Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't get it.

♪ You just do me ♪

♪ I hope you know ♪

Dude, it's a hotel. It's gotta be Skinemax.

Becky, Becky, Becky! That's an antique!

I don't see anything.

♪ D-I-N-O-S-A ♪

most of McKinley's underclassmen.

Wait. Do you not understand

You're supporting this?

♪ I, I love you like a long song, baby ♪

You're right, Kurt.

No, you don't need me, okay?

♪ Watching in slow-motion as you turn my way ♪

The sheer amount of static electricity

Though, to be clear, there will be no

and make some old-timey couture

♪ Baby, you're prehistoric ♪

In what world would I ever be nominated for Prom Queen?

And President Brittany S. Pierce.

Or wear glasses.

What are you looking at, Jar-Jar Binks?

In some ways, it's a relief... to be part of the crowd.

Sometimes they're shorter.

Next to my wedding, my prom dress will be

Uh, have you seen Quinn?

That's the attitude right there, Becky.

"Drill, baby, drill."

of my brave, handsome, bushy-haired boyfriend.

Come on, dude. You're my wingman.

I almost lost my teeth

with Quinn Fabray in a wheelchair,

♪ Everyone else in the room can see it ♪

Stop acting like you're fine

♪ That's what makes you beautiful. ♪

But I don't want my presidency to be the last one at McKinley.

You have everything.

And remember when I told you we were

♪ Oh, wait, you're fossilized, ha ♪

with Brittany's insane ban on hair gel?

♪ Like a child misses their blanket ♪