2x14, ‘Blame It On The Alcohol’
2x14, ‘Blame It On The Alcohol’
I guess Beiste isn`t that much of a Beast after all. Happy Holidays, everyone! Wishing you a blessed christmas.
thanks dear-john!
ARTIE: It’s called a ReWalk. Some guy in Israel invented it. I can’t use it all the time, but… check me out!
QUINN: Where did you get it?
BRITTANY: We went home and it was sitting under my Christmas tree.
SAM: How the hell did you afford that thing?
BRITTANY: I didn’t buy it. I didn’t know what it was. I thought it was a Transformer.
ARTIE: I assumed her dad bought it for me, but he has no idea where it came from. He went to take a long poop and when he came back it was there.
RACHEL: So if no one we know bought it for you, then…
BRITTANY: Santa brought it.
ARTIE: Stop picking on Kurt.
KAROFSKY: You mind? I’m changing.
MIKE: We’re serious. This is a warning.
KAROFSKY: Oh yeah?
ARTIE: From now on, you’re going to leave him alone.
KAROFSKY: Look, if he wants to be a homo, that’s up to him. Don’t rub it in my face.
ARTIE: We’re not asking.
MIKE: Yeah. We’re done talking about this. Just back off, alright?
KAROFSKY: You back off!
BEISTE: Hey, hey, hey! Get up! Get up! What the hell’s going on here?
SHANNON: I’ve never been kissed, Will. It’s the simplest thing. A kiss. It’s the doorway to everything else, you know? Promise, hope - a future with someone. What’s that say about me? I’m forty, and I haven’t even taken those baby steps yet.
WILL: What that says to me is that you are a beautiful, amazing woman, whose heart is just too big for most men to stand.
SHANNON: You really think I’m pretty, Will?
WILL: Inside and out.
