WILL: Quinn, you OK?
FINN: I think she just had a bad breakfast burrito.
KURT: Can we please talk about the giant elephant in the room?
SANTANA: Your sexuality?
KURT: Rachel. We can't do it without her.
WILL: That's not true. We may have to layer Santana Mercedes over Quinn's solo, but...we'll be fine.
ARTIE: Maybe for the invitationals, but not for the sectionals and certainly not the regionals.
PUCK: The wheelchair kid's right. That Rachel chick wants me wanna light myself on fire, but she can sing.
WILL: Rachel left, guys. She's gone. If we want to make this thing work, we can't look back. Alright, take five minutes.
FINN: Mr Shue? I don't want to tell you how to do your job, but with all the dancing around that Quinn's doing, I'm kind of worried about the baby.