Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

about your lagging Cheerios!

Tropical the island breeze

And when I showed that to my Cooter,

Because they don't know any better.

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir asi

of wild, irrational rage.

(Gloria Estefan's "Don't Wanna Lose You" begins)

Show it, show it, show it

- Your Spanish lullaby - Hey

What's all this?

Vamos ir a los dos escuchar la musica

It is so inappropriate for you to ask him to father your child.

I want to give them something useful.

What's going on, Sue?

The sun would set so high

Okay, look, I know how it feels to want

I can do anything.

All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me

The one thing that Glee Clubs and theater programs don't have

to speak Spanish.

And, hey, wasn't that number fantastic

Not afraid to make the tough calls.

This is where I long to be

You're not here learning a language.

Girl, look at that body

And my pudding pretty much sucks.

What are you talking about? They all loved my performance.

"Stop using my toilet," to my maid.

- Hablar con ellos? - That's... right.

Fordham, NYU, Adelphi.

Well, one day I...

It means we will always be able to feed our kids,

David Martinez.

and I came from a very superstitious household

I just got my new pamphlets back from the printer.

The brain takes in information, like a new language,

To be filled with Spanish passion.

ever since I tinker-tailor-soldier-spied

was a little bit dismayed by the quality of men

Remember, roll those "R"s. (rolling "R"s)

I'm so proud of you.

But impending motherhood doth given me perspective.

to go to high school.

Well, Mr. Shue, the floor is all yours.

That's great, Em, but I really need

Cuando salgo a andar

Rachel, what the hell is that?

And like so many women who chose career over family,

and I think that you'd be lucky to marry her... one day.

Satisfy me, baby

of your pointless, vindictive back-stabbing.

Latin music. Think about it.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah

Wait. You're serious?

you'll have a much better idea of what

Coach, I'm sorry.

Cheerleading magazines are right here.

(laughs): "Congratulations... I Love You."

and we only spoke Spanish in the house, growing up.

I am feeling so Stephen King with these things lately.

A ltle more bite, a little less bark

(school bell ringing)

You know, could you maybe say that a little slower?

cooling in their meat locker.

Coach of the McKinley