Robot: I-do-not-own-anything
Little Tommy- I thought you owned your arm and leg and....
Robot: Oh-never-mind. He-does-not-KNOW-anything!
Finn's POV:
I looked around at the Glee Club, feeling rather sad that Matt and Mike were graduating already. But it was so cool that we got to perform at graduation instead of the Cheerios! Then, he peeked over at Quinn and got distracted.
"Wow. Quinn is glowing. I never noticed how happy she was because she's going all hormone-crazy and yelling at me all the time," I thought to myself as I twisted my fingers around my tie, forming a candycane- like arrangement and a look of frustration appearing on my face.
"Let me help you," Rachel said in her chipper voice, scurrying over to me and snatching my tie, quickly undoing it and with a woosh it was fixed.
"Thanks, Rach. You've always been good with stuff like this. Doesn't it seem weird that a year's already passed by? I mean, next year we're gunna be Juniors! We're upperclassmen!" I looked off into the distance, my signature thinking pose.
She giggled nervously and said, "Sure Finn.. but you better watch out for Freshman quarterbacks!" She poked me-hard- in the stomach to let me know that she was joking. But she really got me thinking. I mean, I could get gypped!
Then, I saw Quinn's squinted eyes dart from me to Rachel and back to me again. Seriously, if looks could kill! She shuffled over to me, glaring at Rachel and causing her to back away.
SPOILER
"What are you doing? You need to focus. I'm having my baby girl in a couple of days and remember- I chose YOU as a father. Got it? And please stop messing around with Rachel. You know how much she wants you, the lust burning in her heart like a deprived cougar. Just tell her to stop! You're MY MAN!"
As she said these last two words, she lashed out at me, almost slapping my made-up face (thanks to Kurt!) but I Matrix-ed my way out of that predicament.
"Dude! What's up with you? You are especially mean now that the baby is less than a week away! You just need to take a chill pill!" I defended, touching my face where the slap would've landed.
"Whats up with me?! WHAT'S UP WITH ME? You're the one who talks like you're a surfer and doesn't realize how much stupid pain I'm in. I mean, I even had to pick up an extra shift at Sheets 'N Things. How are we going to get Day Care so that we can finish school?" She looked down at her rotund stomach, stroking it gently.
Mr. Shuester rushed in, hair awry, tie askew, and said, "Showtime everybody!"
