Sandy: Who is Josh Groban? KILL YOURSELF!
Sandy: Josh and I have become frequent pen pals since he accidentally friended me on MySpace.
Henri: I'll never hitchhike across Europe... That was a dream, man...
Rachel: We just don't want you getting hurt by feelings he can't...reciprocate.
Sue: I'm SHOCKED your not married!
Mercedes: This is like the third time we've gone out. Can we just make it official?
Kurt: Make WHAT official?
Mercedes: You know, that we're dating!
Kurt: How could you do that, you BUSTED my WINDOW! >
Mercedes: -.- Well you busted my heart!
Dakota: Artie, you're cut, you're not trying hard enough.
Artie: At what?
Dakota: At walking.
Dakota: What's wrong with me? What's wrong is that you're freakishly tall! I feel like a woodland creature!
Sandy: Josh Groban is here! Front row, brown eyes, cute as a buttermilk biscuit.
Sue: This is what we call a total disaster, ladies, I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits. That is the smell of failure, and it's stinking up my office. I'm revoking your tanning privileges for the rest of the month.