Sue: Brittany, please remind me how I single-handedly put cheerleading on the map.

Sue: Cut my budget? You can't cut my budget without express permission of the president of the Federal Reserve!
Figgins: Oh, Sue, I think you can manage a sixth national title without confetti cannons!
Sue: Do you think your kids can manage life without their daddy?

Sue: First of all, a female football coach, like a male nurse-sin against nature. Number two, I'm sure you're used to Hillbilly parents yelping adulation at you as they attempt to impregnate the tailpipes of various off-road vehicles, but you're in my house now, Beiste. No one comes into my house and steals from me.
Coach Beiste: Do not get up in the Panther's business, lady. You're all coffee and no omelet.
Sue: [Whispering] That doesn't make any sense.

Sue: Get use to this abuse, Glee kids! I got nothing but time. Nothing but time.

Sue: Glee Club stays for another year. I get what I want. Don't you get how sexual blackmail works?

Sue: Hey, where's the hate?
Will: Not the point of glee club, Sue.

Sue: High school is a caste system. Kids fall into certain slots. Your jocks and your popular kids up in the penthouse. The invisibles and the kids playing live-action out in the forest: bottom floor.
Will: And... where do the Glee kids lie?
Sue: Subbasement.

Sue: How do you manage to enter a building without setting off all of the fire alarms?

Sue: How's your father?
Kurt: They say his condition is critical but stable. Good news, I guess.
Sue: I'm sorry for what you're going through, Lady. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, and I guess I don't have to--I think Mary Lou Retton's, like, an orphan or something. I don't like what Schuester doing in that classroom even more than usual, but I can't go the school board without an official compliant from a student.
Kurt: So you want me to be your scapegoat?
Sue: You don't understand��I know at times I was around with you guys for fun. I admit it-it aids digestion. But I'm not joking here. I want to be your champion.

Sue: I agree with SpongeHair SquareChin. It's a stupid idea!

Sue: I am literally horny with fear.

Sue: I hate hospitals, William. That's why I kept voting for those death panels.

Sue: I realize my cultural ascendance only serves to illuminate your own banality. But face it, I'm legend. It's happened.

Sue: I suggest you pre-actively check into rehab, as you are a future alcoholic.

Sue: I try to make a habit of not touching carnie folk. But, fella, I'll take it.