You know, Roz, the English language lacks the requisite words to express just how much I dislike you. And I'm onto you. Yeah, I've seen All About Eve. I know what you're planning. You're waiting for me to take maternity leave, and then you're going to swoop in and try to steal my job.
With whose vagina!? Sue, you can't have no baby. You are old as a hill. You ain't gonna give birth to no child. You gonna give birth to a grandchild. You gonna get in them stirrups, and you gonna push and push, and a full-grown adult gonna pop out with a briefcase and a job talking on a cell phone.
Hold it right there, Sandbags. You and I need to have a serious chat. Now I realize when I chose Becky as co-captain for the Cheerios! it might have rubbed you the wrong way.
And I've often admired the craven heartlessness of your pointless, vindictive back-stabbing. Kind of takes me back to the old salad days. But you crossed the Maginot Line when you started messing with Sue Sylvester's family.
It's a playlist, with all of the songs that I hear in my head when I'm with you or when I'm thinking about you. I wanted to make you a CD for Valentine's Day, this is as far as I got without any help. Oh, and I made you a cover/ [shows Santana the album cover of the playlist, a picture of Santana hugging Brittany]
First, I shower. I'm more thorough than during my morning bath. The world is a very dirty place. Brush teeth. Eyebrows. Make-up remover. Moisturizer. Followed by an ice water face bath A la Joan Crawford in ‘Mommie Dearest;' the height of glamour. Find something cute to wear. Text my dads to let them know I'm almost ready for my evening tea. Then condition and brush my hair.
I already took three. This is a stupid plan. We've never lied to her like this before. Honesty, respect, dance. Those are the foundations of the Berry family.
Santana Lopez asked me if the God Squad would sing a love song for Brittany S. Pierce. And after thinking and praying about it, I knew there was only one answer. Absolutely. Love is love, man.
