Shalom, blogosphere.
Jacob Ben Israel here at McKinley High.
"Sudden Death" big stakes senior year-
who will succeed and who will fail?
Finn Hudson, mediocre quarterback,
mediocre Glee Club lead.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Me? Uh...
Yeah, I have plans.
Um...
My mom still hasn't decided
if I'm going to Harvard or Stanford yet.
And where are you applying?
I'm not. I'm only a junior.
Senior, junior, junior.
Hello.
Huh. I thought you were a senior.
Optical illusion.
The chair adds a year.
Uh...
♪ Me, me, me, me, me, me, you ♪
♪ Me, me, me, me, me, me... ♪
I'm glad you asked.
This year we'll both be applying
to a New York-based performing arts school-
Juilliard.
We'll get an eclectic little apartment
on the Lower East Side...
Think Bette and Barbara Hershey in Beaches,
pre-cardiomyopathy.
I'll originate a role in a new Sondheim musical;
Tony by 25. Married by 3
♪ Leg-a-lly! ♪ Broadway, Lincoln Center,
West End, a tasteful HBO miniseries.
It's all right here in my planner, you see?
Twitter says you're officially dating Sam Evans,
AKA Trouty Mouth, AKA Hobo McBieber.
Honey, that is so June.
Yeah, Sam and I dated, but his dad got a job out of state.
But I'm gonna give you an exclusive: Ooh.
There's a new man in Mercedes' life now,
and he's my future plans.
I'm not your only your future plans, baby.
You're gonna be a star,
and when you graduate and win that first Grammy,
we're gonna make beautiful cocoa babies.
Ooh, baby, how you talk.
Senior year is all about being the Cheerios! top 'ho
and modeling my fierceness
after my numero uno Latina: Paula Abdul.
Paula Abdul is an Arab.
Hey, has anyone seen Quinn Fabray?
Hi. Hi.
Ooh, Brittany, what are your plans for the future?
Wait.
Are you working on a time machine, too?
I'm really excited about this year.
Okay... cool.
The truth is, I have no idea what I'm doing.
I look around, and everyone knows where they're headed
or at least what they want.
I'm lost.
It's like I can't even remember who I am anymore.
Hey!
Taste the rainbow, glee-yatch!
Now I remember.
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Rise and shine, sleepyhead.
Guess who woke up right before I did?
I haven't brushed yet.
Mr. Shue, why are all of our trophies
in the middle of the room?
I was sure that our Nationals trophy would grow during the summer.
I want this image burned into your mind.
This is what the difference
between first
and 12th place looks like.
It's also what it feels like.
Are you planning on bumming us out all year long? No.
I'm planning on pushing you harder
than you've ever been pushed.
We made it to Nationals last year.
This year, I'm not going to let anything or anyone
stop us from winning it all; I let you down last year.
I lost focus, let some Broadway pipe dream get in the way.
And we're really sorry that the guy who replaced you
in April Rhodes' musical won the Tony.
I mean, I can only imagine your regret.
Yeah, you know what I regret?
Being the laughingstock of the show choir world.
And that's saying something.
Mercedes has a point.
Finn and Rachel's "The Kiss That Missed"
already has 20,000 views on YouTube,
and the comments section
is just full of pithy banter like
"Why is that T Rex eating the Jew?"
How many times do we have to apologize? Yeah. No more apologies.
The school hates us even more now.
Which is why we have to work
even harder this year to recruit new members.
We're three men down.
Yeah, only because Puckerman
couldn't convince Zizes to stay.
What we had was hot, but after the debacle of Nationals,
the Glee Club is not,
and my cool factor can't withstand it,
all right? My rep is in free fall.
Oh, don't be sad.
We'll always have Subway.
She's the one that got away-
really, really slowly.
Where's Quinn? MIA.
No one's heard from her.
It's sad; I miss her.
No one is going to join, Mr. Shue.
They will.
All they need is a little inspiration-
and I happen to have some,
courtesy of Al Motta of Motta's Pianos.
Bring 'em in, guys!
You guys are going to love this.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Okay, if there are purple pianos
involved in this, I am on board.
These pianos were repossessed from foreclosed homes.
They're cast-offs, just like all of us.
Used, in need of repairs.
But they're still capable of making beautiful music.
Right. So Mr. Motta, as a lover of the arts,
agreed to donate them to Glee.
I fixed them up,
painted them purple,
and The Purple Piano Project was born.
Now, I'm going to be placing these grapey uprights randomly
throughout the school, and whenever you see one,
no matter what you're doing,
I want you to sing a song.
Now, use this assignment to attract kids
who are just like you-
kids who can't keep the music inside.
Those are the kinds of additions
that we need to win it all this year.
Now, for many of you,
this is your last year.
Let's make it special.
We have an important announcement to make.
I thought this day might come.
Really, this is the only dating combination
that the Glee Club hasn't tried.
We're not dating.
Kurt and I will be auditioning for Juilliard,
the nation's premiere performing arts school.
That's a very good plan, guys.
It's fabulous.
Except Juilliard doesn't have
a musical theatre department.
Wait, what?
Have you guys thought about somewhere closer to home?
Kent State has a wonderful musical theatre program
and a macabre backstory, so if you're having a bad day
or if you don't get the lead in a musical, you can say
to yourselves, "You know what? Things really could be worse. "
No... No, thank you.
No one ever became a star by playing it safe.
We're going to New York.
We are. I think I have the school for you.
NYADA?
New York Academy for the Dramatic Arts.
US News and World Report
ranked them the number one college in the nation
for musical theatre.
It's really competitive,
They only take about 20 students a year,
but they do a regular mixer for prospective students,
and this year, the Midwest's top talent
is rubbing elbows at the Dayton Doubletree on Thursday night.
You could go and check out the competish!
Yay! Yay, college!
The poll numbers are in, Coach.
Close the door.
Becky, the special election
to fill Ken "Heart Attack" Weigand's congressional seat
is in two months, and I am in ninth place at six percent,
well behind "Undecided,"
that rapist running from prison,
and "I don't care, please don't call me during dinner. "
I thought the people wanted a candidate who was for something.
That's why I took that pro-deportation stance.
But the people are angry.
They want a candidate
who's against something.
What about toast?
Bread's already been baked.
I don't get why you need to cook it again.
Tsk. Oh, Becky, your twisted genius excites me.
That said, I'm on the precipice of doom.
I need to find something everyone hates.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I just realized that song might be the national anthem
from whatever country you're from.
That's really offensive.
You know, I was really humbled when your Glee Club
made my sister's funeral so very touching!
In fact, I was so moved that I have spent the entire year
being nothing but kind to you people.
Today's only the second day of school.
You have no right to disturb the learning environment
of this school by playing your jangly national anthem
on Liberace's piano.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I have no idea who you are.
I'm Nancy Bletheim.
I teach geometry.
I've been teaching here for 42 years.
So awkward.
Those artsy kids, they think
they can get away with anything.
People who call themselves "artists"
think the rules don't apply to them.
It's so arrogant.
Bless you, Sue Sylvester.
You got my vote.
You're quiet.
No. I'm being passive-aggressive.
You promised that by the first day of school,
you'd make a decision.
And yet, there you sit, cute as ever,
but still in your Warblers blazer.
I can't just bail on the Warblers.
Those guys are my friends.
Okay, all right, fine.
One final sales pitch,
and then we can talk about making over Nancy Grace.
Okay.
If you stay at Dalton,
you and I are competitors.
That's true.
And I'm just not sure
that our budding love can survive that.
Let me get this straight.
I have to transfer
because you're just afraid that
I'm going to beat you at Sectionals?
No, I'm afraid that I'm going to beat you. Ooh, ooh, yeah.
And I know what that does to you when I win.
Look, I mean, honestly, I-I just...
I just want to see you more.
Yeah, I want my senior year to be magic,
and the only way that's gonna happen
is if I get to spend every minute of every day with you.
Senior year, and I've finally found myself.
I'm not sure what the tipping point was-
dyeing my hair,
the nose ring,
my ironic tattoo of Ryan Seacrest-
but one thing I know, I'm never going back.
Quinn, look, this is our senior year, and, frankly,
being on the Cheerios! isn't the same without you.
You guys are such suckers for going back to Coach Sylvester.
Come on, screw her. This is for us.
We could win two national championships this year.
We joined the Cheerios! together,
we joined Glee Club together,
we all slept with Puckerman the same year.
Mm-hmm. We're like besties for life.
Yeah. Come on, Quinn.
You know, we used to be like the Three Musketeers,
and now Santana and I are like Almond Joy,
and you're like a Jolly Rancher that fell in the ashtray.
You guys never understood the pressure I was under.
It sucked.
I'm not interested in the boys
or the makeup or the polyester outfits.
Look, I've got a bar of soap and a bottle of peroxide
with your name on it in my locker.
Come on, Quinn, you can't break up the unholy trinity.
People grow apart.
Deal with it.
I've got new friends now, and they accept me for who I am.
We call ourselves "The Skanks. "
I'm Sheila.
I'm Ronnie.
They call me "The Mack"
because I like to make out with truckers at the rest stop.
It's kind of a double meaning thing.
I once ate cat poo.
Hey, Quinn.
Hello... Skanks.
Your friend stinks of soap, Quinn.
We were friends once.
Okay? And maybe when you cut off
all your hair last year and thought it
would solve all your problems, I should have spoken up.
Maybe when you dropped out
of society this summer and started dating
that 40-year-old skateboarder, I should have said...
I'm not coming back to Glee Club.
We need you. O-O-Okay?
Have you seen those-those purple pianos around school?
We're planning this... this big, you know, recruiting number,
and it's going to be a tribute to the Go-Go's.
I mean, who doesn't love the Go-Go's?
I prefer the Bangles.
Okay.
We need your...
your tremulous alto and your Belinda Carlisle glamour.
I'll give you ten bucks if you let me
beat her up for you, Quinn.
I'm sorry you're so sad, Quinn.
And... maybe you're not going to believe me
because we were never really close,
but I'm sad not seeing you in the choir room.
And we've all been through so much together.
We're a family, and this is our year to get it right.
We would love to have you back in the Glee Club
whenever you're ready.
Okay?
...making it the zoo's bloodiest weekend
in over six years.
That's what I call "panda-monium. "
Now let's hitch a ride over to Sue's Corner
with congressional candidate Sue Sylvester.
Take it away, Sue.
Western Ohio, ever since the start of my campaign
to replace Ken "My Heart Stopped Beating and I Died" Weigand,
I've been trying to be positive.
Well, you know what, Fourth Congressional District?
Unless it's a day she's being screened for hepatitis,
this gal's not positive.
And you know what's getting me down, Western Ohio?
The arts in public schools.
Why? Because America is failing.
China is on our ass, people.
This isn't the 1960s anymore, when jobs were plentiful.
And it's not personal, Will Schuester.
The arts are expensive, and we can't afford it anymore.
That's why, tonight,
I'm making a pledge, Fourth Congressional District.
If you honor me by electing me your representative,
I will suspend all public school arts programs,
and reject all You've got to be kidding me.
federal and state funding for the arts
until every single student reads at or above grade level.
Until then, parents,
if you'd like your teenager
to join the Glee Club or play a doorman
in a boring four-hour play about what it's like
to be a middle-aged gay New Yorker,
feel free to pay for it yourself.
But until Ohio's kids
can compete again, it won't be on the taxpayer dime.
And that's how Sue... sees it.
She can't do this!
William, it's important you don't take this so personally.
First of all, Sue, you ruined a piece
of private property. Allegedly.
Also, you got your facts all wrong.
The arts help kids do better in school.
Kids in the arts record the lowest instance
of substance abuse.
Tell that to Janis Joplin.
So you see, Sue, I do take this personally.
You're not just threatening an arts program.
You're threatening my livelihood.
I need job security.
I'm in a relationship now.
I- I'm... I'm thinking about starting a family.
Oh, how is it going with Emma?
I'm sure everything in the bedroom
is just completely normal.
Yes!
No. It's so frustrating.
I get the green light, and then the...
the red light comes just as quickly. William...
allow me to ladle you
a piping hot bowl of "this is how it is. "
I'm done squabbling with you, okay?
I'm on the national stage
in the white-hot stare of the public eye.
You know, ever since my "Sue's Corner" last night,
I've made tremendous gains in the polls,
and I'm neck and neck
with that rapist running from prison.
So I got bigger fish to fry
than you and your little Glee Club.
So truce for now, macaroni hair.
Oh, and William,
just know, if you do anything to derail
my bullet train to power, I'll destroy you.
Ladies, I put plastic on your chairs
in anticipation of this announcement,
so feel free to wet yourselves with excitement.
You are my Cheerio co-captains.
What?! Wait. Co-captains?
With... No. No way. Uh-uh.
I can't work with her!
Nah, nah, nah, see, let me tell you how this
gon' be, if I may.
When I look at a person,
I don't see someone who looks a certain way
or has this or that amount of chromosomes.
I just see someone
who I may or may not have to destroy.
So if you ever tell me
what to do, I will end you.
Bring it, sandbags!
Ladies, I am aroused.
However, we have a more pressing issue at hand.
There are purple pianos polluting this school,
and I will seem weak
if it appears I cannot control my own workspace.
I want you to track down those pianos, take care of them.
Make it look like an accident.
Santana, you like playing both sides.
Isn't that right?
What team you playing for this year?
Losers or the winners?
Team Sue.
Glad to hear it.
Why are you guys ignoring Mr. Schuester's assignment?
Wait, is there
a purple piano in here?
Wow. How did any of us miss that?
Okay. We have to do the number.
Okay?
We have to survive lunch.
It's not fair that Mr. Shue put the piano in here.
It's too much pressure.
I agree. That is like wearing a red dress to a bullfight.
The point of the assignment was to find people
who couldn't help but join, okay?
The more people that we sing in front of,
the more chances we have of getting one.
Okay? It's simple mathematics.
Which I stopped attending years ago.
No, no, hold on. Rachel's right.
How's anyone supposed to believe
we can go to Nationals if we
don't even believe in ourselves?
Thank you.
♪ See the people walking down the street ♪
♪ Fall in line just watching all their feet ♪
♪ They don't know where they wanna go ♪
♪ They're walking in time ♪
♪ And they got the beat, they got the beat ♪
♪ They got the beat ♪
♪ Yeah, they got the beat ♪
♪ All the kids just getting out of school ♪
♪ They can't wait to hang out and be cool ♪
♪ Hang around till quarter after 12:00 ♪
♪ That's when we fall in line ♪
♪ They got the beat, they got the beat ♪
♪ Kids got the beat ♪
♪ Yeah, kids got the beat ♪
♪ Go-go music really makes us dance ♪
♪ Do the pony, puts us in a trance ♪
♪ Do Watusi, just give us a chance ♪
♪ That's when we fall in line ♪
♪ 'Cause we got the beat, we got the beat ♪
♪ We got the beat ♪
♪ Yeah, we got it ♪
♪ We got the beat ♪
♪ Everybody, get on your feet ♪
♪ We got the beat ♪
♪ We know you can dance to the beat ♪
♪ We got the beat ♪ ♪ Jump and ♪
♪ Get down ♪ ♪ We got the beat ♪
♪ Round and round and round ♪ ♪ Whoo! ♪
♪ We got the beat ♪ ♪ We got the beat ♪
♪ Whoo! ♪ ♪ We got the beat ♪
♪ We got the beat ♪
♪ We got the beat. ♪
God, no.
Food fight!
Ugh.
I thought slushies were bad,
but spaghetti sauce in the eye is so much worse.
I have pepperoni in my bra.
Those are your nipples.
Mr. Shue, if you are trying to break us down
to rebuild us, it's working.
Not one single person was inspired
by our hot lunch jam to try out, Mr. Shue.
It's true.
You guys sucked ass.
I'm sorry. And you are?
I'm Sugar Motta.
And I have self-diagnosed Asperger's,
so I can pretty much say whatever I want.
I'm like a diplomat's daughter.
How can we help you, Sugar?
Here's the deal.
I'm awesome, and I want to be a big, big star.
And when I saw you guys singing and dancing
in the cafeteria, I thought,
"I am so much better than you. "
Sorry. Asperger's.
Well, great.
You see, guys?
You have inspired an audition.
Good job.
Sugar, why don't you show us what you can do?
You know, take your time. Whenever you're ready.
Sugar Motta.
Why does that name sound familiar?
Oh, her daddy's the rich dude
that donated the purple pianos.
Get ready to taste some sweet ear candy.
Hit it, hottie.
♪ The minute you walked in the joint ♪
♪ I could see you were a man of distinction ♪
♪ A real big spender ♪
♪ Good-looking, so refined ♪
♪ Wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? ♪
Her ears should get to park in my handicapped spot.
♪ Hey, big spender ♪
♪ Spend... oh ♪
♪ A little time ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
Holy sh... Sugar.
Text me re: our rehearsal "skedge. "
Of course.
Mr. Shue, stop speaking.
Okay.
Uh, Sugar...
we'll be in touch.
Thank you. Bye.
Okay, I think I speak for everyone when I say-
never gonna happen.
Guys, I know she was a little rough,
but we have always had the policy
that anyone who tries out gets in.
You're not doing her any good
sheltering Sugar from the truth, okay?
High school is where you learn survival of the fittest.
She's going to drag the New Directions! down,
and that's not fair for those of us
who don't want to spend our lives
rotting in this insignificant town.
You said the other day
that you would do anything to get us to Nationals.
Okay, and she is going to keep us
from winning that elusive crown.
If anything, she's going to kill all of our chances.
I just can't look a kid in the eye and say,
"You're not good enough to be in Glee Club. "
Was she that bad?
Sugar Motta was just... awful.
I mean, I have never seen someone
with so little musical talent.
But that shouldn't have anything to do with being
a part of a club.
So make her water boy or mascot or something.
That's what I do with my hardest luck cases.
You know how many guys I cut last week? 60.
And all of them with big dreams.
And I crushed 'em
like pigs in a blanket.
How? I mean, doesn't that just eat you up?
Of course.
But it's my job to put the guys I take
in the best position to win.
It's the same as you.
The arts are different than football.
You win Nationals this year,
you're buying that Glee Club ten more years.
Curve ball-
so you just passed "undecided"
and "anyone white" in the polls.
It looks like our anti-arts platform is actually working.
Maybe I should rough her up a little bit.
Go all Deliverance on her or something, huh?
No.
This is my fight.
It's my program she wants to cut,
and my kids.
What are you going to do?
Something I should have done a long time ago.
Sue wants to declare war on the arts?
Well, General Schuester is about to launch a counteroffensive.
So this is what being turned on feels like.
It all seems so hopelessly provincial now.
I mean, once you've performed on the stage
of the Gershwin Theatre and felt the lights of Broadway
on your face for the first time...
Nothing else compares.
What's the purple piano doing here?
Well, I commandeered it
to help us get ready for our NYADA mixer.
Whatever rejects show up at that place,
are gonna be expecting
Pepperidge Farm cookies and punch,
not Velma and Roxie.
We need to intimidate those wannabes
into never wanting to audition against us. Genius!
Wicked again? No.
Before there was Wicked, there was...
Don't even finish that sentence.
Hit it!
♪ Once there was a wicked witch in the lovely land of Oz ♪
♪ And a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder witch ♪
♪ There never, ever was ♪
♪ She filled the folks in Munchkinland ♪
♪ With terror and with dread ♪
♪ Till one fine day from Kansas ♪
♪ A house fell on her head ♪
♪ And the coroner pronounced her... ♪
♪ Dead ♪
♪ And through the town ♪
♪ The joyous news went runnin' ♪
♪ The joyous news ♪
♪ That the wicked old witch was finally done in ♪
♪ Ding-dong, the Witch is dead ♪
♪ Which old Witch? ♪
♪ Well, uh, the Wicked Witch! ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Ding-dong, the Wicked Witch is dead ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, happy day ♪
♪ Wake up, you sleepy head ♪
♪ Rub your eyes ♪
♪ And get out of that bed ♪
♪ Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead ♪
♪ She's gone where the goblins go ♪
♪ Below, below, below ♪
♪ Yo-ho, let's open up and sing ♪
♪ And ring those bells out ♪
♪ Sing the news out ♪
♪ Ding-dong, the merry-oh ♪
♪ Sing it high, sing it low ♪
♪ Let them know the Wicked ol' Witch is dead! ♪
♪ Why, everyone's glad she took such a crownin' ♪
♪ Gettin' hit by a house is even worse than drownin' ♪
♪ Let 'em know the wicked ol' Witch is dead! ♪
Those kids are never even gonna know what hit them.
Ladies, the key to successful
Cheerios! tryouts is in brutal honesty.
Actually, maybe just brutality,
as I have no intention of bringing anyone new in.
I just basically want to see people cry.
Hit it!
Terrible!
What is wrong with you?
Next.
Well, well, well, Wavy Gravy, Dr. Zaius.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
Candidate Sylvester,
To what do I owe this pleasure?
Every tiny grain of this glitter represents a kid
whose dream won't come true if you get elected
and end school arts programs.
John F. Kennedy once said,
"The arts are the roots of our culture. "
The arts enrich our lives and help kids achieve
in all walks of life.
Sue Sylvester...
...you just got glitter-bombed.
You get that? Mm-hmm.
Okay, come on. Come on.
Becky, I need the two of you to escort me
to my hyperbaric chamber, as I have glitter in my eyes.
Hey, you.
Well, aren't you a sight for these sore eyes.
Bad day?
Bad week, more like it.
Hey, what are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be at Warbler practice?
You know, putting fine tuning touches
on our new Katy Perry showstopper?
Okay, for someone who loves clothes so much,
I can't believe you haven't noticed that
I'm not in my Warbler outfit.
Wait, wait...
Wait-wait- you didn't do this for me, did you?
Because if you did this for me,
I mean, it would be very romantic for one,
but it could lead to resentment, which could lead to anger,
which could lead to a horrible, horrible, nasty breakup
like, you know, on The Bachelorette,
when we watched that...
Hey, I came here for me.
Because I can't stand to be apart from the person I love.
Well, I guess we'll just have to find a way
to ease you into the New Directions! now, huh?
I've already have that figured out.
♪ It's not unusual to be loved by anyone ♪
♪ It's not unusual to have fun with anyone ♪
♪ But when I see you hanging about with anyone ♪
♪ It's not unusual to see me cry ♪
♪ I wanna die ♪
♪ It's not unusual to go out at any time ♪
♪ But when I see you out and about it's such a crime ♪
♪ If you should ever want to be loved by anyone ♪
♪ It's not unusual ♪
♪ It happens every day ♪
♪ No matter what you say ♪
♪ You find it happens all the time ♪
♪ Love will never do ♪
♪ What you want it to ♪
♪ Why can't this crazy love be mine? ♪
♪ It's not unusual to be mad with anyone ♪
♪ It's not unusual to be sad with anyone ♪
♪ But if I ever find that you've changed at any time ♪
♪ It's not unusual to find out I'm in love with you ♪
♪ Whoa-whoa-whoa, oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Whoa-whoa, whoa-oh ♪
♪ Whoa-whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Whoa-whoa. ♪
Okay, so you're gonna set up the props,
I'll plug in the boombox,
and we'll launch immediately into the number.
Our somewhat-talented
but sadly delusional competition will just rip up
their applications in fits of jealous rage.
And then they'll all just melt away
like the Wicked Witch of the West herself!
You know what?
I kinda feel sorry for them. Me, too.
Hi, I'm Harmony.
What's your name, where are you from,
and what are your credits?
Well, I'm, I'm Rachel. I'm Pendelton! I'm Canada!
I'm Gavroche, named after
ze feisty French street urchin from Les Mis!
I know you totally recognize me.
It's 'cause I'm the Gerber baby.
I've been acting since I was a fetus... literally.
An ultrasound of me was featured on Murder She Wrote.
I'm starring as Rizzo in an all-male production
of Grease. Welcome, welcome, welcome!
As my future husband Robert Pattinson always says,
"It's refreshing to get new blood. "
Oh! New blood?
We've been meeting here each month
since we were freshmen, literally.
Well, actually Kurt and I just found out about this on Monday.
But speaking of "refreshing," we've put together a number
that we think you guys... Places!
You're just in time to see a little number
we've been futzing around with.
Thank God there was a bar mitzvah here on Saturday.
And I convinced them not to strike the stage.
So sit back, relax, and most importantly, enjoy.
Thank you.
Oh, my God...
Just, just breathe and smile, okay?
Just 'cause they look like us and act like us
doesn't mean they're better than us.
♪ Times have changed! ♪
♪ And we've often rewound the clock ♪
♪ Since the Puritans got a shock ♪
♪ When they landed on Plymouth Rock! ♪
♪ If today ♪
♪ Any shock they should try to stem ♪
♪ 'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock ♪
♪ Plymouth Rock would land on them! ♪
♪ In olden days ♪
♪ A glimpse of stocking ♪
♪ Was looked on as something shocking ♪
♪ But now God knows ♪
♪ Anything goes! ♪
♪ Good authors, too, who once knew better words ♪
♪ Now only use four-letter words writing prose ♪
♪ Anything goes ♪
♪ Anything you can be, I can be greater ♪
♪ Sooner or later, I'm greater than you ♪
♪ No, you're not! ♪ ♪ Yes, I am ♪
♪ No, you're not! ♪ ♪ Yes, I am, yes, I am! ♪
♪ The world has gone mad today and good's bad today ♪
♪ Black's white today and day's night today ♪
♪ When most guys today that women prize today ♪
♪ Are just silly gigolos! ♪
♪ Any note you can hold, I can hold longer ♪
♪ I can hold any note longer than you ♪
♪ No, you can't, no, you can't ♪ ♪ Yes, I can, yes, I can ♪
♪ No, you can't ♪ ♪ Yes, I can ♪
♪ No, you can't, no, no... ♪ ♪ Yes, I... ♪
♪ Anything goes ♪
♪ Yes... I... ♪ ♪ No... you... ♪
♪ Can... ♪ ♪ Can't... ♪
♪ Anything goes. ♪
I've never, I've never been so humiliated in my life.
Me, either.
And that's a really high bar.
I mean, they were so...
Fabulous.
Rachel, we might be hot stuff at McKinley,
but outside those walls, we aren't even stuff.
I mean, we've been deluded and arrogant.
What if we're not good enough to make it?
No.
There's only one thing to do.
We just have to move to another town
and just erase our identities
and just resign to a sad life of community theater.
Don't say that.
Nun-Sense, Love Letters, The Vagina Monologues.
Face it, I mean, this is our future.
Not everyone's dreams come true.
You know what?
I'm ending this pity party right now.
Okay.
Take a look at yourself.
What do you see?
Come on.
Sad, puffy, red eyes
filled with dashed hopes and dreams.
Rachel Berry.
One of a kind.
There's no one like you.
Well, that's actually kind of funny,
because it seems like there is.
Okay, fine, so you've never been in a high school production.
Or any production, because, you know, Cabaret was canceled
and so was Rocky Horror.
Mm-mm. They had credits, Kurt.
In utero credits.
Okay, so they have more experience.
They have more talent.
But you are fierce, Rachel.
Your ambition does push-ups while you sleep.
Nobody wants it more than you.
Nobody.
And you're not giving up on this.
'Cause I'm not gonna let you.
You are getting into that school.
You make me want to be your boyfriend.
You're getting in, too.
I know it.
I doubt it.
I'm woefully thin on extracurriculars.
It's not too late.
I mean, you could, you know, still sign up for some clubs.
There's the student council.
I'm not the only fierce one.
Swear it.
We're gonna do this.
You realize we just did the gay high-five.
Yeah, we did.
Rise and shine, sleepyhead.
Come on.
I don't want to go to school today.
I know.
It's the right thing to do for the club, the greater good.
I just can't kill a kid's dream.
I can't do it.
Will, you glitter-bombed Sue.
This week, you stopped being a man of words,
and you became a man of action.
And it was super-hot.
Obviously your ears are busted because
I worked that song like a hooker pole.
It's no biggie.
I'll come in and I'll do it again.
Sugar, I'm sorry... you can't sing.
The answer is no.
But I love your enthusiasm,
and I'd be so happy to work with you so that...
You know what? Who cares what you think?
Hmm? Nobody.
You're a washed-up Broadway wannabe
who's stuck in Lima
and has led the Glee Club to how many National wins?
Oh, I'm sorry, zero.
Not Asperger's!
Nicely played, William.
You know, I have to say, I'm really enjoying
this new stink of man marbles wafting off of you this year.
I did not enjoy doing that, Sue.
Oh, I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about your little pixie dust hate crime.
You know, it took Becky three hours to pick the glitter
from my scalp like a little chimp.
Good.
I hope it taught you a lesson.
It did, Will.
It taught me that everyone loves a martyr.
The day after your little video went up on YouTube,
I went up seven points in the polls.
Turns out, your hate is a lot like high-octane Sue-fluid.
Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for
Glee Club's newest member,
Blaine Anderson.
Thanks so much, everyone.
I'm so thrilled to be here.
It's gonna be a great year, I can feel it.
We're all gonna go to Nationals.
Yeah.
Is there a problem, guys?
I just want Blaine to know that we're not the Warblers.
You know, we're not into the bells and whistles
or the ball hogging, you know?
I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?
Well, yeah, you set a bonfire in our courtyard.
Actually, Doorknob, that was an act of political protest.
Which leads me to the next order of business.
Santana, you need to leave.
It was you and the Cheerios! who set fire to our piano.
How could you do that?
Mr. Shue, Sue made me.
Brittany didn't do it.
Well, yeah, I was gonna help,
but I don't know, I'm a water sign, so...
You're banned from Glee.
Don't come back unless you can be as loyal to this club
as the rest of the people in this room.
You know what?
I could use a break.
You know, good for you, Mr. Shue.
It's about time we got some allegiance up in here.
I said it before and I will say it again-
we want to win Nationals this year, we need to be united.
Rachel, you had an announcement?
Yeah.
Um, after pushing the envelope last year, I strongly believe
that we should secure the rights to
a, shall we say,
less controversial show for our school musical.
Wait for it.
West Side Story.
Is that the one with the cats?
And it just so happens to have
a lead role that showcases
my talent and essence perfectly: Maria.
For which there will be
open auditions, right?
Because Mercedes is feeling extremely pretty this year.
Kurt, you had something, too, right?
Kurt Hummel is wading into
McKinley High's shark- infested political waters
and ruing for senior class president.
All right, I thank you in advance for your votes.
Okay.
So much excitement. Now let's rehearse.
Look at what they did to us, Mr. Shue.
Just like these purple pianos, they ripped out our guts,
threw crap all over us and burned us up.
Yeah. We got hit pretty hard.
But...
...these pianos are still making music.
And so are we.
Mr. Shue, as always, you and I are on the exact same page.
♪ You can't stop an avalanche ♪
♪ As it races down the hill ♪
♪ You can try to stop the seasons ♪
♪ But you know you never will ♪
♪ And you can try to stop my dancing feet ♪
♪ But I just cannot stand still ♪
♪ 'Cause the world keeps spinning round and round ♪
♪ And my heart's keeping time to the speed of sound ♪
♪ I was lost till I heard the drums ♪
♪ Then I found my way ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't stop the beat ♪
Five, six, seven, eight!
♪ Ever since this old world began ♪
♪ A woman found out if she shook it, she could shake up a man ♪
♪ And so I'm gonna shake and shimmy it ♪
♪ The best that I can today ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't stop ♪
♪ The motion of the ocean or the sun in the sky ♪
♪ You can wonder if you wanna, but I never ask why ♪
♪ If you try to hold me down ♪
♪ I'm gonna spit in your eye and say ♪
♪ That you can't stop the beat ♪
♪ You can't stop today ♪ ♪ No ♪
♪ As it comes speeding down the track ♪
♪ Ooh, child, yeah ♪
♪ Child, yesterday is history ♪ ♪ Be gone ♪
♪ And it's never coming back ♪
♪ 'Cause tomorrow is a brand-new day ♪
♪ And it don't know white from black ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ 'Cause the world keeps spinning round and round ♪
♪ And my heart's keeping time to the speed of sound ♪
♪ I was lost till I heard the drums, then I found my way ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't stop the beat ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ever since we first saw the sun ♪
♪ A man and woman like to shake it when the day is done ♪
♪ So I'm gonna shake and shimmy it ♪
♪ And have some fun today ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't stop ♪
♪ The motion of the ocean or the rain from above ♪
♪ You can try to stop the paradise we're dreaming of ♪
♪ But you cannot stop the rhythm of two hearts in love to stay ♪
♪ You can't stop the beat ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah! ♪
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