Mr. Schue: Sue, hold on a second. Finn and Kurt told me that you agreed to let the Glee Club help out with your sister’s funeral, and I… I just wanted to say that we’re honored, and it takes a big person to reach out like that and ask for help.
Sue: I didn’t ask for help; They volunteered. And I only agreed on the condition that Frankenteen and Lady Trousers help me clean out Jean’s room at the nursing home. They look like they could use the exercise, and I like the idea of using your glee club as unpaid labor.
Mr. Schue: Sue, I know you’re going through a hard time right now. And despite our differences, I just, I just want you to know that you can lean on me if you need to.
Sue:  Oh, William, I wouldn’t dare lean on you. So much grease in your hair, I’d probably slide right off.

Becky: Coach Sylvester’s gonna shout at ya.
Sue: Students, colleagues, indeed, colleagues, indeed, all who understand the Queen’s English… we all still quake in terror at what we witnessed yesterday at the assembly by a Glee Club spiraling out of control. My nose is still filled with the acrid stench of teen vomit. And there is, simply, but one person to blame. The alcoholic teen-vomit fetishist Will Schuester, the director of that club. Two days ago, I received a drunk dial in the middle of the night from a horny Will Schuester.
Will:  oh no …
Sue: Open your ears, McKinley High, and behold the awful price of alcoholism.
Will *on phone*: Hey there, sexy lady. There’s something I really, really want to say to you. I love how you eat your lunch with your little plastic gloves, and they crinkle and make the cutest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Why don’t you pick up some wine coolers, and come over here? And it’ll be just one night of us just getting crazy. Let’s just get crazy! Let’s get really crazy and roll around in the hay. I was just in some hay earlier tonight, and I rode a bull and I was thinking of you.
Sue: Will Schuester? You’ve just been publicly humiliated. And on the road to recovery, it’s the very first step.

Sue: You know, Ella, I think Will should really concentrate on his treatment before he tries another relationship with an early hominid, even a human female.
Will: Treatment?
Sue: Alcoholics Anonymous, Will. I suggest you pre-emptively check into rehab, as you are a future alcoholic. I mean, come on. Look where you are. You’re coaching a Glee Club that can only beat choirs of old people. You’re rehashing the details of your failed marriage with the very lemur who rejected the bestial horror of your craven sexual advances. And when my Glee Club crushes you at Regionals, well, the last ounce of meaning will drain from your life, and you will turn to drink.
Emma: I don’t get it. How is it that you’re now coaching a Glee Club?
Sue: I was so inspired by my stint in the Glee Club, that I took the trip to Westvale, and I volunteered my help. Unfortunately, the chipper homosexual who coaches Aural Intensity had a terrible fall down the stairs. *stairs scene* Not to be alarmed. Doctors say he will be fine. Provided they can get the swelling in his brain under control.
Emma: Okay, sorry. I still don’t understand. How can the school let you coach Aural Intensity?
Sue: Newsflash, Amelda. There’s no one lining up to coach Glee Clubs because it’s a sucky job for losers. But there was an opening, and I am a champion._
Oh, Will. Here’s the book by Bill W., outlining the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous.I can’t wait for you to start climbing those steps, because when you get to the top, I’m gonna knock you back down.

Will: Wake up, Sue. Sue! Wake up!
Emma: I don’t feel a pulse. She doesn’t have a pulse
Sue: Yeah, I do. I just stopped my own heart. That’s my CIA training.
These gummi vitamins didn’t work at all. I was told you take enough Vitamin A, and you drift off into a blissful oblivion. Instead, my face just got really hot and my jaw is sore from all that chewing… I have nothing to live for.
Emma: That’s not untrue.
Will: Emma, we didn’t come here to give her a pep talk.
I”m sorry, Sue, but you brought this on yourself.
Sue: I am well aware of my situation, Will. After my humiliating failure to qualify for Nationals, there is nothing for me or my Cheerios  to do for the rest of the year.
Emma: Why don’t you do what other cheer squads do— namely, cheer for the teams at the school?
Sue: Yeah, like that’s going to happen.

Emma: Sue should join the Glee Club
Will: I’m sorry?!
Sue: I’d rather be dead.

Principal Figgins: Sue, what the hell were you thinking? You cannot perform a stunt that dangerous!  Our insurance premium is through the roof as it is!
Sue: Cheerleading is a sport.  There are dangers involved. The same as when a quarterback is sacked, or a hockey player is slammed up against the boards.
Mr. Schue: Enough, Sue. There is no excuse for putting a student’s life at risk.
Sue: I’m a tastemaker, Will. I know what an audience wants. You are not going to take this away from me. I need this. This level of risk and danger makes me feel alive again.
Principal Figgins: But the risk and danger isn’t to you!
Sue: That’s the best part.
Principal Figgins: Enough! It’s decided. You are not allowed to fire anyone out of that cannon without their consent!

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I miss them lol