just a small town girl livin' in a lonely world
Q: Getting ready for the tranny prom, Rachel?
S: Don't forget to shave.
And I said to myself, sit down, sit down / You're rockin' the boat! / Said to myself sit down, sit down, you're rockin' the boat / And the devil will drag you under / By the sharp lapel of your checkered coat / Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down / Sit down you're rockin' the boat
Sit down you're rocking the / Sit down, sit down, sit down you're rocking the boat / Sit down you're rocking the / Sit down, sit down, sit down you're rocking the boat / Sit down you're rockin' the boat
R: We suck.
W: Uh-it... It will get there. We just need to keep rehearsing.
R: Mr. Schuester, do you have any idea how ridiculous it is to give the lead solo in Sit Down, You're Rocking The Boat to a boy in a wheelchair?
A: I think Mr. Schue is using irony to enhance the performance.
R: There is nothing ironic about show choir!
W: Rachel. Rachel!
W: Rachel's right. We do suck. We might be the worst Glee Club in the state. How did Glee fall so far, so fast? You know, I guess it all started a few years back with Mrs. Adler's replacement, Sandy Ryerson.
W: With Sandy holding the reigns things went downhill fast. McKinley became the bottom feeders of the Glee world. We were a stool choir. Slowly but surely anybody who could do a jumping jack defected to McKinley High's national ranked cheerleading squad, the Cheerios.
One singular sensation / Every little step she takes
S: Eyebrows! Teeth!
W: Glee languished but still the school didn't care. As long as Sandy came in under budget. You know, Sandy would still probably be running the club instead of me if he had been able to control himself.
S: This is a song about wanting someone, Hank.
H: I don't know, Mr. Ryerson. This is kind of not cool anymore, you know?
S: Is that why you're here? To be cool? Well guess what, bud. Stars aren't cool. They burn hot! Sing.
H: Where is love? Does it fall from skies above? Is it underneath the willow tree that I've been dreaming of?
R: Hi, my name is Rachel Berry. And I'll be singing On My Own from the seminal Broadway classic, Les Mis.
W: Fantastic. Let's hear it.
On my own / Pretending he's beside me
R: You might laugh because every time I sign my name, I put a gold star after it but it's a metaphor. And metaphors are important. My gold stars are a metaphor for me being a star.
R: And just so we're clear I want to clear up that hateful rumor that I was the one that turned that closet case, Sandy Ryseron in because he gave Hank Saunders the solo I deserved. That's cockapoopie.
R: He was touching Hank! Caressing him! It was so wrong!
R: I am not homophobic. In fact, I have two gay dads. See, I was born out of love. My two dads screened potential surrogates based on beauty and IQ. Then they mixed their sperm together and used a turkey baster. To this day, we don't know which one is my real dad. Which I think is pretty amazing. My dads spoiled me in the arts. I was given dance lesson, vocal lessons, anything to give me a competitive edge.
Without him, the world around me changes / The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers
R: You might think that all the boys in school would totally want to tap this but my MySpace schedule keeps me way too busy to date. I try to post a MySpace video everyday just to keep my talent alive and growing. Nowadays being anonymous is worse than being poor. Fame is the most important thing in our culture now. And if there's one thing that I've learned, it's that no one is just going to hand it to you.
I love him / But every day I'm learning / All my life I've only been pretending / Without me, his world will go on turning / A world that is full of happiness that I have never known
Known
I love him / I love him / I love him / But only on my own
W: Very nice, Rachel.
R: When do we start rehearsals?
W: You guys look awesome.
M: I am not wearing this.
W: The '93 team took Nationals wearing those.
M: I know. I can still smell them. I want a new costume.
W: I'll take it to the drycleaners.
M: You can take it to the moon, baby. Everyone knows you can't get stink ass out of polyester.
M: You want to be starting something, Brittany?
W: Rach.
K: Is she going to diva out after every rehearsal?
W: Probably.
W: You changed out of your costume.
R: I'm tired of being laughed at.
W: You're the best kid in there, Rachel. It comes with a price.
R: Look, I know I'm just a sophomore but I can feel the clock ticking away and I don't want to leave high school with nothing to show for it.
W: You get great grades. You're a fantastic singer.
R: Everybody hates me.
W: And you think Glee Club is going to change that?
R: Being great at something is going to change it. Being part of something special makes you special, right?
R: I need a male lead who can keep up with me vocally.
W: Maybe I can coach Artie a little.
R: Look, Mr. Schue, I really appreciate what you're trying to do but if you can't give me what I need then I'm sorry. I'm not going to make a fool out of myself. I can't keep wasting my time with Glee. It hurts too much.
K: Schuester! Figgins wants you!
I got chills / They're multiplyin' / And I'm losin' control / 'Cause the power / You're supplyin' / It's electrifyin'!
You better shape up / 'Cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you
You better shape up / You better understand
To my heart I must be true / Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do
You're the one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey / The one that I want
M: Oh, hell to the nah! Look, I'm not down for this background singing nonsense. I'm Beyonce. I ain't no Kelly Rowland.
W: Okay, look, Mercedes, it's just one song.
K: And it's the first time we've kinda been good.
M: Okay, you're good, white boy. I'll give you that but you better bring it. Let's run it again.
W: Alright, let's do it. From the top.
R: You're very talented.
F: Really?
R: Yeah. I would know. I'm very talented too.
R: I think the rest of team expects us to become an item. You, the hot male lead, and me, the stunning young ingénue everyone roots for.
F: Well, I-I have a girlfriend.
R: Really? Who?
F: Quinn Fabray.
R: Cheerleader Quinn Fabray? The president of the Celibacy Club?
F: We're almost four months now. She's cool. Mmm, I wonder if they have Sour Patch Kids.
W: Hey, guys. So this suppose to be our competition but I honestly don't think they got the talent we've got. Let's be a good audience, alright? Give them some of that McKinley High respect.
A: Please give a warm Buckeye state welcome to last year's Regional champion, Vocal Adrenaline.
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no' / Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know / I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine / He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go
T: We're d-d-d-doomed.
A: You're leaving us? When?
W: I've given my two weeks notice. But I promise I'm going to find you guys a great replacement before I go.
M: Is this because those Carmel kids were so good? Because we can work harder.
R: This isn't fair, Mr. Schuester. We can't do this without you.
F: So does that mean that I don't have to be in the club anymore? Or...
W: This isn't about you guys. Being an adult is about having to make difficult choices. It's not like high school. Sometimes you have to give up the things that you love. One day you guys are going to grow up and understand that. I have loved being your teacher.
R: Didn't see you at Glee Club today.
F: Is that still happening?
R: I've taken over.
R: I'm interim director but I suspect the position will become permanent.
Q: Hi, Finn. RuPaul.
Q: What are you doing talking to her?
R: Science project. We're partners.
Q: Christ Crusaders tonight at five. My house.
F: Sounds great.
F: Look, I should go. I can't do Glee anymore. It conflicts with-
R: Your reputation? You really got something, Finn, and you're throwing it away.
F: I-I'm going to be late.
R: You can't keep worrying about what people think of it. You're better than all of them.
R: Look, you guys, these steps aren't hard. I've been doing them since preschool.
K: I'm sorry. Did I miss the election for Queen because I didn't vote for you.
R: I know what I'm talking about. I won my first dance competition when I was three months old!
K: This is a closed rehearsal.
F: Look... I owe you guys an apology. I never should have quit. I don't want to be the guy that just drives around throwing eggs at people.
R: That was you?
K: You and your friends threw pee balloons at me.
F: I know.
K: You nailed all my lawn furniture to my roof.
F: I wasn't actually there for that but I'm really sorry. Look, that isn't who I am. And I'm tired of it. This is what I want to be doing. With you guys.
F: I use to think that this was like the lamest thing on Earth and maybe it is but we're all here for the same reason. We want to be good at something.
F: Artie, you play guitar, right? You think you can recruit the jazz band?
A: I do have pull there.
F: Alright. Mercedes, we need new costumes and they've got to be cool. Can you do that?
M: Damn. Don't you see what I've got on?
F: Rachel, you can do choreography.
F: Tina, what are you good at?
T: I-I
F: We'll figure something out for you.
M: And what are you bringing to the table, Justin Timberlake?
F: I've got the music.
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world / She took the midnight train goin' anywhere / Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere
A singer in a smoky room / The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night / It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night
Working hard to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill / Payin' anything to roll the dice just one more time
Some will win, some will lose, some were born to sing the blues / Oh the movie never ends, it goes on and on and on and on
Don't stop believin' / Hold on to that feelin' / Streetlight people
Don't stop believin' / Hold on to that feelin' / Streetlight people
Don't stop
W: Good, guys. It's a nine. We need a ten. Rachel, you need to hit the one's and the five's.
W: Finn, I think if we work on it, you could hit a high B.
F: So, does this mean you're staying?
W: It would kill me to see you win Nationals without me. From the top.
I ♥ Rachel Berry
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