Sue: And that gay terrorist went on to become the first gay president of the United States, Abraham Lincoln.
Sue: So you like show tunes. It doesn't mean you're gay. It just means you're awful.
Sue: You know, for me trophies are like herpes. You can try to get rid of them but they just keep coming. Sue Sylvester has hourly flair ups of burning itchy highly contagious talent.
Sue: I spent large segments of each day picturing you choking on food, and I recently contacted an exotic animal dealer because I had a very satisfying dream that I once shoved your face into one of those pink-inflamed monkey butts.
Sue: Your hair looks like a briar patch. I keep expecting racist, animated Disney characters to pop up and start singing about living on the bayou.
Sue: Will I'm not going to do this. Even your breath stinks of mediocrity.
Sue: I thought I smelled cookies from the tears of elves weeping that live in your hair.
Sue: You may be two of the stupidest teens I've ever encountered - and that's saying something. I once taught a cheerleading seminar to Sarah Palin.
Sue: You two should be wetting yourselves with shame.
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Sue Sylvester.
