, here's what you missed on Glee: Quinn was dating Sam,
but then she kissed Finn, so Santana told Sam, and now
they've started dating. You are Biebalicious.
Will's not dating anyone and says he's over Emma, but it
seems like he's still got a thing for her, even though she's married.
Kurt's really into Blaine, and Blaine likes Kurt,
but he says he just wants to stay friends.
And that's what you missed on Glee.
Figgins,
you wanted to see me?
William, we have an epidemic on our hands.
Head lice? Worse. Giggle juice.
I-I'm sorry. What?
Alcohol, William.
The wet devil.
Our children
are so brazen, they are showing up
to school wasted.
And not wasted on learning, Will.
Wasted on booze.
Why, just this week, we've had five suspensions
for intoxication on school grounds.
Figgins!
You rock!
Yeah, man!
Six suspensions.
I-I don't get it.
Drinking's never been a problem at this school.
That's because there are new alcoholic beverages
targeted to kids, Will.
Just listen to the radio.
Pop music now glorifies binge drinking.
Just listen to any hit
by pop sensation Ke-dollar-sign-ha.
Oh. You-You mean Ke$ha?
We must do something to protect our children, Will.
I-I totally agree.
How-How can I help?
I have decided to make this week
Alcohol Awareness Week
at McKinley.
I have contacted Kitty Dukakis,
who will be the guest speaker
at an assembly where your Glee Club will perform a song
highlighting the dangers
of teenage drinking.
Can I count on you, William?
Emma? Hi.
Enough with us not being friends.
Look, I heard through the grapevine that you and Carl
started looking for a tract house together,
and I just wanted to say
that I'm genuinely happy for you.
Thank you.
That's really sweet.
Two-slicer.
Do you want to catch up?
Yeah. Sure.
How have you been?
Busy. Yeah.
Glee Club's gearing up for Regionals...
I, um, love hearing about the Glee Club,
but I'm actually more interested in you.
You know, how you're doing. Me? Uh...
Are you dating anybody?
No.
No?
Maybe you should.
You know, Ella, I think
Will should really concentrate on his treatment
before he tries another relationship
with an early hominid, even a human female.
Treatment? Alcoholics Anonymous, Will.
I suggest you pre-emptively check
into rehab, as you are a future alcoholic.
I mean, come on.
Look where you are. You're coaching a Glee Club
that can only beat choirs of old people.
You're rehashing the details of your failed marriage
with the very lemur who rejected the bestial horror
of your craven sexual advances.
And when my Glee Club crushes you at Regionals,
well, the last ounce of meaning will drain from your life,
and you will turn to drink.
I don't get it. How is it
that you're now coaching a Glee Club?
I was so inspired by my stint in the Glee Club,
that I took the trip to Westvale,
and I volunteered my help.
Unfortunately, the chipper homosexual
who coaches Aural Intensity
had a terrible fall down the stairs.
I'm okay. Don't worry.
Not to be alarmed.
Doctors say he will be fine. Provided they can get
the swelling in his brain under control.
Okay, sorry. I still don't understand.
How can the school let you coach Aural Intensity?
Newsflash, Amelda.
There's no one lining up to coach Glee Clubs
because it's a sucky job for losers.
But there was an opening, and I am a champion.
Oh, Will. Here's the book by Bill W.,
outlining the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous.
I can't wait for you to start climbing those steps,
because when you get to the top,
I'm gonna knock you back down.
What's up, my hot, little Jewish-American Princess?
What do you want, Puckerman?
Well, word on the street is that your dads are out of town,
and you're all alone in your house.
They are on the Rosie O'Donnell cruise.
Was that... Who told you that?
This is the kind of information a guy like me tends to know.
So, uh, party this Saturday?
I'll bring the beer ball. That's a mini-keg.
Forget it.
Oh, come on. Just the Glee kids.
We're losing our minds,
all stressed about Sectionals and stuff.
Regionals. Besides,
you just want a place to have sex and get drunk.
Yeah. There's a word for that. A party.
No. No.
No. My-My-My dads, they left me alone in my house
because they trusted me to be responsible.
They left you alone 'cause you suck and are a total bore.
Hey.
Yo.
How's the song- writing going?
Hey. It's going amazing.
I think I might have a really big hit here,
which is why I wanted you to come by.
I-I want you to hear it.
Oh. Yeah. Cool.
Come here.
What was that for?
To break the tension.
We were boyfriend and girlfriend, Finn.
It's silly for us to pretend
like we aren't comfortable around each other.
Yeah. Totally.
And I know that we have some unresolved feelings,
but like my two new role models Carole King and Gerry Goffin,
I think it's important that we just
put them aside and stay focused on our mission
which is just to write an amazing song
to win Regionals with.
Well, I have no idea who those people are,
but I'm on board. Let's hear it. Okay.
It's just... It's a little rough, but, uh...
I think it's really special,
so...
d There you rest d
d With all the rest d
d Of my accessories d
d On my night stand d
d You're red or yellow d
d And like a good fellow d
d Sometimes you get lost d
d In my mess d
d But when school girl pigtails won't do d
d And I need to control my 'do d
d You're the only one I can count on d
d My headband d
d You're my headband d
d Wrapped right around my melon d
d You're a product like Magellan d
Hold... Hold on. Uh...
Is this song about your headband?
Yes. It's called, "My Headband."
They say you should write about what you know.
Well, uh...
It's really... interesting,
but it's not...
emotional or, like, good.
It sucks. Yeah.
How am I supposed to write a song like Joni Mitchell
or Carole King? They've lived.
Well, maybe if you want to be an artist like them,
you should do a little living.
You're so right.
I mean, even now,
it-it's Alcohol Awareness Week,
and we're supposed to sing songs about the dangers of drinking,
and I've never even had a drink.
Wait, seriously?
That's why I never got past second base. Wait.
Where are you going? To find Puckerman.
You know, my journey from little princess
to natural woman begins this Saturday night at my house.
That sounds awful.
Is anybody going?
Let me find out.
Did you hear? Yes.
Mercedes just told me.
Tell them I'll go if they go.
Tell them yourself.
I ain't no pony express.
You're going, right?
Only if there's liquor.
Because a Rachel Berry party is not something I can do sober.
But it's Alcohol Awareness Week.
Precisely. And I am aware of how much fun alcohol is.
Let's ask Puckerman.
You're go for Puck.
Noah, it's Santittany and Artcedes.
Can your friend score us some wine coolers?
No, but his I.D. can.
Well, if we're all in, it's settled.
The Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza
is officially a go.
d d
Welcome.
Kurt. Blaine.
I wasn't expecting you guys.
Kurt's been blackmailing me
ever since he saw my browser history.
He kind of insisted on coming.
I'm totally off the clock right now, Rachel.
I'm not a Warbler. I'm just Blaine.
I'm not even wearing my uniform.
So, this is your dads' Oscar Room.
Yes. They transformed our ordinary basement
for our famous annual Oscar parties.
Is that a stage?
I like to give impromptu performances
for our neighbors sometimes.
Hey, girlfriend.
Having fun?
Yeah.
Awesome party.
Uh, okay. Let's, uh...
Let's go over the rules.
Everybody gets two drink tickets
to keep things from getting out of hand.
We're serving wine coolers today.
That is our specialty drink.
That's actually all that we have.
Brittany!
Remember the rules. No sitting on anything.
Okay. Okay, everybody.
Cheers!
Great party, Rachel.
We got to run.
Yeah, dinner reservations.
But, but, but we haven't even played Celebrity yet.
I...
Why is everybody leaving?
Because this party blows.
I haven't even had my first sip yet.
How am I supposed to write "Both Sides Now"
if I can't even throw a party?
Look, if you want everyone to stay,
you have to let me break into your dads' liquor cabinet.
No one's gonna get buzzed off two wine coolers.
I'll replace it before they get home.
Let's party!
d Poppin' bottles in the ice d
d Like a blizzard d
d Now I'm feeling so fly d
d Like a G6 d
Let's go! d Like a G6 d
d Now I'm feeling so fly like a G6 d
d Give me that Mo-Moet-et d
d Give me that Cri-Cristal-tal d
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! d Ladies love my style d
d My table getting wild, get get get them bottles poppin' d
d We get that drip and that drop d
It tastes like pink.
It tastes like pink!
d Sober girls around me d
d They be acting like they drunk d
d Acting, acting like they drunk, with sober girls d
Are you not drinking?
No. Designated driver.
What about you?
I'm still trying to impress Blaine.
Can't get too sloppy.
Clearly, he doesn't have the same concern.
Hey!
It is so cool that you and Kurt are brothers.
Right?
Like, brothers! Wow!
You're so tall.
You having fun, Blaine? Yeah.
This is the best party ever!
Finny.
Dance with me.
d Fly like a G6 d
We had it going on, right?
I wasn't making it up or anything?
I would do anything for you. Anything!
Okay, Rachel.
Since this is your first time at this...
Sit down?
I'm going to break it down for you.
Guys and girls fall
into certain archetypes when they get drunk.
Exhibit A-- Santana, the weepy, hysterical drunk.
You like her more than me.
She's blonde and awesome and so smart.
Admit it. Just admit it!
No. Kiss me.
Lauren Zizes and Quinn-- the anger girl drunks.
I can't believe what you did to my body.
I used to have abs. Oh, back off!
Who told you that hairstyle was cool? Geronimo? Chill out!
Brittany, also known as the girl who turns into a stripper drunk.
Makin' it rain! Whoo!
That's my girlfriend. I love you, baby.
Mercedes and Tina-- happy girl drunks.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
And then we come around full circle
right back to you, Rachel.
And right now, you're being the needy girl drunk.
Hanging all over me, being overly lovey.
It's not cool.
d Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6... d
What-What kind of girl is this?
d Now-Now-Now-Now-Now-Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6... d
Let's play spin the bottle!
Who wants to play spin the bottle?
Spin the bottle.
d Feelin' so fly like a G6. d
You know what? A reminder.
I owns that guppy mouth.
Those trouty Aerosmith lips belong to me.
So...
You know what this is not? Hey, honeys.
It's not a Big Red commercial. No me gusta.
Whoo!
Party! It's my turn! My turn!
Oh!
This is
outstanding!
Blaine Warbler, I'm gonna rock your world.
Yeah!
Oh!
Deep! Deep!
More! More! More! More!
More! More!
d Johnny, are you queer, boy? d
d Johnny, are you queer... d
Okay, I think we've had enough of that.
Yeah!
Your face...
tastes awesome.
I think I just found a new duet partner!
d You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar d
d When I met you d
d You d d I picked you out d
d I shook you up and turned you around d
d Turned you into someone new d
d New d
d Don't d d Don't, don't d
d Don't you want me? d
d You know I can't believe it d
d When I hear that you won't see me d
d Don't d d Don't, don't d
d Don't you want me? d
d You know I don't believe it d
d When you say that you don't need me d
d It's much too late to find d
d You think you've changed your mind d
d You better change it back, or we will both be sorry d
d Don't you want me, baby? d
d Don't you want me? Oh-oh-oh-oh d
d Don't you want me, baby? d
d Don't you want me? Oh-oh-oh-oh d
d I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar d
d That much is true d
d True d
d But even then I knew I'd find a much better place d
d Either with d
d Or without you d
d Without you d
d Don't d d Don't d
d Don't you want me? d
d You know I can't believe it d
d When I hear that you won't see me d
d It's much too late to find d
d You think you've changed your mind d
d You better change it back d
d Or we will both be sorry d
d Don't you want me, baby? d
I want you. I do.
d Don't you want me? Oh-oh-oh-oh d
d Don't you want me, baby? d
d Oh, oh d
d Don't you want me? /C Oh-oh-oh-oh d
d Don't you want me, baby? d
Hey, Kurt, come give me a hand with these eggs.
I'll be down in a minute!
What the hell is a shirred egg?
Is that... Is that the same thing as a scrambled egg?
Hey, what's this?
Today was the day you were going to teach me all about brunch.
I'll be down in a sec.
Oh, where am I?
Oh. Uh, I'm sorry. My bad.
I need to close my locker,
and it's going to sound like a gunshot.
I have had the worst hangover
since Saturday, and it's Monday.
I've been dry-heaving all weekend.
When my mother asked what the sound was,
I said that I was practicing bird calls.
You guys, I can't stop barfing.
Please don't say "barf."
I caught a whiff of hairspray
and went full Linda Blair in the girls' bathroom.
I told my mom I had the flu,
and she made me a traditional tea
made out of panda hair.
Can we talk about anything else?
How about some Bloody Marys, y'all?
Are you kidding me?
The last thing I want to do is drink.
It'll help your hangover.
That's what Bloody Marys
are for.
Hair of the dog that done bit your ass.
d Blame it on the Goose, got you feeling loose d
d Blame it on the 'Tron, got you in the zone d
d Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a alcohol d
d Blame it on the a-a a-a-a a-a-a a alcohol d
d Ay, she say she usually don't d
d But I know that she front d
d 'Cause shorty know what she want d
d But she don't wanna seem like she's easy d
d I ain't saying what you won't do d
d But you know we probably gonna do d
d What you've been feelin' deep inside d
d Don't lie now d
d Boy, what you drinking? d
d Gonna let it sink in d
d Here for the weekend thinking d
d We can see what we can be if we press fast forward d
d Just one more round and you're down, I know it d
d Fill another cup up, feeling on yo butt, what? d
d You don't even care now, I was unaware how d
d Fine you was before my buzz set in d
d My buzz set in d d Blame it on the Goose d
d Got you feeling loose d
d Blame it on the 'Tron, got you in the zone d d Alcohol d
d Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a alcohol d
d Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the Henny d
d Blame it on the blue top, got you feeling dizzy d
d Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a alcohol d
d Blame it on the a-a a-a-a a-a-a a alcohol d
d Now to the ballas poppin' bottles with their Henny d
d In their cups, screaming money ain't a thing d
d If you ain't throw it up in the sky d
d In the sky d d And hold your drinks up high d
d Up high d
d And to my independent mamas who can buy their own bottles d
d If you looking like a model when them broke fellas holla d
d Tell them bye d d Bye d
d And hold your drinks up high d
d Blame it on the Goose, got you feeling loose d
d Blame it on the 'Tron, got you in the zone d
d Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a alcohol d
d Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the Henny d
d Blame it on that blue top, got you feeling dizzy d
d Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a alcohol d
d Blame it on the a-a a-a-a a-a-a a alcohol. d
Well done, you guys.
I mean, you always bring it
with the singing and the dancing,
but what I was really impressed with today
was your acting.
I truly thought
that some of you guys were drunk.
We take our craft serious.
Problem is, that song is great,
but it-it kind of glorifies drinking, don't you think?
We're supposed to sing about the dangers
of alcohol for this assembly.
Well, good luck finding a song that does that.
Mr. Shue?
First of all, that vest is very cute.
You are all kinds of awesome.
But second, maybe there's really no songs
about the dangers of drinking because there's really none
as long as you have a proper designated driver.
I ever told you how great you are?
Whoa. Well, Rachel, yeah.
Driving drunk is dangerous.
And have you guys ever heard of alcohol poisoning?
Yeah, it kills about 400 people every year. Uh...
Santana, are you... are you crying?
I'm okay. I'm okay.
You're such a hypocrite.
You drink. Most adults do.
Well, I may have a beer every now and then,
but I don't... I don't get drunk.
We're just saying this is a waste of time.
I mean, we're totally aware of alcohol.
We see adults drinking it and having fun.
Every commercial during NASCAR
is for beer.
Okay. Enough, guys.
Look, tomorrow come with your thinking caps on,
because we're going to spend the entire day
brainstorming ideas for songs
to sing at this assembly.
Am I out of touch?
I mean, I used to drink a lot more when I was their age.
Most of the time it was just to deal with Terri, but I mean,
who am I to tell them not to drink
when I blacked out a couple of times
when I was their age, and I ended up okay?
You're taking this way too hard.
Something else going on?
Let's see.
Um... my divorce is starting to really sink in.
Sue's coaching my competition at Regionals.
And Emma is looking for a house with her husband.
Is that all?
What do you do
for stress relief? Exercise.
Well, me, too, but that's a little too close to being productive.
You got to get a little ridiculous, man, burn off
some of that angst. You have any suggestions?
Tomorrow night,
you're tagging along with me for my stress relief.
We're going to
a little place they call Rosalita's Roadhouse.
Isn't that like a honky-tonk bar?
You ain't lived till you've seen me in a... d cowboy hat! d
d So far away d
d Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore? d
I didn't drink that much. Are you kidding?
You spent the entire night sucking Rachel Berry's face.
That, sir, is what we call rock bottom.
Oh, my God. Speak of the devil.
Two medium drips.
Hi, Rachel.
Kurt and I were just talking about you.
You're such a cutie pie with your blazer and your pants.
So...
I have a question for you.
I wanted to know...
Oh, my God. Is she drunk?
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Uh, yeah. Uh-huh.
All right, I'll see you then.
Okay, bye.
Rachel just asked me out.
Oh, that's amazing.
She's got a girl crush on you.
Wait a second. Why'd you say yes?
You can't lead her on.
Who says I'm leading her on?
You can't be serious.
When we kissed, it... it felt good.
It felt good because you were drunk.
What's the harm in going out on one crummy little date?
You're gay, Blaine! I... thought I was, but...
I've never even had a boyfriend before.
Isn't this the time you're supposed to... figure stuff out?
I can't believe that I'm hearing this right now. Maybe I'm bi. I don't know.
Bisexual's a term that gay guys in high school use
when they want to hold hands with girls and feel like
a normal person for a change. Whoa, wait, wait.
Why are you so angry? Because I look up to you.
I admire how proud you are
of who you are. I know what it's like
to be in the closet, and here you are
about to tiptoe back in. I'm really sorry if this hurts your feelings
or your pride or whatever,
but however confusing it might be for you,
it's actually a lot more confusing for me.
You're 100% sure who you are.
Fantastic.
Well... maybe we all can't be so lucky.
Yeah, I have... I've had a lot of luck, Blaine.
I was really lucky to be chased out of high school
by a bully who threatened to kill me.
And why did he do that?
Because he didn't like who I was.
Sort of exactly what you're saying to me right now.
Isn't it?
I am...
...I'm searching, okay?
I am honestly just trying to figure out
who I am, and for you,
of all people, to get down on me for that,
I didn't think that's who you were.
I'll see you.
I'd say "bye," but I wouldn't want to make you angry.
d Last night I d
d Went to town d
d Hit every bar around d
d A hundred bottles of beer on the wall d
d I thought I could drink 'em all... d
d d
Whoo!
d d
I wanna welcome everybody
to Rosalita's Roadhouse, where the men are men
and the sheep are nervous.
A, uh, special warm welcome to Will Schuester,
joining us here for the first time tonight.
My friend Shannon the Cannon here
tells me Will wants to hop up on stage and sing us a song.
Come on up here, cowboy.
Whoo!
I hate you for this.
You know, you know, I-I am not singing anything
without my gal here.
Come on, bring her a microphone, bring her a microphone.
d I want to tell you a story d
d About the house rent blues d
d I come home one Friday d
d Had to tell the landlady I done lost my job d
Aw...
d Mm, mm d
d She said, "That don't comfort me d
d Long as I get my money next Friday" d
d Now, next Friday come, I didn't get the rent d
d And out the door I went d
d One bourbon d
d One scotch d
d And one beer d
d Well, I ain't seen my baby d
d Since I don't know when d
d I've been drinking bourbon d
d Whiskey, scotch and gin d
d Gonna get high, man d
d I'm gonna get loose d
d Need me a triple shot d
d Of that juice d
d Gonna get drunk d
d Don't you have no fear d
d I want one bourbon, one scotch d
d And one beer d
d One bourbon d
d One scotch d
d And one beer d
Ha!
d I ain't seen my baby d
d Since the night before last d
d Gonna get a drink, man d
d I'm gonna get gassed d
d Got to get high, man d
d I ain't had enough d
d Need me a triple d
d Shot of that stuff d
d Gonna get drunk d
d Won't you listen right here? d
d I want one bourbon d
d One shot and one beer d
d One bourbon, one scotch d
d And one beer d
I want all that!
d One bourbon, one scotch d
d And one beer. d
Whoo! Yeah, baby!
Drinks on me!
Thanks for helping with the party cleanup.
Especially considering
that you didn't even drink.
Well, I was in the neighborhood.
At 10:00? Are you sure you're not here
just to find out how my date with Blaine went?
Oh, was that tonight?
Look, we're friends, so...
I'm gonna be honest with you.
d d
The date was lovely.
We saw Love Story at the Revival Theater.
We even dressed up as the characters.
That's not gay at all.
Did you kiss? No. Our lips
spent the evening mouthing Ali McGraw's dialogue.
Frankly, I did expect a little snog
as the date drew to a close, but...
I guess the timing just wasn't right.
Or the blood-alcohol level.
Look... I know that you have feelings for him,
and I'm sure you think I'm crazy for asking him out,
but Blaine is obviously conflicted,
and if he turns out not
to be gay, well, then I guess I will have done you a favor.
And I'm doing you a favor by telling you that Blaine
is the first of a long line of conflicted men that
you will date that will later
turn out to be only thmost flaming of homosexuals.
Blaine and I have a lot in common.
A sentiment expressed by many a hag about many a gay.
Look, I don't doubt that you and Blaine
would have a jolly good time shopping at Burberry
and arguing who would make
the better Rum Tum Tugger--
I don't dispute that--
but there's something you and Blaine'll never have...
and that's chemistry.
Fine.
Then I'm gonna prove you wrong.
I'm gonna take
the beer goggles off, and I'm gonna kiss him sober.
And if the spark is still there, then I'm taking you
to your bakery of choice for a piping hot slice of humble pie.
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, easy, partner.
Can I get you something to drink?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Taxi's waiting. All right.
H-H-How are you not drunk?
We drank exactly the same amount.
I got a hollow leg.
You got a hollow leg!
You gonna be okay?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah?
I just... just got to grade some papers
and... I'm still looking
for a song for the kids to sing
at the Alcohol Awareness Assembly.
Oh... Yes, uh...
The kids want to sing a Ke$ha song...
but, uh, it just makes drinking seem like a lot of fun.
Sometimes it is fun.
Exactly.
Like tonight.
That's the most fun I've had in a really long time.
I mean, we were careful. Mm-hmm.
We didn't drive. Mm, yeah.
What's wrong with that?
Nothin'.
Nothin's wrong with that.
Except we're not teenagers anymore, Will.
You know?
The way I see it,
you can't just lecture kids.
I mean, we can't stop them from drinking
if that's what they're gonna do.
I mean, the best we can do
is make them aware of the dangers and just...
hope they're smart enough
to make a good decision on their own.
Nut. All right, buddy, I'm out of here.
Okay. Don't get up.
I'm not...
All right, hey. Yes?
You just make sure you drink lots of water.
Okay? Mwa!
I love you.
Right back at you.
Yay, happy face.
Okay.
That was a valiant effort.
You get a A-plus.
That's how I roll.
I don't even know who you are.
Oh, what the hell?
Hey, there...
sexy lady.
I know it's late.
And... I know you're taken,
and I've had a couple drinks, but...
...there's something I r-really, really want to say to you.
William!
Can't wait to see what your New Directions are planning
for the assembly. I know we've had issues
with your kids performing in front of the school,
but I have a really good feeling about this one.
Why are you screaming?
I'm not screaming. Are you okay?
Oh... wow, your cologne is just really strong.
It's Drakar Noir!
Emma. Ooh...
Will, you look terrible.
Considering how much I drank,
I think I'm lucky to be alive.
Although I kind of wish I was dead.
I am so embarrassed.
Why? I mean, besides the fact that you drank
like a frat boy and you're well into your 30's.
Please don't make me say it. Sorry?
I don't even remember half the things I said to you. I-I'm not following.
I-I drunk-dialed you last night.
No, you didn't.
I mean, I didn't get a single message.
What would you have said that you'd be embarrassed about?
Nothing.
I-I-I... This must have been
a really elaborate, uh, booze dream, yeah.
It's time, Will.
I've arranged to have you committed for 48 hours,
and it's not gonna be easy.
Those state institutions tend to turn the fire hose
on patients going through the D.T.'s,
but at this point, I have no other option
but a forced intervention.
Sue, I do not have a drinking problem.
Really? Then what's with the Corey Hart imitation?
Will, I'm trying to save you.
Why? All you ever want to do is destroy me.
Yeah, well, it's kind of like nursing a P.O.W. back to health
so he's at his strongest when you torture him to death.
All right, Will, you had your chance
to do this the easy way.
Souffle is all about the whites.
If you get yolk in it or you don't let it stiffen properly
then you might as well be making pancakes.
All right. You think the one we already made is ready yet?
I hope so.
All right, let's check it out.
Here we go.
Ta-da.
You didn't leave enough room in the dish to let it rise.
Hey, I'm sorry-- why are you being so hard on me?
I would've been happy with you teaching me to make toast.
I'm sorry, Dad, I know this is supposed to be bonding time, but...
it's Blaine.
He's interested... in Rachel.
I'm confused; I thought he was gay, too.
Oh, he is, he is.
He's just... experimenting.
Yeah. He's not the only one.
What does that mean?
Look, I need you to ask me
before you have someone sleep over.
We-we were fullylothed the entire time,
and Blaine was too drunk to drive, so I let him crash here.
I was being responsible.
Wait a minute, you kids are drinking now?
Finn and I didn't have any.
If that's what you're worried about.
No. I'm worried
about you being inappropriate in my house.
And if Puckerman had a sleepover with Finn,
would that be inappropriate?
That's different. Because they wouldn't have sex?
No, I would never allow Finn to have a girl sleep over
in his bed.
But would it make you uncomfortable if he did?
Hey, when have I been uncomfortable
with you being gay? So it's not being gay that upsets you,
it's just me acting on it.
I don't know what two guys do when they're together.
You know, I sat through that whole Brokeback Mountain.
From what I gather,
something went down in the tent.
Okay. What do you want from me here, Dad? I...
I want you to apologize for being inappropriate
and promise me you'll never do it again.
Fine. I'm sorry.
I won't have sleepovers with anyone that might be gay
without asking you first.
Thank you.
But maybe you could step outside your comfort zone
and educate yourself, so if I have any questions,
I could go to my dad, like any straight son could.
. Quiet, please, children.
I would like to wish you and yours
a healthy and happy Alcohol Awareness Week.
Unfortunately,
Kitty Dukakis could not be here because of disinterest,
but Lima Police Chief Lawrence Krowley is here
to show you a grisly slideshow of auto accidents.
Take it away, Chief.
You guys, I'm really nervous.
Ke$ha's been a cultural icon for weeks,
and I really want to do her music justice.
We haven't had enough rehearsal. Or any at all.
And most of our assembly performances
usually end in some kind of riot.
Never fear, teammates.
Now, it's a Broadway tradition for nervous performers
to take a shot of whiskey before going on
to calm their nerves
and to mask the stench of bad dental hygiene.
In that tradition, I have mixed us a playful showbiz cocktail
of what was left in my dads' liquor cabinet.
There's some brandy and vermouth and port wine
and scotch in here, and also a little bit of Kool-Aid
and some crumbled-up Oreos.
Oh, my God.
This tastes like cough syrup.
There's also cough syrup.
Cheers. To Ke$ha.
Cheers. Ke$ha.
To Ke$ha. To Ke$ha.
Thank you, Chief.
And now, performing the hit single,
"Tik and also Tok"
by rapper Ke-dollar-sign-ha,
the New Directions.
d Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy d
d Hey, what up, girl? d d Grab my glasses d
d I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city d
d Let's go d d Before I leave d
d Brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack d
d 'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back d
d I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes d
d Trying on all our clothes, clothes d
d Boys blowing up our phones, phones d
d Drop-topping, playing our favorite CDs d
d Going up to the parties d
d Trying to get a little bit tipsy d
d Don't stop, make it pop d
d DJ, blow my speakers up d
d Tonight, I'mma fight till we see the sunlight d
d Tick tock on the clock d
d But the party don't stop, no d
d Oh, oh, oh, oh d d Oh d
d Oh, oh, oh, oh d
d Don't stop, make it pop d
d DJ, blow my speakers up d
d Tonight, I'mma fight till we see the sunlight d
d Tick tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no d
I don't feel good.
Power through it!
d Oh, oh, oh, oh d
d You build me up d
d You break me down d
d My heart, it pounds d
d Yeah, you've got me d
d With my hands up d
d You've got me now d
d You've got that sound d
d Yeah, you've got me d
d Oh... d
d You build me up, you break me down d
d My heart, it pounds d
d Yeah, you've got me d
d Oh d
d With my hands up d
d Put your hands up d
d Now, the party d
d Don't start till I walk in d
d Don't stop, make it pop d
d DJ, blow my speakers up d
d Tonight, I'mma fight till we see the sunlight d
d Tick tock on the clock d
d But the party don't stop, no d
d Oh, oh, oh, oh. d
Oh, my God.
Everybody, drink responsibly.
Heads up, McKinley.
Coach Sylvester's gonna shout at ya.
Students,
colleagues, indeed,
all who understand the Queen's English...
we all still quake in terror at what we witnessed yesterday
at the assembly by a Glee Club
spiraling out of control.
My nose is still filled
with the acrid stench of teen vomit.
And there is, simply, but one person to blame.
The alcoholic teen-vomit fetishist Will Schuester,
the director of that club.
Two days ago,
I received a drunk dial
in the middle of the night from a horny Will Schuester.
Oh, no.
Open your ears, McKinley High,
and behold the awful price
of alcoholism.
Hey there, sexy lady.
There's something I really, really want to say to you.
I love how you eat your lunch
with your little plastic gloves, and they crinkle
and make the cutest sound I've ever heard in my life.
Why don't you pick up some wine coolers,
and come over here?
And it'll be just one night of us just getting crazy.
Let's just get crazy!
Let's get really crazy and roll around in the hay.
I was just in some hay earlier tonight,
and I rode a bull and I was thinking of you.
Will Schuester?
You've just been publicly humiliated.
And on the road to recovery,
it's the very first step.
I think you'll definitely get suspended.
You'll probably all get suspended.
Oh, you're one to talk. How about you crack a Four Loko,
Count Boozy Von Drunk-a-ton.
William? Glee Club?
I have one word for you.
Congratulations.
Those special effects at the assembly really paid off!
I had no idea what brilliant
musical comedy performers you all have become.
The kids at this school
are scared straight.
Today is the first day
in a month without a single act
of public drunkenness
at McKinley High!
And as a thank you, here are
coupons for half-off frozen yogurt.
Yum.
William, I do think you need to see someone
about your sex and love addiction.
I've talked to my pastor about you,
and he's willing to meet you at your earliest convenience.
Thank you.
Okay.
Achievement!
I'm torn. Part of me never wants to drink again because it made
me so sick, but if it weren't for drinking, the assembly would
have been a disaster. I, for one, am never drinking again.
Being thrown up on, it just does something to a person.
All right, guys, while I'm happy things worked out
with the assembly,
I never want to see you guys pull anything like that again.
Drinking while performing is unprofessional.
Drinking while at school is just stupid,
and, most importantly,
any of you guys drinking at all is illegal.
There's a fair amount of the pot
calling the kettle black right now.
That is so racist.
I couldn't agree more.
Which is why I'm going to stop drinking.
Not even a beer at the end of the night to take the edge off.
But if you don't drink,
what will you have to live for?
I have plenty in my life without beer.
Like what, exactly?
The point is, I'm going to stop.
And I hope you guys do, too.
Isn't that kind of unrealistic?
Yeah. Honestly, I think it is.
Which is why I'm only going to ask you to do it
until after Nationals.
Consider yourselves like prize fighters
getting ready for a big heavyweight bout.
Now, these are pledge forms.
And I want you guys
to sign them.
And what if we fall off the wagon again?
Look in the top corner of your form.
That's my cell phone number. Yes!
Part of your pledge is that if you do slip up,
no matter where you are, or what time of the night it is,
I want you to call me to drive you home.
We got lucky this time that the only consequences
of your drinking was some ill-timed vomiting.
None of us wants to see any of you guys get hurt.
Cool beans, Mr. Shue. I'll sign this.
Me, too. I mean, alcohol has done nothing
for my songwriting.
What about after we win Nationals?
I'm buying the sparkling cider.
Yes.
So, you said he comes this way at 3:30?
Like clockwork. For his post-rehearsal medium drip.
I just can't wait to lay one on him.
I've got a bad feeling about this, Rachel.
I mean, I don't mean to be schooled,
but I don't want you to get hurt, either.
There's no victory in this for me, either way.
Who cares about you, buddy?
I might get a new boyfriend out of this,
who can keep up with me vocally, and in the future,
give me vaguely Eurasian- looking children.
There he is.
Dreamy as ever.
Okay. Wish me luck.
d I feel the earth move under my feet d
Hey, Rachel. What's going on?
d I feel the sky tumbling down d
d A'tumbling down d
d I feel the earth move d
d Under my feet d
d I feel the sky tumbling down d
d A'tumbling down, I just lose control d
Huh.
Yep.
I'm gay.
100% gay.
Thank you so much for clearing that up for me, Rachel.
Listen, save my space in line, will you?
I got to go hit the restroom.
d All over d
d I feel the earth move under my feet d
d I feel the sky... d
That was hard, wasn't it?
Are you kidding?
That was amazing.
I am speechless.
I just had
a relationship with a guy who turned out to be gay.
That is songwriting gold.
Oh!
Okay. I have to go compose.
But thank you. Thank you.
Synced By YesCool www.addic7ed.com
www.tvsubtitles.net