Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought you said you'd never join the glee club again.
You know what song she'd like?
to the male genitalia.
And, oh, if you really want to get in my good graces,
Plus, we're probably being recorded.
No, it's-it's the to-go breadsticks.
What are you talking about, man?
from Carmel High, Vocal Adrenaline.
I got your back here, dude.
Yes, I've taken acting classes before.
none of that will happen again. Whatever you want me to do,
♪ I will be your father ♪ ♪ I'll be your daddy ♪
♪ You spin me right round ♪
can I just say something?
To our second date.
Look, Rachel, I get that you're mad at me,
and if she wasn't, then I'd have it,
♪ I can't be too late ♪
Finn, was one of my best friends,
We still have six more weeks for scheming,
causing him to miss the performance.
Enjoy the beginning and the not knowing and the...
It's just actually hot,
I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about.
- Fettuccini Alfredo. - Yes! Yes.
Well, between you and me, it's a lot harder
It just died.
and the alarm.
And that guy right there,
Hands down, the worst song ever written.
That hairy sack of crap, one time, cut me off at a light
- Ryder. - See? I was awful to them.
I want this part to be over with.
in an encrypted, password-protected folder
to teaching and that there were a bunch of kids in there
Oh, Becky.
♪ Touch me now ♪
All those years of carrying up all those stairs. Such a drag.
Oh! Okay.
Vocal Adrenaline was amazing.
paired perfectly with a bottle of playful, full-bodied Cabernet
Back in the '90s, a lady gave birth
and root beer and have, like, a party.
Okay, look, I promise
♪ Right round, round, round ♪
Kurt and Blaine back together, except Blaine's dating Karofsky
I mean, I never would've thought coming back here
Ladies and lady boys, I give you
Congratulations.
you're starting to freak me out a little bit.
Yes. Listen to Blaine.
and he was
why Corey Feldman is writing songs.
Well, then thank me.
Well, now that Beiste is gone and you're coach,
Oh, you prefer Triscuits over Wheat Thins.
more meant for each other? Oh.
No, they're endgame like us, and to prove my love,
And it's filling this room
The gropey geriatric that Porcelain reads the newspaper to
Well, I hope you're happy, Sue.
♪ I'm all out of love ♪
Just, no. We're not gonna do that.