Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just wish Mercedes was here to see it.

to finally be able to legally get married.

under pressure, and so I'm going to be there...

and selling at a table in front of my church and out of my car,

Take a big, deep breath

Just think about it.

because, baby, you're a damn superstar.

just me looking to control my anxiety in some way.

And it just feels selfish

♪ From whooping your behind

When we were in the studio.

♪ For once in my life

Who told you about my callback?

it's gonna be okay.

♪ I wish those days

♪ You don't want to save me

I thought you were a lot of things,

♪ Lovers keep on lovin'

All right, let's review.

I am so nervous, Miss July.

Come on, man! Oh!

♪ Someone who needs me ♪ ♪ Oh

♪ My money's low and my suit's out of style ♪

♪ Uptight, ah-ha-ha-ha, yeah ♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ Why did those days

They just want my voice,

for you, baby. And, Marley,

and there's a reason that you guys lost.

I need it to come out.

My mom is freaking out.

So you adapted and you will adapt in New York.

♪ Baby, everything is all right ♪

our horrible taste in clothing?

Wow, Mercedes, that's awesome.

♪ I have love I can make it ♪

♪ Not like it's hurt me before

that when you do, I'm gonna test your breath control

Well, you've never been afraid of anything in your life.

I don't think that you understand

You made me a better dancer.

It's just... it's gonna be insane.

you're Glee Club's secret weapon.

You're a triple threat, dude...

♪ Thirteen-month-old baby, yeah ♪

But this isn't wonderful news, it's shocking.

I've got new moves so hot you're gonna want to say.

♪ I guess her folks brought her up that way ♪

♪ Here I am, signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours ♪

I got it at the Broadway Flea Market.

♪ Oh, whoa ♪

I knew you were depressed about something.

♪ Very superstitious

And all of y'all need to shake out your nerves

And I mean like, like, dirty-cute.

to Brooklyn Film Academy, by the way.

♪ Bap-ba-ba, da-bap ♪

I want to hear those high notes,

we're gonna treat every note we sing