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Sue Sylvester : I've never wanted kids... don't have the time, don't have the uterus
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Sue Sylvester : We're dealing with children, they need to be terrified, it's like mothers milk to them - without it their bones won't grow properly
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Sue Sylvester : Let me put it to you this way. If it's not a full blown affair, well it's certainly heading in that direction. You need a machete to cut through the haze of lust that surrounds them.
Terri Schuester : Oh God. What am I going to do?
Sue Sylvester : I think you should both pack up and move out of the district. Unless you want to lose your man to a mentally ill ginger pygmy with eyes like a bushbaby.
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Sue Sylvester : [Writing in her journal] Dear Journal. Feeling listless again today. It began at dawn, when I tried to make a smoothie out of beef bones, breaking my juicer. And then at Cheerios practice, disaster! It was unmistakable. It was like spotting the first spark on the Hindenburg. A quiver! That quiver will lose us Nationals. And without a championship, I'll lose my endorsements. And without those endorsements, I won't be able to buy my hovercraft. Glee Club. Every time I try to destroy that clutch of scab-eating mouth-breathers, it only comes back stronger, like some sexually-ambiguous horror movie villain. Here I am, about to turn 30, and I've sacrificed everything, only to be shanghaied by the bi-curious machinations of a cabal of doughy, misshapen teens. Am I missing something, Journal? Is it me? Of course it's not me. It's Will Schuester! What is it about him, Journal? Is it the arrogant smirk? Is it the store-bought home perm? It's coming clear to me now. If I can't destroy the club, I will have to destroy the man.
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Will Schuester : I've got to figure out some way to motivate them.
Emma Pillsbury : Okay, well, you, um, you could... oh, what about a sticker board? That's how my parents got me to do chores when I was a kid. Right, so I'd do a chore and then I'd get a star, and then...
Sue Sylvester : Oh, dear god, please, please... stop talking. I'm trying desperately to ignore the treacly sweet inanity of your asinine conversation, but now I've got bile in my mouth and I will hold my tongue no further. You know what this is?
[holding up her clipboard]
Sue Sylvester : It's my list of Cheerios. Every week I pick someone at random and I kick 'em out.
Will Schuester : Yeah, well, in Glee Club, we do things a little bit differently.
Sue Sylvester : Oh, yeah, Will? How's that working out for you?
