Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Excuse me? - I believe you heard Ms. Jones.
# Oh, then, baby, baby, baby #
Kidney failure.
Absolutely not. She's just trying to get on our good side so she can spy on us.
But there are ramifications, guys...
All right, girl.
- And for the record- - And mixed nuts.
Wait. Shouldn't one of us be carrying you in?
Her parents are hippies who don't believe in vaccinations.
# Turning, yeah #
Nothing fancy. It was just a state fair.
They say if you have nothing nice to say...
# I think of all the friends I've known #
- Hell am I doing in here? - Good. Louder.
Don't worry. Puckerman is out right now scouring pounds for the perfect Pomeranian.
In olden times, hecklers provided a needed service to the medieval community.
Don't you have any feelings about leaving?
Do you know how hard it is to find high-top yellow patent leather sneakers?
Is 32 too young?
And Miss Holliday and Mercedes will go on before me.
- Thank you! - Whoo!
- Hey, you guys remember Sunshine Corazon? - You are a terrible spy.
# To turning tables #
# And that's the way it was planned #
and question the whole purpose of arts education.
We all hate Will Schuester.
Um, I think it's as terrible as the word "brainiacs," but...
You always get the big solos...
Right. But you know what? Neither does Aretha or J. Lo or Mariah.
whose only job is to make the air that Mercedes breathes more humid.
to the decidedly less glamorous middle spot, right?
What do you think about my taffy sale plan to send the Brainiacs to Detroit?
Really? I'm surprised you didn't just give them to me...
I can relate. So leave it to me. I'll take care of it.
- You suck! - Where's Rachel Berry?
Time for the closing number. Go bring the house down.
# La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da #
This is a disaster.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, Miss Holly Holliday.
I'm tired of my dancing being overshadowed by all of you guys' singing.
The tiebreaker question.
Wait for me?
Oh. So you're the big competition at nationals.
if you turn some of those barbs into roses.
# For me to love you #
We're a lock to beat McKinley at nationals as it is.
Boo!
Carl's gone.