Sue: We're gonna bring this club down.
Quinn: And I'm gonna get my boyfriend back.
Sue: I don't care so much about that.
Emma: Since when are cheerleaders performers?
Sue: Your resentment is delicious.
Sue: Iron tablet? It keeps your strength up when you menstruate.
Will: I don't menstruate.
Sue: Neither do I.
Will: Hold on a second, Sue.
Sue: I resent being told to hold on to anything.
Sue: That was the most offensive thing I've seen in 20 years of teaching — and that includes an elementary school production of Hair.
Sue: I want my full budget restored. I want a fog machine.
Sue: I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits. That's the smell of failure, and it's stinking up my office.
Sue: Caning works! And I think it's about time we did a little madami of it right here... yes, we cane!
Sue: Find your voice. Stomp that yard. All that crap.
Sue: [to Emma] Ellen, that blusa is just insane.
Sue: Every time I try to destroy that club, it comes back strong than some sexually ambiguous horror movie villain.
Sue: I don't trust a man with curly hair. I can't help but picture little birds laying sulfurous eggs in there, and it disgusts me.
Sue: God, it feels good to finally pop that zit known as Will Schuester.
Principal Figgins: Let's hug it out.
Will: I'd rather not.
Sue: I don't see that happening.
Sue: I empower my Cheerios to live in fear sa pamamagitan ng creating an environment of irrational, walang tiyak na layunin terror.
Sue: I can't stand the sight of kids getting emotional, unless it's from physical exhaustion.
Mrs. Hitchens: Who do you think I am?
Sue: That's a very good tanong because I've forgotten both your names.
Sue: If I have a pregnant girl doing a handspring into a double layout, the judges aren't going to be admiring her impeccable form, they're going to be wondering if the centrifugal force is going to make the baby's head start crowning.
Sue: I, for one, think intimacy has no place in a marriage. Walked in on my parents once and it was like seeing two walruses wrestling.
Sue: Get ready for the ride of your life Will Schuester. You're about to board the Sue Sylvester Express. Destination horror!
Sue: What if I were to innocently murder you, Will? I'd still have to go to trial. I'd still probably get off for justifiable homicide.
