"I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse." • "Okay, I'm ready for my close-up." • "Love means never having to say you're sorry."
"I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse."
"Rach, listen. Maybe Mr. Schue lost his memory in the war and, in return, he totally didn’t give you the solo you wanted. Why he would give it to Kurtykins, which no offense to him was so not as qualified as you, the world will never know. However, that doesn’t mean you should get mad at him. Get even! It’s what all the cool kids do these days! How about a whoopie cushion? Put blue dye in his shampoo? Take Miss Pillsbury hostage? Find a way to say ‘Hey! I’m Rachel Berry and I deserve to sing in the spotlight…also, Sugar Motta has the voice of a canary as well!’
”Okay, I’m ready for my close-up.”
"You’re finally letting me turn around?" Ryder peeked over his shoulder lightly, weary at first in case Rachel told him to hide his eyes. As he turned to face her, he could feel his breath catching in his throat. "I..wow. You’re not just the leading lady of this play..you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen." A grin widened over his cheeks and, with that, he slowly made his way towards her. "And you’re going to kill it. How could they not love you?"
”Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”
"Look, I know he messed up. I know my best friend. He’s totally been the numero uno suck machine since dinosaurs roamed the earth, or at least when he was born, and that hasn’t changed at all. He makes mistakes and sure, this one is really sucky, but come on. You love him, he loves you. That’s all that matters really, right? I like to think it can take on basically anything, no matter how much of a douchepants he can be."