Quinn: Mom?! What are you doing here?
Mrs. Fabray: I came to watch you sing. And you were amazing!
Quinn: I...thank you...
Mrs. Fabray: ....I left your father. He was cheating on me with some tattooed freak. But I was thinking, sweetie, why don't you come home? We can set up the guest room as a nursery and things will be the same as before! We don't need your father! It will just be you and me! That *bleep* man kicked out his own daughter in your time of need! I'm making this right....Quinnie, say something.
Quinn: ....my water just broke.
Rest of the team:

oh sh*t....
Tina: I need to close my locker but it will sound like a gunshot.
Mercedes: Ugh, tell me about it. The party was Friday and today's Monday and we still have hangovers.
Santana: I was dry heaving all weekend. When my mom asked what it was, I told her I was practicing bird calls.
Mike: I've been barfing all weekend.
Tina: Don't say barf.
Mike: I told my mom I had the flu and she made me a traditional tea. Of panda hair.
Santana: Ewww. I caught a whiff of hairspray this morning and went full Linda Blair in the girl's bathroom.
Artie: Hey ya'll, got some bloody mary's.
Mercedes: The last thing I want is another drink.
Artie: It'll help with your hangover. It's what bloody mary's are for. Hair of the dog that dun bit your ass.
Brittany: Sex isn't dating. If it was, Santana and I would be dating.