Look, maybe Rachel is fine having a beak, maybe she needs it to crack hard seeds.

Like Medusa, I try to avoid eye contact with her.

I'm about to go all Lima Heights!

Wanky.

Oh wait, hold up, like a million gay jokes just popped in my mind.

I bet Artie is getting his legs removed since he's not using them anyways.

[to Sam] Despite the fact that your mouth to face ratio is way off, you still somehow managed to be cute.

Look I'm kind of a b****, but I'm willing to change. I won't tell Lauren to look out for poachers who might mistake her for an endangered white rhino.

I am sorry, Finn. I mean, really, I'm sorry that the New Directions are gonna get crushed by the Troubletones. And also sorry that you have no talent. Sorry that you sing like you're getting your prostate checked, and you dance like you've been asleep for years and someone just woke you up. Have fun riding on Rachel's coattails for the rest of your life, although, you know what, I would just watch out for her come holiday time if I were him, because if I were her, I'd stick a stent in one of those boobs and let the Finn blubber light the Hanukkah lamp for eight magical nights.