Where is Rachel? She never misses applause.

If elected, I'll have sugary treats available at all times. Helps with concentration. That's what George Washington said.

The advantage of a relationship with a younger dude is that I've still got four more rounds in me before I need a steak sandwich and a Coke Zero.

You're higher maintenance than Berry and pretty much the most selfish person I've ever met in my life.

I haven't been this worried about a vote since Lambert versus Allen.

When I get really pissed off, Santana gets taken over by my other evil personality. I call her Snix. Her wrath of words is called Snix juice.

While there's nothing I'd love more than having two pretty ponies serenade me, I think we'd get further staging a gel-ervention for Blaine than singing lady music.

I have to just be me.

My iPhone 5 is vibrating. That's a new feature of the iPhone 5, they vibrate now.

If I wanna win this race, I need 20 cc's of man. Stat!

Truth is, journal, I'm attracted to men. Sure, I can't stand watching them eat or talk, but when it comes to getting sexy, this gal's got a hole in her heart that only a fella can fill.

It's a reporter from USA Today. The newspaper for people who can't read.

I'm so bummed out. I feel like I'm living one of those country western songs.

Wanna come over. Order in. Rent a movie and not watch it?

You don't need a baby or a dude or anyone to make you special.

Screw you. Sure you've got the boom and the pow, and your lips are cash money. But what really turned me on about you was how much of an asskicker you were, winning all those championships, going to New York. raising Beth on your own. All garbage. This was your chance to get in on the ground floor of something really special: me. But you're too much of a coward to go for it.

Why don't you hurry on to your next face-widening session at the John Travolta Institute for Head Thickening and Facial Weight Gain?

The truth is, I think you're awesome. And when you hide part of who you are, you hide your awesomeness with it.

Kurt: I'm gonna lose unless I pull a JFK.
Rachel: You're gonna shoot Brittany?!?

Blaine: If you would stop being so defensive...
Santana: I'm trying. But your hideous bowties are provoking me.

You smell like Craigslist.

It was that damn Trouty Mouth! Even I felt a little something in my lady loins when he did that magic sex dance.

Don't wish away your life, you're exactly where you're supposed to be.

I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to enjoy a crisp pickle but couldn't find anyone to suck the lid off the jar.

Sam: Do you know the song "Jack and Dianne" by John Mellencamp?
Quinn: Please don't sing.
Sam: My favorite lyric is this one, hold on to sixteen as long as you can.

Rachel: We're kind of friends huh?
Quinn: Kind of.

It's not about your ears. It's about your song. It makes me wanna kill myself.

Where's my bling?

Homeless will be homeless for awhile, that's sort of the problem.

That song was so depressing. I may actually be dead right now.

I made plans to shoot reindeer from my helicopter with Sarah Palin, but she canceled. Apparently Todd gets fussy when she misses his ballet recitals.

Christmas is a time for forgiveness. I have decided to forgive you for having no talent and ruining the American songbook, one mash-up at a time.

Holy crap. I'm dating Kim Kardashian.

Tonight's special is brought to you by Breadstix, now with even more breadsticks!

Finn: All I want for Christmas is you.
Rachel: All I want for Christmas is you, too. And five things on that list.

Rachel: You gave me a dead pig for Christmas.
Finn: It's not dead yet. You gotta get it fat first.

Is that a Mohawk, Puckerman, or did someone glue a squirrel to your head?

I, Bekky Faye Jackson, am the hottest bitch at McKinley High School... you may be wondering why I sound like the Queen of England. It's simple: in mind, I can sound like whomever I want. So lay off, haters.

Just be grateful Comrade Obama still allows Christmas.

You can maybe go one day without the driving clothes. It's a wheel chair Artie, not a Porsche.

For God's sake, Amelia, it's 2012. If you wanna marry Will Schuester, ask him.

I love you with everything I am and everything I hope to be. Emma Pillsbury, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?

Rachel Berry, will you marry me?

I wanna do something special, like my dad. But without the whole dying part.

You're in synchronized swimming and glee club. That's like some kind of death wish.

I'm really worried people are gonna think your legs look thinner than my arms.

If you pee in my pool, I will kill you.

We sing and that's all we ever do.

You can't change your past. But you can let go and start your future.

Every magazine says it. We hardly know what we're gonna want in 15 years.

I don't want to see the spectacle that is Michael. I want to be the spectacle that is Michael.

This is what we call taking the high road, which I was shocked to learn has nothing to do with marijuana.

You told him what we're gonna do. You're like a modern day Eggs Benedict.

I'd throw this mocha in your face, but it's not nearly scalding enough.

This isn't violent. This is clever. I taped it to my under boob.

You may look like the villain out of a cheesy high school movie, but you should know I am prepared to go all Danny Larusso on your ass.

I wanna go to a college that isn't a FEMA trailer or a prison yard, so let's take the high road.

Hey, Kurt, i didn't recognize you. You're wearing boy clothes.

I can't stand the stench of public schools.

Santana: Brittany, lock the door.
Brittany: I don't know how to do that.

I was spending to much time flossing, I was missing my life.

Why are you being so weird and serious? Our periods don't come until the end of the month.

Why don't you just dress up as the taco bell chihuahua and bark the theme song to Dora the Explorer?

I spend the day vibrating with wide irrational rage.

The English language lacks the requisite words to express just how much I dislike you.

To be a teacher is to offer students a gateway to the future, and I blew it.

The proof's in the pudding. My pudding pretty much sucks.

I doubt your avian frame could withstand the rigors of childbirth.

Mercedes: Sam just Tweeted that I smelled good.
Sam: I won't stop until it's Trending.

Emma: You're being really mean.
Will: You got a pamphlet for that??!?

Evidence shows that 1 out of every 10 people is gay. That means at least 1 of the 12 apostles was gay, probably Simon because that's the gayest-sounding name.

I fully support your right to be as unhappy with Finn for the rest of your life as you want.

Three of us are in glee club, so we pretty much sing to gay people all the time.

Honesty. Respect. Dance. Those are the foundations of the Berry family.

No vocal runs. That's how Jennifer Hudson got kicked off American Idol.

No single people allowed. They're sad. They're boring. And they don't exist in my world.

Don't sweat the small stuff. And it's all small stuff when you're rich.

Rachel: We're finally getting married.
Artie: When is the baby due?

Rory: This is a four-leaf clover.
Kurt: Do you people just carry those around?

I want Lord Tubbington to kicking his ecstasy addiction.

I most look forward to meeting Rachel Berry's children.

I'm looking forward to the day my grandmother loves me again.

In the last week, you either enjoyed a delicious curry or a hug from Principal Figgins.

There are 15 of us here and I'm only comfortable sharing a spoon with about half of you.

You proved that it's never too late to turn your life around.

Rachel: I wanna get married. Now.
Finn: I have Gym.

I could have easily become one of those creepy memorial pages in the yearbook, but by the grace of God, I'm here. Believe it or not ... this is the happiest day of my life.

Cooper: Other choices I can plan ahead of time: screaming all my lines! Because I'm really intense. And the things I'm feeling are really intense! Because I'm a really intense actor! Nicholas Cage, right?

It's in my DNA to be intense, okay, just like it's in Porcelain's DNA to poop rainbow glitter.

Rachel: Look, I need to be in New York and I need you with me. I can't do this without you.
Finn: I just want you to be really sure. I want you to be really sure that you are in love with me and not who you want me to be.

Sue: Hey, Mercedes, who you texting?
Mercedes: I'm not texting anyone, I'm donating to the Obama campaign...

Sue: Will you sign my breast?
Cooper: My pleasure. "Keep on dreaming. Yours ... Cooper Anderson."

Cooper: The key to a dramatic scene is pointing. When people are really emotional, they point their fingers a lot.
Blaine: That's not true at all. That's ... that's terrible advice.
Cooper: Excuse me, guys, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Blaine. Are you an internationally beloved spokesman for the internet's fastest growing credit score website?

Blaine: Can't you just support me?
Cooper: I'm sorry. Are you talking to me right now? Because I can't tell if you are talking to me if you don't point your finger.

I came up with an idea that will make you Snooki famous, but not without all the blackout drinking.

I'm cream here, Mr. Schue. But what if out there, I'm just skim milk.

Two dudes in one bed is, like, confirmed gay.

I would totally put that suit on... eBay.

While we applaud your proper use of the terminology, we told Mr. Schue: we do not support disco.

Blaine's handsome brother said it best: college is a waste of time. I just wanna be famous, plain and simple.

I'm gonna be famous if it's the last thing I do.

Let's be honest, William. You've been out of ideas since Madonna week.

Brittany thought of it. She gets an idea once every couple years and, lucky for us, this was a good one.

I believe in you and what you can become.

It's not the broken dreams that break us. It's the ones we don't dare to dream.

This is your game, your life. And, guess what, time is running out.

I was afraid to admit it because I was afraid of failing. But I'm not scared anymore.

Sue: Her chagrin is limited only by the fact that she has a brain the size of a toddler's fist.
Brittany: I can show you the MRI.

You and me, we've been doing this dance for over a decade. You know, Starsky and gay Hutch.

Quinn, you're still dancing in my dreams. And you can fly and breathe fire.

Joe is really pretty, but I heard she doesn't shave her armpits.

I'm gonna miss all of you. I love you guys.

Finn sends me cute text messages all the time. They're usually puns about my boobs, but I still appreciate the effort.

We're hanging on Whitney because she was incredible and we love her, so don't put your baggage on us.

Quinn's a great girl, but you're gonna have to decide: do you wanna be closer to God or closer to her?

I'm a good Christian, there's just no way a dude's gonna be able to resist.

I have OCD. I throw awat a broom after I've used it once, and you think I'm gonna get married at a campground?

Champagne on a Tuesday? You've gone all Hunter S. Thompson.

Joe: I was having feelings.
Sam: You mean like, in your pants feelings?

Moving on, what rhymes with Pre-industrial European deforestation?

Once, La Thibodeaux stopped a performance of Medea at The Met because someone glanced at their watch while she was doing one of her 'I'm killing my babies' arias.

I may not be too good at world geography but I'm real good at female geography.

I appreciate the brovention but I just told her that so I could get a sympathy pants massage.

I vowed not to speak with you unless William and Kate got pregnant, Liza passed, or unless one of us was in grave danger.

I have some simple rules when I'm getting ready for a big performance. First, no milk. Makes you too phlegmy. Second, no doorknobs. They spread infections. So do kisses. So what if I have some superstitions, too. I never step on cracks and sometimes I walk backwards. And everyone I see becomes a metaphor for the things that could stop me. I just give each one my gold star death stare. None of them stand a chance.

I spent the weekend sending your photo to ivory poachers who could make an absolute fortune selling your enormous white teeth on the black market.

Now I realize this room is America's #1 destination for cheap, sappy moralizing, but your insensitive behavior is about to subject you to a whole new level of preachiness.

Puck: You know it's hard growing up without a dad because you don't have any dude role models, except NFL players and video game characters. But I lucked out because instead of one dad, I got a whole gang of them. You guys showed me what it means to be a man, not just last night but for four years. Even you, Blaine.
Blaine: Thanks?

Santana: What happened to Beiste? Did we do something wrong?
Sue: Well, you completely butchered one of my all-time favorite Kandor and Ebb tunes, while completely missing the point of absolutely everything.

Rachel: This is the biggest, biggest moment of our lives here. We cannot be taking risks.
Kurt: Isn't this the exact moment to be taking a risk?

Mike: Blaine, I need some help. Tina wants me to slick my hair back for prom, and I've never used gel, so I have no idea what I'm doing.
Blaine: Biggest tip I can give you: never brush after you gel. Disaster. Second tip: feel free to use a little sweat or a little splash of water to reactivate the gel or give it a completely new look. See that? It's a whole new do, my friend.

Kurt: I'm starting from scratch. I need something fresh. I need something edgy. Something completely unpredictable. Or maybe I just need more candles
Blaine: Oh, God, no. No more candles.

It's clear that the three of you are incompetent fools, possibly even some sort of terrorist cell. So, as president, I'm gonna decide what the prom theme is going to be this year. And I think that it should be...dinosaurs.

Is this some kind of joke or something? I mean, like Kurt last year? Is someone gonna throw pigs blood on me next like in Carrie?

Well, you know it would be boring if we weren't so awesome.

I don't know if it's the sentimental fetus in me, but I think it's my best batch ever. Nothing but fruit juicy red, Manhattan seltzer, and seven tablespoons of Visine, just so we get out of here on time.

Advertisers are manipulative alcoholics who use images to play on our emotions. Haven't you seen Mad Men?

I thought going through all that terrible stuff earlier this year made you cooler, but no, you're still the same old Quinn. All that matters is you.

What are you looking at Jar-Jar Binks?

Rachel: What are you doing here?
Finn: Well, I'll keep it simple. I love you. You're beautiful. Prom sucks without you.

Brittany: And finally, all hair gel has been banned from the prom.
Blaine: [laughing] Right.
Brittany: I'm actually not joking. Hair gel wasn't invented until 30 million years after the Paleolithic Stone Age. And frankly, I don't like the way you look. Therefore, anyone who shows up to the prom wearing hair gel will be turned away at the door.

Keep rocking that mullet Ricky. Maybe in 10 years it'll come back in style.

I don't have a back up plan, all right? And I don't want to waste another year of my ingenue eligibility.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to be me? Do you have a Facebook account or a Twitter account? Do you have time to sit down and watch Bravo or read a book or buy laces for your incredibly high comical boots? I don't. It's exhausting being me.

You only have yourselves to blame. And the liberal media.

Puckerman I appreciate your commitment to winning, but without a doubt you are the ugliest woman I have ever seen. For a second there I thought you were Beiste's sister.

William, I can taste your AXE body spray.

I can't believe how supportive you are when half the time I can't even be bothered to thank you for your tremendous supporting performances.

I am one of the original Glee club members. I was singing "Sit Down You're Rockin' the Boat" when Finn and Puck were still throwing slushees at us. So when is it my turn?

You are loved, punkin. You are not alone.

Tina: My name is Tina. Tina Cohen Chang.
Sue: Isn't she the one who used to stutter?

Finn: You really are our unique factor.
Rachel: I don't know, I think we all are. I mean, in a sea full of kids who are just desperately clinging to their own kind, we're different. We took the time to get to know each other and reach out and accept one another. That's our unique factor. And that's what I love about is.

I'm here, Perez, because I care about young artists chasing their impossible dreams. I know them. I feel them. I was them. So I'm here to support them unconditionally.

I have so many steroids running through my body right now I may turn into the Incredible Hulk if you piss me off.

Mr. Shue, when I met you I was just an annoying Jewish girl with two gay dads and a very big dream. Today, I still have two dads, and I'm still Jewish, and I'm probably just as annoying.

I know, I'm sorry. I always go to the yelling place. I have rage.

With Monique down for the count, we are entering The Hunger Games of show choir competition without one of our most powerful voices.

There's a lot of teachers at this school who teacher their students important things like how to drive and fractions, but you teacher your students how to dream.

This is your moment. Okay? Three years in the making. Forget about everything else. Take it.

Carmen Tibideaux is coming and we're gonna be perfect. And then we're gonna get married and I'm gonna smash this glass and then we're gonna live happily ever after.

Sue: Dick Butkis, I beg of you, chew your cud with your mouth closed.
Beiste: Sorry. I'm as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Lindsay Lohan: I show up here and there's not even a red button to push and a chair to spin me around where I can then point at a kid on stage and yell 'I wanna work with you!' Really? I'm firing my manager.
Perez Hilton: Can I use that as an exclusive?

Lindsay: Whoa whoa whoa. Oh my god. Seriously? Did you just blog about me during that last performance?
Perez: You're welcome. It's already got over 3 million hits.

You know how hard long distance relationships can be. We both saw The Notebook.

In this room, it doesn't matter if you're gay or straight. What matters is that we're friends.

C-! That's a Puckerman A+! I'm graduating!

If you ever need me, you know where to find me...right here in Lima...repeating my senior year forever.

You're nothing like me. You're better. Sure I'm as smart as you are and every bit as pretty, but somehow you're slightly less evil, and I admire that. I admire you Quinn Fabray.

Our work here is done. There's only one thing left to do. Say goodbye.

You're going to get on that train, and you're going to go to New York, and you're going to be a star. Without me.

I'd call my high school career a total success. I mean not in terms of grades and stuff but I won a state title in football and a national championship in glee club and it turns out I never actually accidentally got anyone pregnant.

All great artists need a little struggle in their lives. Didn't you tell me that Julia Roberts sold shoes in New York before she made it? Good enough for Pretty Woman, good enough for Kurt Hummel.

I had a song in my heart, Blaine Warbler, and you killed it. Now I have a dead song in my heart and pretty soon the corpse of my dead heart song is going to start to smell.

Rachel Berry...impress me.

What's the problem people? You've been here a week! You should be dancing at like Black Swan levels of psychosis right now?

The co-ed bathrooms take some getting used to. I got tired of everyone's opinion of my extensive night time ritual so I started showering at 3 in the morning when no one else is around.

New York is filled with people like you. People who aren't afraid to be different. You're going to feel at home there. And if you're not scared, it just means you're not sticking out your neck far enough.

Just remember that you're here because you're the best of the best. Start believing that. Oh, and in case you were wondering, which you were, I'm straight.

I'm not coming down here to help you. I'm coming down here to give you a big New York City welcome. You suck.

You know it used to be that just straight ex-football players would lurk the halls of high schools after graduation? But you've proven that gay ex-show choir champs can also be depressive sad sacks desperately clinging to the past.

The best thing about Glee club is it's not about labels. If you can sing and you can dance, you belong. And dude, you can sing.

Kurt: You truly are the world's greatest dad.
Burt: I know. It's written on the coffee mug you got me for Father's Day.

Burt: The only difference between this place and New York?
Kurt: Decent bagels?

Rachel: I kind of feel like I'm just gonna throw up all the time.
Brody: It's just because you're becoming a different person. That's why you came to New York. To be that new and improved girl.

Blaine: I don't want to see you go, but I can't stand to see you stay here. It's killing you, and that's killing me.
Kurt: What about us?
Blaine: In a year, I'll be there too. But right now is your time. You're ready.

Блейн: Я не хочу отпускать тебя, но я не могу смотреть, как ты остаешься здесь. Это убивает тебя, и это убивает меня.
Курт: Но что насчет нас?
Блейн: Я приеду через год. Но это твой час. Ты готов.

Cassie: I bet you were a big star back in...Iowa.
Rachel: I'm actually from Ohio.
Cassie: Ohio? That's even worse.

Cassie: What's your name?
Rachel: Rach...
Cassie: Little Miss David Schwimmer?
Rachel: Little Miss David Schwimmer.

Here's the thing. I will respect your boundaries, but just know that when we're together, whatever we talk about, whatever we're doing. I'm thinking of kissing you.

I know what it feels like to be scared that you're not important, or smart, or worth anything. We had the same dad, bro.

You think you're a badass? Nailing a bunch of chicks and beating up some punks in the cafeteria? I'm the original badass. I had my first threesome at seven, and once, I beat up a police horse.

Kurt: He hasn't called you because he loves you, not because he's forgotten about you. Your freedom is a gift he's given you--accept it.
Rachel: It's just so much freedom all at once it's starting to feel like loneliness.
Kurt: The only cure for loneliness is cake.

Cassie: Maria Von Trap, Willie Loman, Shrek. Those are the roles that are appropriate for your level of sex appeal.
Rachel: You're just jealous of me. Of all of us.
Brody: Rachel, don't.
Rachel: No, because we have our entire career ahead of us and yours ended before it even began. We're the future and you're just some YouTube joke.

Brittany: My name is Brittany S. Pierce, and I finally know how Jesus feels in his house way up at the North Pole because I am on top of the world. Senior year was awesome and now I get to relive every minute of it. I'm head Cheerio, vice-Rachel of the Glee club, and now I'm planning a Middle East style sham election that will install me as senior class president for life.
Blaine: Brittany, who are you talking to?
Brittany: I thought I was doing a voice over.

Marley: I almost didn't come. The other girls all told me I was crazy for even bothering.
Jake: You really think they're right?
Marley: I think you're a guy who got hurt. And I think the hair, and the guitar, and the jacket are all walls for that.
Jake: You think too much.

Rachel: I kind of need to ask you a favor. Cassie said I wasn't sexy.
Brody: You're crazy sexy.

Sugar asked me out on a date. She invited me to go horseback riding. I'm just hoping it doesn't involve being towed.

You're hanging out with fashion goddess Isabelle Wright. And I'm running for Student Body President with a former stripper.

No, you should dream. You should dream very, very big and then you should work incredibly hard and make sure you do everything in your power to make it happen.

Rachel: It's pretty amazing what a good makeover can do. It's like you change the outside and the inside just follows.
Brody: I think it's the other way around. I think now your outside has caught up to how you feel about yourself.
Rachel: I like that.
Brody: I like you.

Kurt: It's so funny how a new image can change everything.
Isabelle: Oh, I sure hope you never lose that.
Kurt: What?
Isabelle: Oh, just your unbridled, wide-eyed Lima, Ohio optimism.

Blaine: Brittany S. Pierce in her last term accomplished absolutely nothing except plan a dinosaur-themed prom and ban the use of hair gel. Ladies and gentlemen, telling anyone what they can or can't put in their hair is disgusting. It's tyranny, my friends. Next thing you know, they'll start burning books. And then they'll probably start burning people, too.
Brittany: That's a lie.

Artie: I mean, it's no secret that a woman loves a man in power, and don't take this personally, but before I graduate I would like to have a relationship that lasts longer than a couple weeks.
Brittany: Why would I take that personally?
Artie: You and I dated.
Brittany: We did?

Sad songs make me really sad and I don't want to be sad.

It's a fact that the book of Revelations predicted Twitter. It's one of the seven signs of the apocalypse, along with porn, unexplainable weather anomalies, martian rovers, Barney Frank, the Middle East, and MSNBC.

You're half-Jewish, right? Does that mean you'll float up to Heaven at half speed?

Brittany: Ah, young love.
Blaine: Do you remember when you started dating Santana and I started dating Kurt back before everyone was so busy and far away and things were so much simpler? We had so much more hope and innocence. Every day was just like Valentine's Day.
Brittany: We're still young. Shouldn't we still be experiencing those things?

Finn: Wow. What am I going to do with my life? I don't have my girl. I don't have a job. I don't have a place in this world.
Rachel: You have you, and that's better than anyone else on the planet as far as I'm concerned.

Finn: Who am I? I barely even graduated high school and my life has absolutely no direction.
Rachel: Don't you get it? No matter how rich, or famous, or successful I become, when it comes to you, I'm always going to be that moon-eyed girl who freaked you out at a first glee rehearsal. You are the first boy who made me feel loved, and sexy, and visible. You are my first love. And I want more than anything for you to be my last. But I can't do this anymore. At least not now. We're done.

Finn: I was trying to give you your freedom.
Rachel: I don't need you to give me my freedom. I am a grown woman. I don't need you to hide from me to keep me from doing what is right for me.

Finn: I just needed time to think.
Rachel: You had four months. I hated you for what you did to me at that train station.
Finn: I was trying to help you.
Rachel: I hated you. And then when I got to New York, I thought how much you love me. And how hard that must have been for you. And I thought this...this is what a man looks like. This is how a man loves. But you, not telling me where you were for four months, and sneaking out before sunrise in the middle of the night without saying goodbye, that is not being a man, Finn.

Finn: This place is just too big, too fast. People are way too talented.
Rachel: I felt that way when I first moved here.
Finn: Even in Ohio I knew you were meant for this. I'm just not.

Rachel: You told me that you wanted me to be free.
Finn: I can't believe I even said that. I'm so stupid.

Blaine: I needed you. I needed you around and you weren't there. And I was lonely. And I'm...I'm really sorry.
Kurt: You don't think that I've been lonely? You don't think that I've had temptations? But I didn't act on it because I knew what it meant. It meant something horrible and awful.

Brittany: Being left behind sucks.
Santana: It's just a stupid prank.
Brittany: You don't get it. You left me behind and it hurt.

Santana: Let's just do the mature thing here. This is not an official break up. But let's just be honest that long distance relationships are almost impossible to maintain because both people are rarely getting what they need, especially at our age.
Brittany: This sounds a lot like a break up to me.

Marley: You act like you don't care what anyone thinks but you obviously are just as desperate to fit in as everyone else if you'll date her.
Jake: You don't know how it feels to really be on the outside. The black kids think I'm too white and the white kids think I'm too black. And Kitty's funny and hot and yeah a little crazy, but you know what? She likes me and when I'm next to her, no one makes fun of me, for once.

Kitty: You do not want to break up with me, okay? I am like a bad Carrie Underwood song when I get going.
Jake: Yeah, well, I'll take my chances.

Rachel: This is where you proposed to me. When you did, you reminded me it's where we had our first date. It's also where we first met. Do you remember that?
Finn: Yeah, glee rehearsal. You, uh, you really freaked me out.
Rachel: This place is kind of like our Jerusalem. All roads seem to just lead us back here.