December 6, 2011 | 0 Comments
Rachel: We’re kind of friends huh? Quinn: Kind of.
Rachel: We’re kind of friends huh? Quinn: Kind of.
Shelby: Don’t wish away your life, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
Sam: Do you know the song “Jack and Dianne” by John Mellencamp? Quinn: Please don’t sing. Sam: My favorite lyric is this one, hold on to…
Santana: I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to enjoy a crisp pickle but couldn’t find anyone to suck the lid off the jar.
Kurt: You smell like Craigslist.
Puck [to Shelby]: Screw you. Sure you’ve got the boom and the pow, and your lips are cash money. But what really turned me on about you…
Puck: The advantage of a relationship with a younger dude is that I’ve still got four more rounds in me before I need a steak sandwich…
Sue [to Beiste]: Why don’t you hurry on to your next face-widening session at the John Travolta Institute for Head Thickening and Facial…
Sue: Truth is, journal, I’m attracted to men. Sure, I can’t stand watching them eat or talk, but when it comes to getting sexy, this…
Santana: While there’s nothing I’d love more than having two pretty ponies serenade me, I think we’d get further staging a gel-ervention…