products Rachel because they’re not really having the desired effect, unless…
Kurt: My most guilty pleasure of late, my boyfriend arm. I ordered it one night while on Ambien.
Blaine: If we all share musical shame with each other, we could all become a more cohesive team for regionals.
Brittany: Please be songs about sweaters.
Sam: My art teacher thinks I’m some kind of genius like the ugly guy in Shine except with macaroni.
Brody: Listen, I can explain this. Finn: Shut your mouth.
Marley: You’re a natural leader, Finn. A teacher. You don’t need Mr. Shue’s approval to be that. Finn: Yeah, but I do need a little thing…
Marley: Can I speak freely? Finn: Yeah, sure, I’m not your commanding officer or anything. Say whatever you want. Marley: Dude, you…
Sue: [to Blaine] Well, I hope you’re ready for some form-fitting polyester, gay Clark Kent from season one of Smallville. Because it…