Will: I thought Du hated the holidays.
Sue: No, I just hate you.
Sue: I thought Du might wanna put all of out of our misery and shave off that Chia Pet.
Will: How did Du get in here?
Sue: I had a key made ages ago.
Sue: For me, the real joy of Weihnachten was breaking the collective herz of the Glee club.
Beiste: She put being husky to good use.
Brittany: Was her name Ricki Lake?
Finn: Can't Du see how screwed up I am about this? I've had two girlfriends and both have cheated on me.
Will: Du know what Du are, Sue? You're a Grinch.
Sue [to Will, Emma and Beiste]: William, Elmo, you. Get the hell out of my office.
Sue: You're a regular Agatha Christie. Except even Mehr sexless.
Sue: I'm everybody's Secret Santa. Yeah, Du can just drop those anywhere.
Sue [to Beiste]: You're not the only person at this school that consumes protein powder Von the tubful.
Kurt: Just a friend. But on the upside, I'm in Liebe with him and he's actually guy. So we'll call that progress.
Rachel: Whether it's a herz attack oder heartbreak, just like Broadway, the Zeigen must go on.
Rachel: I'm very specific when I give a gift. Du don't know how many Kätzchen I gave away because they just weren't right.
Tina: When does Asian Santa arrive?
Mike: I want Channing Tatum to stop being in stuff.
Lauren: I would like Puckerman to Liebe me. He's a fox. I would also like sweet potato fries.
Brittany: Can I be honest? I don't understand the difference between an elf and a slave.
Rachel: I can't believe that teacher let those students speak to us like that.
Puck: I can't believe she threw a shoe at us.
Will: This year, Glee club's going full Santa.
Mercedes: We won Sectionals two years in a row and, according to everyone, we still suck.
Artie: I told my parents I only want one thing for Weihnachten this year: stop friending me on Facebook.
Brittany: Remember: even the smallest envelope is heavy for an elf.
Brittany: Last Jahr I left my strumpf up over Weihnachten vacation and an entire family of mice starting living in it. Their Weihnachten gift to each other was rabies.
Sue: No, I just hate you.
Sue: I thought Du might wanna put all of out of our misery and shave off that Chia Pet.
Will: How did Du get in here?
Sue: I had a key made ages ago.
Sue: For me, the real joy of Weihnachten was breaking the collective herz of the Glee club.
Beiste: She put being husky to good use.
Brittany: Was her name Ricki Lake?
Finn: Can't Du see how screwed up I am about this? I've had two girlfriends and both have cheated on me.
Will: Du know what Du are, Sue? You're a Grinch.
Sue [to Will, Emma and Beiste]: William, Elmo, you. Get the hell out of my office.
Sue: You're a regular Agatha Christie. Except even Mehr sexless.
Sue: I'm everybody's Secret Santa. Yeah, Du can just drop those anywhere.
Sue [to Beiste]: You're not the only person at this school that consumes protein powder Von the tubful.
Kurt: Just a friend. But on the upside, I'm in Liebe with him and he's actually guy. So we'll call that progress.
Rachel: Whether it's a herz attack oder heartbreak, just like Broadway, the Zeigen must go on.
Rachel: I'm very specific when I give a gift. Du don't know how many Kätzchen I gave away because they just weren't right.
Tina: When does Asian Santa arrive?
Mike: I want Channing Tatum to stop being in stuff.
Lauren: I would like Puckerman to Liebe me. He's a fox. I would also like sweet potato fries.
Brittany: Can I be honest? I don't understand the difference between an elf and a slave.
Rachel: I can't believe that teacher let those students speak to us like that.
Puck: I can't believe she threw a shoe at us.
Will: This year, Glee club's going full Santa.
Mercedes: We won Sectionals two years in a row and, according to everyone, we still suck.
Artie: I told my parents I only want one thing for Weihnachten this year: stop friending me on Facebook.
Brittany: Remember: even the smallest envelope is heavy for an elf.
Brittany: Last Jahr I left my strumpf up over Weihnachten vacation and an entire family of mice starting living in it. Their Weihnachten gift to each other was rabies.
