S: I'm sorry I blew up on you too. I love you too, I'll come. When does it start? I'm pigging out with Sammy for a bit. I need a break from the UES.
S: Don't be surprised if I disappear during you and Gus's performance. I am not speaking to him. Or see Harry gloat or some shit.
M: Thank you. It starts at ten on the dot. SAY HI FOR ME! Brooklyn is best.
M: Are you sure? Because I'm actually a dancer and actually a singer. I'm going to make him look like an amateur without doing it on purpose. Might give you the giggles.
M: You know, if I could, I'd be dancing with you and singing with you.
S: What time is that?
M: It depends on how long the speeches run. I would give you a specific time if I could.
M: Or you could just stay the whole time because I love you and I'm sorry I blew up, okay? Please.
M: I don't just want you there. I need you there.
I’ll see what I can find. And you got one. I’ve got more badgers than I have fingers. I can’t wait for that day.
Okay, just text me when you’re there. And I always do my job.
I only have five because I hit our troop leader’s daughter with my plastic bat for pushing me. Now that’s not a long story. I think I cried more than she did because I felt so bad about it though. Victory I will have!
Do you want me to meet you outside of your class or by the cafeteria?
S: I'm sorry, but like everyone in this fucking world. I can't just go from angry and upset down to happy in a few minutes, it's takes a damn second Mickey.
S: I do believe in you, and I tell you that every day. I will be there, like I said. Just telling me when you're singing and I will come then to watch you.
S: No, like I said. I am allowed to be upset for more then a goddamn minute, okay?
M: I'm on last.
S: Fine with me.
S: If you're inviting me our of guilt, then no. I'll come show face, then I'm leaving. I don't need to be somewhere I'm obviously not welcomed.
M: See. That shit right there is why I always think you're mad at me. I can never say the right thing. You always still end up upset with a chip on your shoulder.
M: I'm not asking you out of guilt. I have nothing to feel guilty about. I'm inviting you because I want you there. I want you to see that you believing in what I can do is rigt because I can. I want you there because despite the fact that I hate that you're with Augustus I rather have you there with him then not at all.
M: But if you're just going to respond negatively and still be upset about it then do what you want. Go. Don't go. Just do whatever makes you happy, because obviously no matter what I say I can't fix it.
That doesn’t really count. I was a boy scout… no I was a cub scout back in Tennessee. And that was lame. We could try that but it’s not the same thing and I don’t know why i would get mad at you.
That sounds pretty awesome. And the only busy I will be is sitting somewhere eating or drawing.
No, it really doesn’t. AW! SO CUTE! Being outdoors couldn’t have been lame. Don’t they teach you guys how to tie knots really well? They did that with us. It was weird. I didn’t know what the purpose was. Probably. Well obviously you’d be angry because my Yoga impression is better. LOL!
Good, then lunch tomorrow it is. I’ve been craving a burger… which is extremely unhealthy but I can’t help it.
S: Are you seriously getting mad at me right now?! What the fuck did I do this time? I am saying HAVE FUN. HAVE FUN. How is that bad? How is that get angry with me? How does that start a fucking argument? Or is this your way of inviting me? Because until you began to complain about how you're not only dancing, but performing with Gus, I didn't know I was apart of this or invited. So no, don't getting fucking mad at me. I didn't know about this. IF you want me to go, you ask. Not throw a damn tantrum.
S: Yes, I will retreat into myself. I have fucking shit going on too. I am allowed to be fucking angry and hurt that I am not fucking invited or told about a goddamn event not only my fucking boyfriend is in, but you are fucking throwing. So yes, I am going to fucking react the way I want too. I was trying to save you from having to fucking deal with it because you have five thousand fucking things going on, but here it fucking is.
M: Just, for once, no fighting. I don't want to fight. I don't want to argue. i just want a peaceful night.
M: So, Santana, despite your boyfriend trouble or whatever it is, would you please do me the honor of attending this event as my best friend and as my employee. As my family. I would really like you to be there, but I am very understanding of the fact that it may be uncomfortable for you. Would you please do me that favor?