So here's what you missed on Glee: Emma's living with Will,
which has really been helping her OCD, which is good, because
she's helping Artie and Beiste direct West Side Story.
Rachel seems like a shoo-in for Maria, and Kurt's running for class president
so he can get into NYADA. Thank you in advance for your votes.
But Brittany quit as his campaign manager so she can run, too.
I'm also a unicorn. And th's what you missed on Glee!
Five, six... ...seven, eight.
(piano vamping)
You're late.
I know. I overslept.
It's 4:30 in the afternoon.
My alarm clock went off 30 minutes late this morning.
Kind of shifted my whole schedule.
Anyway, what's Santana doing here?
I've resworn my allegiance to the Glee Club
without telling Coach Sue.
Mercedes, I'll catch you up.
(piano vamping) Five, six, seven.
Five, six...
Mercedes, you okay? My stomach hurts.
I think I'm gonna be sick. Why are you babying her?
I mean, she can't do three steps without puking
'cause she ate at Quizno's
before she showed up in this joint.
Mr. Shue, you have us scheduled to the second right now.
With school, Glee Club and Booty Camp,
when else am I supposed to eat?
When the rest of us do. Oh, like you eat!
It's not about eating. It's about attitude.
Sectionals are coming up, and if we don't give it our all...
I am doing my best.
No, you're not.
It's not about doing your best anymore.
It's about doing better.
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Morning, sunshine. Hey.
Do you want me to iron some bacon for you?
Um, I was looking for a fresh box of cornflakes,
and I found this
hidden way back in the pantry.
It's a stash of wedding magazines.
Wedding, Inc.,
Modern Bridal, Marry Me Monthly...
Oh, wow.
Terri must have had a massive bridal magazine addiction.
And an autographed headshot of Vera Wang.
"To Emma. Always Marry Up!"
Right, that's slightly harder to explain away.
Look, Emma, I'm not scared of your inner bridezilla.
I mean, that's clearly the road we're headed down,
and marriage is just one of...
several milestones I look
forward to sharing with you.
But because I don't like secrets,
I thought I'd share my secret stash with you.
I was a bachelor for over a year.
Kept me off of Craig's List.
Okay, we'll just put that over here.
But Emma, I have to ask you a question:
if you're serious about you and me...
why haven't I met your parents?
Be-because, um, they're dead.
You spoke to them on the phone last night.
I spoke to their ghosts last night.
I have ghost parents.
Okay, can't lie to you. Um...
I-I-I just want to take it really slowly.
You know, I don't want to rush things.
And-And I feel like meeting
my parents right now would be a bad idea.
(school bell rings)
I must say Mr. Mike Chang Sr., this is highly unusual.
I have no grounds to drug test your son every day.
My grandmother in China knew three English phrases:
"Coca-Cola," "Kiss My Grits" and "Harvard University."
Deep in Hubei Province this old woman knew
the best school in the United States.
That's where my son belongs.
But what makes you think he's on drugs?
He's one of our best students,
a football star, and he can bust a serious move.
My son got an A-minus on his chemistry test.
An A-minus is an Asian F.
Mr. Chang Sr., I don't want to get in your business,
as they say, but don't you think perhaps you're putting
too much pressure on Mike Chang Jr.?
An A-minus won't do.
It's the girlfriend.
She's a distraction.
Here's where we agree, sir.
Tina Cohen-Chang and her vampire ways have no place
in this school.
(hisses) (gasps)
Excuse me from gym all year
or I'll drain your spicy curry blood. (hisses)
It's clear to me that either Michael is on drugs
or that he's bitten off more than he can chew.
He needs to quit Glee Club.
Performing is a waste of his time. What?
(whispers): The consultant we hired said that
it was meaningless on your transcript.
In fact, he said it was a detriment.
I'll do better, Dad. I promise.
Get me a chemistry tutor. I'll pay for it myself.
Just give me one more chance.
(bell ringing)
(blows whistle) All right, listen up, ladies!
Number one: I kicked a fire hydrant
when I found out Ace of Cakes was canceled,
hence the crutches.
Number two: the entire wrestling team has come down
with a flesh-eating staph infection
so, fellas, wash yourselves,
and that includes your bat caves and your bramble patches.
Number three: Tinsley,
Puckerman, Azimio, show me your moves.
What moves? Oh, don't play stupid.
You're all dancing in West Side Story
unless I specifically excuse you.
Tire shop every afternoon.
Coach, no disrespect, but my dad, he didn't raise me
to be no damn ballerina.
In fact, my dad, he didn't even raise me.
Ballet improves your coordination, it boosts
your IQ, and it gets half of the NFL
on Dancing With the Stars! Boo-yah!
By Wednesday, everyone is to show up at audition and dance.
How are we supposed to learn to dance by Wednesday?
Figure it out.
(bell ringing)
Baby, what was that? What?
You just hugged your arch-nemesis right before the audition.
You think before I cleat some dude I hug him?
You think Wonder Woman hugs the Cheeta before the Amazonian smackdown?
It's not like that. Rachel and I are friends.
Not right now you're not. This is winner-takes-all.
Maria's the lead and you need to be playing that part.
Don't be going crazy now on me, Shane.
People are saying that Rachel Berry's the one to beat.
Why don't you know that you're the one to beat?
You're fabulous, baby.
I know...
You don't.
You always make me watch Dreamgirls.
You say you're Beyoncé,
but on the inside you feel like Effie White.
You're better than Rachel Berry, baby.
I've been here for three years...
and no one's ever said that to me.
(Jennifer Hudson's "Spotlight" begins)
♪ Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo ♪
♪ Are you a man who loves, cherishes and cares for me? ♪
* Is that you, is that you, is that you? Yeah *
♪ Are you a guard in the prison, maximum security? ♪
* Is that you, is that you, is that you? Yeah *
♪ Do we stay home all the time ♪
♪ 'Cause you want me to yourself? ♪
* Is that you, is that you, is that you? Yeah *
♪ Or am I locked away out of fear ♪
♪ That I'll find someone else? ♪
* Is that you, is that you? Yeah *
♪ Well, I don't like living under your spotlight ♪
♪ Maybe if you treat me right ♪
* You won't have to worry * * You won't ever have to worry *
* No * * No *
♪ Boy, you ought to be ashamed of yourself ♪
♪ What the hell do you think you're doing? ♪
♪ Loving me, loving me so wrong ♪
* Baby, all I do is try * * Try *
* To show you that you're my * * My *
♪ One and only guy ♪
* Only guy *
♪ No matter who may come along ♪
♪ Open your eyes 'cause, baby, I don't like ♪
♪ Ooh-hoh, ooh, hoo-hoo ♪
♪ Hey, 'cause I don't like ♪
* Living under your spotlight *
♪ No, no ♪
♪ Just because you think I might ♪
♪ Find somebody worthy, no, no ♪
♪ I don't like, yeah ♪
* Living under your spotlight * * Living under your spotlight *
* Maybe if you treat me right *
♪ Treat me right, yeah ♪
♪ You don't never have to worry ♪
♪ I don't like. ♪
(song ends)
Wow! Yeah!
Whoo! Beautiful.
Whoo!
Mercedes, I've never seen you like this before.
Really. You're so...
Glamorous. Glamorous.
Well, I just wanted you guys to see me
the way that I see myself now: as a leading lady.
Well, it was wonderful. Beautiful.
ARTIE: So good.
You killed it!
I'm so proud of you.
(bell ringing)
Ready for song practice? Your audition is tomorrow.
I'm not auditioning. What are you talking about?
We've been practicing your singing every day!
This is your chance to break out and show everybody
that you're more than just a fleet-footed dance ninja.
Riff is perfect for you.
He sings, he dances, he dies. It's the second male lead, Mike.
I'm overwhelmed and losing focus.
Football, Glee Club, Booty Camp so we're ready for Sectionals.
I got an A-minus, Tina.
You got an Asian F?
My dad is all over me.
You shouldn't have to hide your dreams.
Just be honest with him.
Oh, like how you were so honest
about pretending to stutter all that time?
Point taken.
(bell ringing)
With only two days left
for people to announce their candidacy,
that leaves me and Brittany
running in this race.
Which is more like me running, and you know,
Brittany just whimsically hopping and skipping nearby.
No one takes her seriously.
That's so amazing, Kurt.
I mean, you can practically add the moniker
of "President" to your curriculum vitae now. NYADA is gonna eat that up.
According to the new Jacob Ben Israel straw poll--
here, take one take one, take... Okay.
Um, according to the soft numbers,
I'm ahead by Brit by 11%. Really?
This could be a cakewalk. SANTANA: Nice blouse, Hummel.
Really brings out the color of your pink eye.
So, I assume I can rely on your vote, Rachel. I'm sorry, Brittany,
but I've already pledged my fidelity to Kurt.
Oh, so you're cool with flushing McKinley High's future down
the magical poop-stealing water chair? Did you know that in six years
at this school, we've only exclusively had male student council presidents?
And yeah, Kurt looks like Jimmy Fallon's butch daughter,
but a vote for him would only empower
yet another frank and beans.
Yes. Where has that patriarchy gotten us?
Double-digit inflation, economic freefall,
oil spills, war in Afghanistan.
I tweeted about Brit's flash mob pep rally in the gym,
and we're all showing up to support her with girl power.
Yes, boys have made one helluva mess in this school,
and there's only one way to clean it up.
* Girls, we run this mother, yeah * * Girls *
♪ Girls, we run this mother ♪
* Who run the world? * * Girls *
* Who run the world? * * Girls, girls *
* Who run the world? * * Girls *
* Who run the world? * * Girls, girls *
♪ It's hot up in here, DJ, don't be scared ♪
♪ To run this, run this back ♪
♪ I'm reppin' for the girls who taking over the world ♪
♪ Help me raise a glass for the college grads ♪
♪ Anyone rolling, I'll let you know what time it is, check ♪
♪ You can't hold me ♪
♪ I work my 9:00 to 5:00 and I cut my check ♪
♪ This goes out to all my women getting it in ♪
♪ You on your grind ♪
♪ To all the men that respect what I do ♪
♪ Please accept my shine ♪
♪ Boy, I know you love it, how we're smart enough ♪
♪ To make these millions, strong enough to bear the children ♪
♪ Then get back to business ♪
♪ See, you better not play me ♪
♪ Don't come here, baby ♪
♪ Hope you still like me ♪
♪ If you pay me ♪
♪ My persuasion ♪
♪ Can build a nation ♪
♪ Endless power ♪
♪ Our love we can devour ♪
♪ You'll do anything for me ♪
* Who run the world? * * Girls, girls *
* Who run the world? * * Girls *
♪ Who are we? ♪
♪ What we run? ♪
♪ The world ♪
♪ Who run this mother? ♪
♪ Who are we? ♪
♪ What we run? ♪
♪ The world ♪
♪ Who run this? Yeah ♪
♪ Who are we? ♪
♪ What do we run? ♪
♪ We run the world ♪
♪ Who run the world? ♪
* Girls! *
(cheering)
Hi. I'm Brittany S. Pierce,
and I'm your next senior class president.
(cheering)
+
Harvard/Yale 1968.
Bush/Gore 2000. And now... I know.
It's too close to call. What is?
Marias.
We have two very strong,
but very different candidates tied for the role.
Rachel Berry and...?
Mercedes.
I thought Berry had it in the bag,
and then Stealth-Attack Jones came in
and just pancaked me emotionally.
Yeah. I mean, right before our eyes, Mercedes just transformed.
She had a new maturity, there was
a confidence I've never seen before.
Her performance was so truthful.
I think our little girl's
all grown up.
Wow. I'm so happy to hear that.
I don't know what you're doing, Schuester, but it's working.
Well, I have been pushing her pretty hard in Booty Camp.
Good. Good for Mercedes.
Yes, but very hard for us.
(laughter)
I mean, Rachel is Maria.
Isn't she? Yes.
On the other hand,
Mercedes is...
Is the riskier choice, no doubt.
And she might even be the more exciting one.
It's just too close to call.
Well, you know what you need to do, then.
Let me get this straight. You can't make up your minds,
so we have to try out again?
In the biz, it's called a callback.
With such an iconic role as Maria,
it can't appear as if they're just giving me the part.
We'd like you both to come back
on Thursday for
the ultimate Maria-off.
Done. I can't speak for Mercedes,
but I'll be singing the timeless Maria classic "I Feel Pretty."
Actually, that's too easy, Rachel.
We've picked a song that we think has the potential
to show off both of your talents,
in unexpected ways.
"Out Here On My Own" from the seminal
behind-the-scenes musical Fame.
I know it. I lived it.
(school bell ringing)
Mercedes!
Look, in the spirit of Broadway camaraderie, I'd like to
offer you a hug to congratulate you on your callback.
You know what, Rachel?
Hug me after I get the part.
(school bell ringing)
I'm leaving right now to go meet the Chem tutor at The Lima Bean.
I promise I'll bring my grade up.
And, Dad, I'm so sorry for disappointing you.
(grunts)
(panting)
Michael.
We've worked so hard to get to where we are.
And this, this is how you waste your time?
Dancing is something you do at a wedding.
It's a hobby, not a career.
(echoing): There's no future in it.
What happens if you hurt yourself?
You're one injury away from having nothing.
You will not waste your life.
TINA: So beautiful.
You don't talk that much, you hardly ever sing,
but when I see you do that, it's who you are.
It's what makes me feel you.
Mike, you got to know by now, when I see you dance...
...it's why I fell in love with you.
ARTIE: Mike Chang?
The kid's never late.
He runs like an expensive Swiss watch
reproduced cheaply in China.
Okay, next.
Uh, I'm sorry I'm late.
I'm here to audition for Riff.
Uh, Mike, you know that's not just a dancing part, right?
I do, yes.
I've been working on my singing.
Okay.
(band playing "Cool")
♪ Boy, boy, crazy boy ♪
♪ Get cool, boy ♪
♪ Got a rocket in your pocket ♪
♪ Keep coolly cool, boy ♪
♪ Don't get hot, 'cause, man, you got ♪
♪ Some high times ahead ♪
♪ Take it slow and, Daddy-O ♪
♪ You can live it up and die in bed ♪
♪ Boy, boy, crazy boy ♪
♪ Stay loose, boy ♪
♪ Breeze it, buzz it, easy does it ♪
♪ Turn off the juice, boy ♪
♪ Go, man, go, but not like a yo-yo schoolboy ♪
♪ Just play it cool, boy ♪
♪ Real cool ♪
♪ Cool! ♪
♪ Go! ♪
♪ Crazy! Cool! Go! ♪
♪ Crazy! Go! ♪
♪ Boy, boy, crazy boy ♪
♪ Stay loose, boy ♪
♪ Breeze it, buzz it, easy does it ♪
♪ Turn off the juice, boy ♪
♪ Just play it cool, boy ♪
♪ Real cool. ♪
(music ends with flourish)
(applause)
ARTIE: Yeah! Wow!
BEISTE: Wow, Chang, you must have worked
really closely with my boys there.
That was some really fancy footwork.
I just hope you didn't waste
too much of your time.
It's what I love to do.
It's never going to be a waste of my time.
Good job.
+
So no girls have tried out
for your fancy new rogue singing club?
Why do you think that is?
Mmm.
Singing's just musical talking.
Well, I guess if I was a girl in this school,
and I wanted to be in a singing group, I'd be in New Directions.
Mm-hmm.
Enjoy your enormous bowl of disgusting creamy pasta.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, Will.
Hey.
What, no chicken?
Mm, I'm carbo - loading, Will.
I got to keep my strength up.
I got football, I'm running the student council elections,
and you got me doing that musical.
Thank God for Emma.
She's a hard worker.
You should be really proud of her.
Yeah, well, I just wish she was more proud of me.
Mm, come on.
I mean, I know I'm not a dentist like Carl.
I don't make $80,000 a year.
Punkin, what the hell are you talking about?
That girl is crazy about you.
She hasn't introduced me to her parents.
Well, introduce yourself!
You're a catch, Will.
You got nothing to be nervous about.
You're everything a future in-law could ask for.
You think so?
You bet your sweet bippy.
Did you know Breadstix delivers?
That's awesome.
The cast list goes up on Friday.
Are you nervous?
A little. I'm trying not to think about it.
I wouldn't be. My mole in the casting office
says that there's only one actor
they're seriously considering for the role of Tony,
and his initials are B.A.
Kurt, they're beautiful.
But what are they for?
You killed your audition, Blaine.
If anyone else got Tony,
including me, the Wrath of Sondheim
would fall upon William McKinley
like a plague of Shubert Alley locusts.
These are to celebrate... you.
You always zig when I think you're about to zag,
and I... I just... I love that about you.
Thank you.
(whispers): Right.
Okay, so, before we dive into today's Booty Camp,
I just want to say how impressed Mike and I have been
with everyone's progress. Uh...
Brittany, why are you here?
'Cause I intend on, you know,
dancing my way into the voters' hearts.
Okay.
All right... everyone up!
Now, your homework assignment was "The Widow Maker,"
perhaps the hardest show choir dance move ever.
Now, when you get it right, one of us is gonna tap you out,
then you can have a seat.
Uh, five, six, seven, eight!
(piano music begins)
(speaking indistinctly)
Okay.
(talking quietly)
You have it. Yeah.
MIKE: Come on, Mercedes-- down, open.
Come on, Finn, you can do it! No, he can't.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
Come on, Mercedes.
Good job, buddy.
MIKE: Down... open...
Come on, Mercedes, down...
open... up...
My ankle hurts. Push through it.
I don't feel good. You're fine.
No, I'm not!
Look, Mercedes, I want you to be the best you can be, okay?
Did you even practice this?
Stop picking on me!
You're always singling me out, making me look bad!
That's crazy. No, you're crazy
for not letting me shine!
Where's Rachel, huh?
I don't see her here, being a part of the "team."
Rachel practices every night.
No one asked you, Finn.
Everyone knows that Rachel is your favorite.
That's not true.
No, it's true-- you give that skinny,
Garanimal-wearing ass-kisser everything!
And, you know, for two years, you know, I took it.
But not anymore!
I'm done!
You know, I've outgrown you.
I've outgrown all of you.
Mercedes!
You walk out that door, you're out of Glee Club.
(light switches clanking)
("It's All Over" from Dreamgirls begins)
Mr. Shue was supposed to love me.
♪ I turn my back and find myself out on the line ♪
♪ You could've warned me ♪
♪ But that would've been too kind ♪
♪ I've been warning you for months to clean up your act ♪
♪ You've been late, you've been mean ♪
♪ Giving all kinds of stupid flack ♪
♪ That's a lie, that's a lie ♪
♪ It's just, I haven't been feeling that well ♪
♪ Effie, please, stop excusing yourself ♪
♪ You've been late, you've been mean ♪
♪ And getting fatter all the time ♪
♪ Now you're lyin', you're lyin' ♪
♪ I've never been so thin ♪
♪ You're lyin', you're lyin' ♪
♪ 'Cause you're knockin' off that piece ♪
♪ Who thinks she's better than everybody ♪
♪ Running for president ♪
♪ She ain't better than anybody ♪
♪ She ain't nothin' but common ♪
♪ Now, listen to me, Miss Blame-it-on-the-world ♪
♪ See, I put up with you for much too long ♪
♪ I have put up with your bitchin' ♪
♪ I put up with your naggin' ♪
♪ And all your screamin' too ♪
♪ Oh, now when are you two gonna stop all this fighting? ♪
Stay out of this, Finn, this is between Santana and me!
♪ Yeah! Well, it's between me, too ♪
♪ I'm as much a part of this group as anybody else ♪
♪ And I'm tired, Effie ♪
♪ I'm tired ♪
♪ Of all the problems you're makin' up ♪
♪ I always knew you two were together ♪
What?!
♪ Always knew you two were gangin' up on me ♪
♪ Kurt had nothing to do with this change, it was you ♪
♪ It was you always thinking of you ♪
♪ Always thinking of you ♪
♪ Lay off, Effie ♪
♪ Just take the money and run ♪
You in this with them, Puck?
♪ Cool it, Effie ♪
♪ This time you know what you've done ♪
So they bought your behind, too, huh?
♪ I said, cool it, Effie ♪
♪ This time you've gone too far ♪
Oh, I can go further. I can go further!
♪ I don't wanna stay around this ♪
♪ I'm just breakin' in to this business ♪
♪ This is between all of you ♪
♪ This is none of my affair ♪
♪ I'm not feelin' well, I've got pain ♪
CHORUS: * Effie, we all got pain *
♪ Oh, for two years, I stuck with you ♪
♪ I was your sister ♪
CHORUS: * You were trouble *
♪ And now you're telling me ♪
♪ It's all over ♪
CHORUS: * Now we're telling you *
♪ It's all over ♪
♪ And now, I'm telling you ♪
♪ I ain't goin' ♪
♪ It's all over ♪
♪ I ain't goin' ♪
♪ It's all over... ♪
(switch clicks)
It's over.
(school bell rings)
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(school bell rings)
Mom?
What are you doing here?
What are you doing, Michael?
I'm... just warming up for football.
How can you look at me like that
and lie to me?
I got a call from your chemistry tutor when you didn't show up.
I covered for you with your father.
So now I'm a liar, too.
The least you could do
is tell me the truth.
I auditioned for the school musical.
I don't want to be a surgeon or a lawyer, Mom.
I want to be an artist.
Special.
And the only time I really feel special is when I do...
That.
Mom, please don't cry.
Michael,
my job is to encourage you to live your dreams,
not mine, not your dad's.
I was raised a certain way,
and my parents had expectations of me
and I simply was not as courageous as my son.
I let go of my dreams but
I never want you to do that.
Do you hear me?
So...
do you know if we earned that part
in the school musical yet?
Well, when you do, we're going to tell your father about it.
Together.
So what dream did you let go of?
Like you, I loved dancing.
But your waigong never let me take lessons.
Some people think I'm a pretty good teacher.
Okay...
(murmurs)
(school bell rings)
Rachel, focus.
You want this more than she does.
I do.
You've earned this.
The part's already yours.
It's been waiting for you, Mercedes; just take it.
I will.
Rachel Berry? Mercedes Jones?
Go get it, baby.
Ladies...
you're both wonderful.
Screw West Side Story, this is Clash of the Titans.
I have a feeling that people are going to be
talking about this face-off for the rest of our lives.
Heads or tails? Heads. Tails.
Heads. Yes!
Rachel?
Mercedes can go first.
Okay.
("Out Here On My Own" from Fame begins)
♪ Sometimes I wonder ♪
♪ Where I've been ♪
♪ Who I am ♪
♪ Do I fit in? ♪
♪ Make believin' is hard alone ♪
♪ Out here on my own ♪
♪ We're always provin' ♪
♪ Who we are ♪
♪ Always reachin' ♪
♪ For that risin' star ♪
♪ To guide me far ♪
♪ And shine me home ♪
♪ Out here on my own ♪
♪ When I'm down ♪
♪ And feelin' blue ♪
♪ I close my eyes ♪
♪ So I can be with you ♪
BOTH: * Oh, baby, be strong for me *
♪ Baby, belong ♪
RACHEL: * To me *
♪ Help me through ♪
♪ Help me need you ♪
♪ Sometimes I wonder ♪
♪ Where I've been ♪
♪ Who I am ♪
♪ Do I fit in? ♪
♪ I may not win ♪
♪ But I can't be thrown ♪
♪ Out here ♪
♪ On... ♪
♪ On my own ♪
♪ Out here ♪
♪ On my ♪
♪ Own. ♪
(whooping)
Wow! Yeah!
Bravo!
(audience whooping)
That was excellent. You were amazing.
She was better than me.
(school bell ringing)
Coach Beiste, I have something very important we need to discuss.
+
What is this? Are we having a romantic dinner? Sort of.
I invited your parents over.
Is that my little freaky-deaky?
Okay. I'm gonna say hi in one minute.
One minute, one minute. Oh, God, oh my God.
Why would you do this? I wanted to meet your parents,
so I thought I'd take the bull by the horns.
Right, it's okay, because maybe, maybe we can get them to leave.
I will pretend like, um, an ovarian cyst burst.
Works every time. Emma, what is going on here?
Are you ashamed of me?
No.
I'm ashamed of them.
What? Why?
My parents are ginger supremacists.
We're not ginger supremacists.
We're more ginger preservationists.
We don't hate anybody.
We just prefer the company of other redheads, which is why we
enjoy the Red Oaks so much. What's the Red Oaks?
It's a gingers-only country club.
It's really the only place I feel I can be myself
and let my auburn hair down.
Did you know that if we're not careful,
redheads will be extinct in 30 years? Extinct?
It's a recessive gene. If we keep heading down the road
we're on, with everybody just mixing with everybody,
we gingers will cease to exist as a species.
Not really a separate species. Which is why I'd really love to hear about your heritage.
I have to say, your hair's a little wooly
for my taste, but those beautiful blue eyes
are a very good sign. Now Schuester is German, right?
I-I think so.
You're practically a Viking.
Hey. Well, that's a relief.
There's got to be some red hair in that family tree.
Yeah, not like that Carl.
Oops. Looks like freaky-deaky's
coming down with a mean case of the cleanies.
Don't bother trying to stop her once she starts, Will.
We used to tie her thumbs together, and she'd chew
right through the twine. Adorable.
I think it's weird. I don't know where she got it.
Oh, I'm sorry, Amigo.
You're not our regular waitress.
RUSTY: Cindy! ROSE: You can't be too careful.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but has anyone
ever told you that you're both a little racist?
I'm sorry?
Excuse me, it's not racist to be proud of the heritage
that you're trying to preserve, Will.
Well, maybe it isn't. But all I know is that if Emma and I
were blessed enough to have a child,
I wouldn't care what he or she looked like. And you know what?
If my child had OCD, I'd maybe try to show a little compassion
instead of calling her a name that makes her feel
like a freak.
These beans are a disaster.
RUSTY: These beans are what happens when you sit out
an election, Rose. There wasn't a ginger candidate.
(school bell rings)
I think we should talk, don't you?
About the, um, upcoming deadline for the NYADA applications?
About you telling Coach Beiste that you're running for senior class president.
Against me. Kurt, you saw Mercedes, okay?
I'm not gonna get the part. So I figured, if I win,
I'll make you vice president, and then maybe you could just do vice-versa.
Rachel, if you win, yes, it'll better your chances of getting into NYADA, yes.
But if I win, it could make a huge difference at this school.
Not just for me, but kids like me.
Things could actually change for them.
So, whatever it takes, I'm winning.
Look, I just... I need something for my senior year
that's gonna make me special, that's gonna make me stand out.
I thought Maria was gonna be that. You understand.
You're just as ambitious as I am; that's why we're friends.
Rachel, in ten years, when you look back on this time,
you're not gonna be thinking about the clubs you belonged to
or the parts you had.
You'll be thinking about the friends you had and...
and the ones you just tossed aside.
+
Please don't tell us that we have to try out again.
No, we've come to a decision.
It was one of the hardest decisions of my life,
and that includes when I had to sell
one of my two prize donkeys to pay my gas bill.
I sold Kim, but I kept Khloe.
So, um, in the grand tradition of the Special Olympics...
everybody wins. We're double-casting Maria.
What the hell is "double-casting?"
It means that we'll both get to play Maria.
You'll get your well-deserved standing ovations
on Saturday matinees and Sunday mornings for the Retired
Lima War Veterans, and I'll do all the evening performances.
Actually, Rachel, we're adding a week.
You'll both get four nights and two matinees.
Fair enough.
Mercedes, it'll be a pleasure sharing the spotlight with you.
Are you double-casting any other roles?
No. Just... No. No.
Thank you for your time.
Where are you going?
Tell me you were better than me.
Tell me.
(stammers) Why is it that no one ever wants to hurt her feelings?
You know, it's always been "The Rachel Berry Show" around here.
But it's not gonna be for me. No, not my senior year.
Mercedes, don't make this a stupid pride thing.
Oh, it's a pride thing. But it's not stupid.
Congratulations. You got the part.
I don't want it.
(school bell rings)
I got it.
I got it, like, by default.
They double-cast us, and then Mercedes turned it down.
So... cool. You're gonna... you're gonna be withdrawing from the race, then.
Look, Finn, when Brittany sang that song about girls changing
the world, it got me thinking, you know maybe...
maybe I can change the world. By being Student Class President?
Look, make fun of it all you want, but you need
to start thinking about your future, too.
Oh, did you talk to Kurt about the election?
Yeah.
He asked me who I was voting for.
What did you say?
I said I didn't know.
Emma.
Son of a biscuit. I've lost count again.
(whispers): One.
Two...
Three... I'm so sorry.
I should've believed you when you told me you didn't want me to meet your parents.
I didn't get it.
Emma, stop.
Please.
Come on, let's go to bed.
Wh-What are you doing?
I'm praying.
I do it all the time in my head,
but right now, it's just not enough.
And when I need help, I know God hears me better on my knees.
Something about the acoustics of the linoleum or something.
(sighs)
I wish I could make things better for you, I...
I just don't know how.
I don't have any clue what I'm doing down here... (laughs)
But I'm willing to learn.
(piano ballad plays)
♪ When you try your best, but you don't succeed ♪
♪ When you get what you want, but not what you need ♪
♪ When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep ♪
♪ Stuck in reverse ♪
♪ And the tears come streaming down your face ♪
♪ When you lose something you can't replace ♪
♪ When you love someone, but it goes to waste ♪
♪ Could it be worse? ♪
♪ Lights will guide you home ♪
♪ And ignite your bones ♪
♪ And I will try to fix you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Tears stream down on your face ♪
♪ I promise you that I will learn from my mistakes ♪
♪ Tears stream down on your face ♪
♪ And I... ♪
♪ Lights will guide you home ♪
♪ And ignite your bones ♪
* Ooh... *
♪ And I will try to fix you. ♪
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