
I remember last year, when we totally loved her, before all the stories about her being kind of a pill. Now she's kind of turned me into a harpy. So I will reiterate: I like this. She looks pretty! She has a great voice! Don't egg my house, Gleeks!

"Oh, hi, I didn't see you guys there. ... What? You want me to turn around? Well, I'm not really one for the cameras BUT OKAY FINE WELL ALL RIGHT."

"HELLO WORLD! Yes, this is very Sexy Nightie of me, but you know who is not sexy? Rachel Berry, my alter-ego. And so a girl needs to let it OUT once in a while, you know?"

"I mean, come ON! Vogue! Am I right? Or... the Swim, or whatever this is called. I don't know. I do this when Dianna Agron is filming and I'm not. I just stand there and point at my eyes and stare at her so that she knows shit might GET REAL."

"And THEN maybe sometimes I stick out my leg and trip her when she's finishing her scenes! Oh, those are fun days, almost as good as when I put laxatives in that girl Charice's coffee. Yeah, you thought she disappeared for "storyline dictated" reasons? HA. You're so innocent!"

"You want to see more of my leg? What, this old thing? FINE."

"BAM. Consider this kicked up five crotches. Um, I mean notches."
