Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've got two words for you.

- No interviews! - We'd like you to choreograph for us.

Uh... I didn't quit Glee.

No one does. Look at me. I was a mess.

But he doesn't want us to. He just doesn't have the confidence to coach us anymore.

# I've been waiting all night #

- # This is how we do it ## - Will!

What about you? You okay?

You need to go after these Glee Clubbers one by one.

Yeah, we're gonna turn the craft room into the nursery.

You know what, Sue? I gotta say I really misjudged you.

It was fun while it lasted.

Maybe you need somebody who's going to lie to you...

They found out we've been serving the children prison food.

# And no, it didn't mend my broken heart #

You got a sec, Mr. Schue?

But just so you know, the blogs are all atwitter.

# Give me some mercy #

# Hit the beat, take it to the verse now #

Mr. Stanley, we're the McKinley High Glee Club!

- So which one of you is, uh, Sandy? - Ooh!

# Wrote my initials with a crowbar #

but, uh, I just don't have time for all of it anymore.

Believe me. You're gonna remember this night for the rest of your lives.

- At what? - At walking.

you don't have to bring other people down.

Uh, c-could we stop, please?

Really? Well, what if I can't? You know, there's not a lot of guys around here...

I would have agreed that four grown men...

You've missed six rehearsals in the past couple of weeks...

- # To the ah, ticktock # - I know you're not gonna sing that song.

There are a lot of moms at your gigs, right?

You guys kicked some serious tail up there tonight.

How are we gonna get $8,000?

It's just... thanks... for believing in me.

# But I'm glad you see what happens when #

since he accidentally friended me on MySpace.

- Sorry about the whole Josh Groban thing. - No, that's all right.

We just don't want you to get hurt by feelings he can't... reciprocate.

I don't think you should give up so easy, Will.

So, why don't you just take a little second, take a breather...

I got him a job before we even had a shop class.

# I bust the windows out your car #