I…I’m sorry Miss Santana. I just got a bit upset. It’s not my fault Brittany’s missing. I’m just as concerned as you...
What the hell did you just say to me? So now you’re saying it’s my fucking fault that we don’t know where Brittany is?...
gonna stop this right...before shit hits the fan. Rory, let us
In my defense, Santana, I did mention many times I was alone last night. Maybe if you weren’t so busy gettin’ drunk we’d...
Are you an idiot, or does that idiotic cowboy hat squeeze your head so tight you lost a few bolts in your head? I’ve...
Um…um, last night, Miss Santana. I… assumed she was with you….
What the hell do you mean, Brittany hasn’t come home? You mean from her dance lessons this morning, or last night? Shit...
If it gets too bad I wouldn’t mind some company over at the Pierce’s. It’s been pretty lonely, since Miss Brittany...
You seem to forget that...her mother. San’s got nothing on that.
It’s cool with me. Be warned: Santana is not in a good mood. At all.
Sure thing. I’ll get you some water and aspirin and shit.
I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I just want to nurse this.
The before was even worse. I’ve never seen you that fucked up.
You’re losing your touch, Lopez. But seriously, what the hell happened while I was gone? You normally leave some warning...