All language subtitles for Glee.S01E19 eng

So here's what you missed last week:

Puck had to shave his mohawk
and people started picking on him

so he started dating Mercedes to seem cool again,
because she was on the Cheerios!

- But then she quit.
- It's just not who I am.

Finn's mom Carol is dating
Kurt's dad Bert

which was totally Kurt's idea,
but then Kurt got mad that

- Bert and Finn started hanging out.
- I miss you, Dad

Rachel hurt her voice and couldn't sing, and she
kind of thought that was the only thing that was important.

I need applause to live.

But then Finn introduced her
to a friend who showed her

that there's a lot worse things
to lose than your voice.

- I compensate with humor.
- And that's what you missed on Glee.

(bell ringing)
Hey, you wanted to see me?

William, there's someone
I'd like to introduce you to.

He's the newest member

of our school board.

And he'd like to speak to you.

Will Schuester,
meet Mr. Bryan Ryan.

We've met.

WILL:
Bryan Ryan.

We went to school together, and
he made my life a living hell.

He was two years older.

Dated every girl I liked.

Got every solo.

♪ Cheer up, Sleepy Jean. ♪

♪ Oh, what can it mean? ♪

♪ To a daydream believer ♪

♪ and a homecoming queen... ♪

What's the matter, Schuester,
cat got your talent?

(forced chuckle)

I'm here to do an audit
of our curriculum, Will.

We may need to cut
some of our district's

- art programs.
- It's really just

a formality, William.

No, it's not.
We'll probably cut the Glee Club.

What?!

But... but you were
in the Glee Club.

Show choir was your life.

It was, Will.

And after I graduated,
I hit the big time.

I was a featured soloist

at King's Island in
The Dooble-Dee-Doo Musical Revue.

We were a smash.

Then for three years,

I did the cruise ship circuit.

But when that dried up,

I realized I had been sold
a bill of goods.

Nine years later,

I woke up
on a urine-stained mattress

in the West Lima crack district.

Then...

something amazing happened.

I was introduced to Jesus.

He was my Honduran
social worker.

I straightened up,

put down the pipe,

met the love of my life, Wilma,

and now I run a successful
used Hummer dealership.

Don't make that face.

Global warming's a theory.

(exhales)

And four nights a week,

I run a show choir conversion group.

Hi, I'm Brenda.

And it's been 42 days
since I sang a show tune.

GROUP:
Hi, Brenda.

Years ago when I
auditioned to play

Miss Adelaide in Guys and Dolls,

I was asked to take my top off.

Evidently, that is not...
customary.

And... that's when
I started huffing glue.

My name is Russell.
I'm a Glee Club survivor.

Whenever anything bad would happen,

I would just say,
"Let's put on a show."

Well, guess what?

"Puttin' on a show!"

about your father's
prostate cancer

(voice cracking):
will actually just make
him more depressed

about the situation.

Show choir kills.

I just want to have
a talk with your kids.

Make sure you're not
building up their hopes

just to have them knocked down.

What if I say no?

Just let him speak
to the kids, William.

Let Mr. Bryan Ryan contribute
to the marketplace of ideas.

What's the worst
that can happen?

WILL:
Okay, guys, listen up.

This is Mr. Ryan.

He's a member
of the school board,

and he would like
to say a few words.

I... I just want you guys
to listen critically

and know that
what he's saying

is just one of
many opinions.

Take out a piece of paper.

And on that paper,
I want you to write down

your biggest dream.

A dream that means so much,

you're afraid to admit it
even to yourself.

Your dream is never going to happen.

91% of you

will spend your entire lives
living in Allen County, Ohio.

So unless you wrote down
that your dream was

to "work for a mid-market
health insurance provider"

or "find an entry level job
in an elderly care facility,"

you're going to be
very disappointed.

This is really depressing.

I'm going to guess that
a lot of your dreams

involve "showbiz."

Well, let me tell you.

Showbiz dreams are the most
unrealistic of them all.

But... that's what I want
to do with my life.

Oh, look, I'm not trying
to hurt your feelings,

I'm just trying to spare you
disappointment.

I think we get your point.

Aw, well, Schuester here's
a prime example.

He used to have that glimmer
of hope in his eyes

that I can see right now
in all of yours.

But he couldn't make it happen for himself,

so he now has to try
and convince you all

that it will happen for you.

Guess what?

His dream didn't work out.

And neither will yours.

(sobbing)

Okay, you're done here.

You would be wise
to show me some respect.

You've said your piece.

Now get out.

Well, Schuester,
I should thank you.

You've made my decision
about which program to cut

a lot easier.

(bell ringing)

Thanks.

Godard on Godard?

He was the master
of the French New Wave.

I was figuring that since I'm
never going to become a star

as a performer, maybe I could
become one behind the camera.

Did you know Christopher
Reeve directed a movie

after his accident?
In the Gloaming.

Didn't see it.

Oh, me neither. Too depressing.

Is that what you
wrote as your dream?

Before Bryan Ryan crumpled it up
and tossed it in the trash?

Yes.

Why are you lying to me?

After everybody left,

I went back for my book bag

and something stopped me.

That was supposed to be private.

I don't understand you.

You're always talking about
wanting to get with me,

but you won't be honest with me
about your hopes and dreams.

I'm in a wheelchair,
but I'm still a guy.

What's the difference?

I'm never going to
actually become a dancer.

My legs are never
going to work again.

It was stupid.

I was thinking...

Mr. Shue is so busy
dealing with Bryan Ryan

that he didn't give us
an assignment for the week.

So, why don't we do
one on our own?

A dance number.

You want to dance with me?

You were pretty hot
in "Proud Mary."

Why don't we try and
kick it up a few notches.

Hi.

Hi.

How was your spring break?

Good.

It's good to be back.

What were you just rehearsing?

A guy came to Glee Club to talk
to us about dreams.

Luckily, I've known mine
since I was four.

I'm going to play three
parts on Broadway...

Evita, Funny Girl
and Laurey in Oklahoma.

I was just practicing her
dream ballet with Curly.

It's what I do when I'm feeling
a little stressed.

That's not a dream.

A dream is something that
fills up the emptiness inside.

The one thing that you
know if it came true,

all the hurt would go away.

You singing
"Don't Cry For Me Argentina,"

in front of a sold-out
crowd, isn't a fantasy.

It's an inevitability.

(chuckles)

I thought you'd
never come back.

And miss all your drama?

Never.

(bell ringing)

So what is it, your dream?

I don't know.

Well, then go inside,
find it and ask it what it's gonna take.

Why are you pushing this?

Because you're my girlfriend,

and I want to know all your secrets.

When you lie awake at night,
what's missing?

My mom.

Your mom?

You mean like you
want to meet her?

I just would like
to know who she is.

I don't really need
to meet her or anything,

but maybe just find out her name or...
something about her.

Hmm.

It's silly.

It's not like it's going to
happen or anything.

Why?

Well, just because my dads
never told me anything,

and I didn't want
to ask them anything

'cause I didn't want
to hurt their feelings.

So let's check it out
without them knowing.

Do you know why
I came back to school here?

To win another
national title

and make all your
dreams come true.

If this is one of them,

then I'm not going
to stop until it happens.

(piano playing lively tune)

(wheels make tap shoe-like
tapping sound)

(boombox beeps, shuts off)

My tap wheels suck.

I thought
we sounded pretty good.

You did.

I sound like someone
put tap shoes on a horse

and then shot it.

Will you bring me those?

I borrowed them
from John Hubner.

The kid with cerebral palsy?

They're his extra pair.

Help me get up on them.

Have you ever used
anything like these before?

No, but I have superhuman
upper body strength

from using my wheelchair.

If I can just get up,

I think I can use my arms
to get around the room.

Come on. You said

we were going to
kick it up a notch.

Dreams aren't
supposed to be easy.

I'm going to try
to take a step.

Okay.

You're doing it.

Are you okay?

Go away.

Let me bring
your chair over.

Just go... away.

You shouldn't have
done this to me.

You pushed me
to do this.

I'm sorry.

Just go away, please.

(sniffles)

(bell ringing)

Hey, Bryan.

Hello, Will.

Just taking stock of
the home ec supplies.

You see, our
home ec program

teaches practical skills
like food service preparation.

Can't feed a child
sheet music, Will.

I mean, I suppose you
could for a while, but...

they'd be dead in a month.

I'd like to buy you a beer.

Oh.

No, no.

I want to convince you
that you're wrong.

You won't.

Then... for old times' sake?

I found her.

Your mother? Where?

In the library.

I've been researching her all
morning, and as I suspected,

my intuition has
been proven correct.

My mother is Broadway legend
Patti Lupone.

I've always had
a deep connection

to Ms. Lupone...
her choice of roles and songs.

I decided to do a little math

to see if her being my mother
was even possible.

I was born December 18, 1994.

1994 was a big year for Mother.

She was a sensation
in Pal Joey.

But that was in New York;
I was born in Ohio, you say.

Well, Mother took many breaks

from the show to tour
with Mandy Patinkin.

That April found them
at the EJ Thomas Hall

in Akron, Ohio, for
a standing room performance...

nine months before I was born.

Are you saying that your fathers
impregnated Patti LuPone

in the Marriott in Akron?

Was Mandy Patinkin in on this?

All you have to do is
look at pictures of her

in her performance
in Master Class in 1996.

Look at the pain in her eyes
and the hurt she's feeling

from giving up her obviously
talented little girl.

One question:
What was in it for her?

M... Money, a sense of charity
for those in need?

I don't know.

Guess you're right.

Do you want to hear my research

that proves that my mother
is Bernadette Peters?

Why are you so afraid
about finding the truth?

I don't know, I guess
I just don't want to think

that my mother is some
teenage trollop like Quinn,

or worse, some skanky girl
who would do anything for money,

including giving me up.
Why does it

have to be one
of those choices?

Maybe she had a really good
reason for doing what she did.

We need to do a
real investigation.

Like, CSI real.

Do you have

any baby stuff in your house,

something that might
give us a clue?

My fathers kept
every piece of paper

related to my life in files
and cabinets in our basement.

It's sort of a little
Rachel Berry museum.

Perfect.

We'll start there.

WILL:
You were a big deal at McKinley.

("Dream Weaver" by Gary Wright
playing quietly)

You had all the moves...

You were one of those dudes

where all the guys
wanted to be you

and all the girls
wanted you.

Not all of them.

Really?

All right, wh... who was
the one that got away?

Terri Delmonico.

You remember her?

(coughing)

Yeah.

Yeah, she was,
she was cool.

Oh...

- I married her.
- No way.

Yeah.

It didn't really
work out though.

Wow. I'm sorry to hear that.

She was great.

I... I really loved her,

and, you know, just...
just grew apart.

Do you know what gave
me the strength to...

finally get out of a
terrible marriage?

Music.

Meeting those kids.

Coaching Glee Club.

No, you're right.

I... I'm... I'm never
going to be on Broadway.

And maybe the same is going to
go for most of those kids.

But that's
not the point.

Glee Club...

it's not just about
expressing yourself

to everyone else.

It's about expressing
yourself to yourself.

I'm living a lie.

What?

(sniffles)
I miss it so much!

I am miserable.

Ever since I stopped performing,
I cannot stand my life!

Three times a year,
I tell my wife

I'm going off to a business
trip, I sneak out to New York,

I see a bunch of
Broadway shows.

I have a box of Playbills

hidden away
in my basement, Will.

Like porn.

(sobs)

(chokes up)

What are you doing?

(coin clinks)

("Piano Man"
by Billy Joel playing)

You remember?

Sectionals, 1992.

You sang this song

alone on stage, just
you and a piano.

I mean, I... I know this
isn't quite as theatrical,

but you're gonna sing
it again right now.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

♪ It's 9:00 on a Saturday. ♪

♪ The regular crowd shuffles in ♪

♪ There's an old man sitting next to me ♪

♪ Making love to his tonic and gin ♪

(laughs)

♪ He says,
"Son, can you play me a memory?" ♪

♪ "I'm not really sure how it goes." ♪

♪ "But it's sad and it's sweet,
and I knew it complete" ♪

♪ when I wore a younger man's clothes." ♪

♪ La, la, la, de, de, da... ♪

♪ La, la, de, de, da, da, dum... ♪

♪ Sing us a song,
you're the piano man ♪

♪ Sing us a song tonight. ♪

♪ Well, we're all in the mood for a melody, ♪

♪ and you've got us feeling all right. ♪

Whatever happened to you
in the past, it's over.

You've got to give it
another shot.

Lima Theatre Guild is doing
a production of Les Miz.

Auditions are Friday,

and both of us are trying out.

All right? Oh, oh, okay.

Hey.

Sorry about yesterday.

No, I'm sorry.

I do a pretty good job
of being in denial

about the hopelessness
of my condition.

I think I just
kind of freaked out

when I actually
had to face it.

Who says it's
hopeless?

Like, every doctor
I've ever seen.

Maybe they're the wrong doctors.

I went online and did
some research about

the new treatments
on spinal cord injuries.

Did you know that some
doctors are implanting

electrical stimulators
in patients' bodies

to recover hand
movements?

My hands work.

They're just starting to
develop the technology.

But in a year, five
years, who knows?

And some scientists at UC
San Diego were actually able

to regenerate a rat's
damaged spinal cord.

There are hundreds
of studies

going on right now
using stem cells.

I guess I just
wanted to tell you

not to give up
on your dream.

If you can imagine it,

it can come true.

What took you so long?

Your dads will
be home soon.

There was so much
stuff in the basement,

it's like a shrine.

It's creepy and flattering
at the same time.

But these boxes had the
earliest dates on them, so...

(gasps)

My baby teeth.

Look.

Is that me?

- Looks like you.
- Oh.

I think you're
in fifth position.

Makes sense. My dad
says they used to

play Vivaldi into
my mother's belly.

Put that there.

(gasps)

My first singing
competition.

I came in
first place.

You were eight months old.

I was very musically verbal.

Cute little baby shoes.

What's this?

"From Mother to Daughter."

Oh, my God, she wrote this.

She held this in her hand.

Wh... What are you doing?

- Playing the tape.
- No!

Why not?
She wanted you to hear this.

I... I'm not ready.

Look, this is all
happening too fast.

What if she's singing
on the tape?

What if she's terrible?

Or worse, what if
she's better than me?

I can't believe we're so close
to your dream coming true,

- and you're running away from it.
- No.

It's, it's my choice.

It's... it's my life, and...

No, I'm... I'm not ready.

Jessie, I think
that you should go.

(piano playing "Big Spender")

♪ The minute you walked in the joint, ♪

♪ I could see you were
a man of distinction. ♪

(buzzing lips)
♪ A real big spender ♪

(warming up voice)
♪ Good-looking... ♪

Hey, buddy.
Glad you showed up.

Please don't distract me.

I'm trying out for the
role of Jean Valjean.

So am I.

Really?

♪ So let me get right to the point ♪

BRYAN:
What song do you plan on singing?

I was going to sing
"The Impossible Dream."

Wow, really? Interesting.

So am I.

But then,

I decided on

Aerosmith's "Dream On."

Yeah, me, too.
That's what I'm gonna sing.

WILL:
Are you kidding me right...

Is there a problem out here?

Yeah, there's a problem;
this guy just stole my song!

Uh, I don't know this man.
His caretaker just stepped away.

I overheard her mention
he's a sex offender.

Oh, you're gonna need
a caretaker in a second, buddy.

I run a dry cleaners.

I can only keep it closed for

- 30 minutes at a time.
- Thank you.

Sing it as a duet.

(band playing "Dream On")

♪ Every time that I look in the mirror, ♪

♪ all these lines on my face
getting clearer. ♪

♪ The past is gone. ♪

♪ It went by like dusk to dawn. ♪

♪ Isn't that the way? ♪

♪ Everybody's got their dues
in life to pay... ♪

♪ Yeah, I know. ♪

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ where it comes and where it goes. ♪

♪ I know everybody's sin. ♪

♪ You got to lose to know how to win. ♪

♪ Half my life's ♪

♪ in books' written pages. ♪

♪ Lived and learned ♪

♪ from fools and from sages. ♪

♪ You know it's true. ♪

♪ All the things ♪

♪ come back to you. ♪

♪ Sing with me, sing for the year, ♪

♪ sing for the laughter,
sing for the tear. ♪

♪ Sing with me if it's just for today. ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow
the good Lord will take you. ♪

♪ Away-ay-ay... ♪

♪ Yeah, dream on, dream on, dream on. ♪

♪ Dream until
the dream comes true-ue...! ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on, ♪

♪ Dream until your dream comes through! ♪

♪ Yeah, dream on, ♪

♪ Dream on. ♪

♪ Dream on. ♪

♪ Dream on ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on... ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! ♪

DUNCAN:
Thank you. We'll let you know.

I can't believe
I just bought tap shoes.

Think of them as
an investment in your future.

Do you want a pretzel?

Hell, yes, woman.

They're upstairs.

Do you mind waiting down here
while I go get them?

As long as
you're buying.

Wait.

I need to tell you something.

I went to the doctor yesterday,

and he started me
on all of the therapies

that you researched for me.

Really?

But guess what?

They're working.

Oh, my God.

Artie, you can walk!

I've spent so many years
dreaming about what I'd do

if I could get up
out of the chair.

And now that I can,

all I want to do is... dance.

(techno-pop playing)

(echoing):
♪ S... ♪

♪ A... ♪

♪ F... ♪

♪ E... ♪

♪ T... ♪

♪ Y ♪

♪ Safety Dance! ♪

♪ We can dance if we want to. ♪

♪ We can leave your friends behind. ♪

♪ 'Cause your friends don't dance. ♪

♪ And if they don't dance,
well, they're no friends of mine ♪

♪ I say we can go where we want to. ♪

♪ A place where they will never find. ♪

♪ And we can act like
we come from out of this world, ♪

♪ leave the real one far behind. ♪

♪ And we can dance. ♪
♪ Dancez! ♪

♪ We can go where we want to. ♪

♪ And that is young, and so am I. ♪

♪ And we can dress real neat
from our hats to our feet. ♪

♪ And surprise 'em with a victory cry. ♪

♪ I say, we can act if we want to. ♪
♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ If we don't, nobody will. ♪

♪ And we can act real rude
and totally removed. ♪

♪ And I can act like an imbecile. ♪

♪ I say, we can dance, we can dance. ♪

♪ Everything's out of control ♪
♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ We can dance, we can dance,
doing it from wall to wall. ♪

♪ We can dance, we can dance,
everybody look at your hands. ♪

(clap once)

♪ We can dance, we can dance. ♪

♪ Everybody's taking the chan-an-ance. ♪

♪ It's Safety Dance! ♪

♪ Well, it's Safety Dance! ♪

♪ It's Safety Dance! ♪

♪ We can dance if we want to. ♪

♪ We've got all your life and mine. ♪

♪ As long as we abuse it,
never gonna lose it. ♪

♪ Everything'll work out right. ♪

♪ Say, we can dance, we can dance. ♪

♪ Everything's out of control. ♪
♪ Out of control! ♪

♪ We can dance, we can dance,
doing it from wall to wall. ♪
♪ Wall to wall! ♪

♪ We can dance, we can dance,
everybody look at your hands. ♪

(clap twice)

♪ We can dance, we can dance. ♪

♪ Everybody's taking
the chan-an-ance. ♪

DANCERS:
♪ With the Safety Dance,
with the Safety Dance. ♪

♪ With the Safety Dance. ♪

♪ With
the Safety Dance. ♪

♪ Oh, it's Safety Dance. ♪

♪ It's Safety Dance,
it's Safety Dance. ♪

♪ It's Safety Dance. ♪

(song ends)

You okay?

I'm gonna dance one day,
you know.

I know you are.

I thought you were gonna take
a hatchet to that Glee Club.

I was,
but you may have heard,

I plan on making my return
to the stage next month

in a local production of Les Miz,

and I've had something
of a personal awakening.

So I've decided
to examine all

of the extracurricular
activities here at this school,

and Sue, your Cheerios!
budget is out of control.

Let me remind you
of something, Mr. Ryan.

The Cheerios! sell tickets.

Not enough to offset your costs.

I am very tired of athletics
always taking a back seat.

When daily P.E. was cut
at this school,

no one batted an eye.

But cut a dance program,
cancel the school musical,

and suddenly there's an uproar.

I did a little research, Sue.

Did you know that studies have
shown that reading Shakespeare

might help kids learn physics?

That singing helps you
learn pitch,

which makes learning
a foreign language easier?

That when a kid picks up
a clarinet or a trumpet,

every region of the cerebral
cortex is stimulated?

Well, that's all very interesting,

but did you know that a third
of American teenagers are obese,

and only 2% of high schools
require any form

of daily physical
activity?

Where is your outrage
about that, Mr. Ryan?

Sports teach kids
how to work together,

teaches problem solving
and social skills,

it improves attendance,
not to mention grades,

particularly among
those students deemed

the most "at risk."

You've done your homework.

I'm an educator.

Now, I realize my methods
are unconventional,

but my record speaks for itself.

Is it a tad over the top to bill

the district for skydiving lessons

to have the Cheerios! parachuted
onto the football field?

Perhaps.

But what I do here
makes a difference.

Sue, you're an impressive woman.

I can't tell you how much
you turn me on right now,

You ever heard of the term
"anger sex"?

It's the only kind I know,
Bryan.

- I should tell you I'm married.
- Not a problem for me.

And I'm still cutting half your budget.

You win some, you lose some.

Should I lock the door?

No. Got a secret room upstairs.

Like Letterman.

She has the tape.

She won't listen to it.

What?

She has to listen to it.

That's the point of all this.

I'm doing my best!

Look, when you told me
to seduce her...

"Befriend" her was the word
I used, actually.

Whatever. The thing is,
I was into it

because I thought it would
be a good acting exercise,

but now I think
I kind of like her.

I don't want her to get hurt.

Look, one more week,
this will all be done;

you can come back to Vocal
Adrenaline where you belong.

I don't understand why you don't
just go up to her and say,

"Hi, my name's Shelby.
I'm your mom."

I signed a contract.

I can't contact her
until she's 18.

She has to come to me.

That's why she has
to listen to the tape.

Once she hears it,

she won't be able to sleep
until she finds me.

I answered an ad in the paper.

Nine months work here
would make me enough money

to live in New York
for two years.

Her dads seemed like nice guys,
so I went for it.

I never got to hold her.

And I only saw her for a second
when they were cleaning her off.

It was through
a bunch of nurses,

but she turned her little head,
and she looked at me.

I've failed as an actress.

My walls are lined with trophies

instead of wedding
pictures,

but through all of of that...

I only have one regret.

You get her to listen
to that tape.

You know, honestly,

the only students
that come and see me

on a scheduled
weekly basis are ones

that have been diagnosed

with psychological disorders,

like a certain junior female
that eats her own hair.

When I start walking,

I'm gonna need help
emotionally adapting

to my drastically
altered lifestyle.

Walking?

There are all these new
therapies for my condition.

I figure if I try them all,
one's bound to work.

Um...

you know, Artie, I have, um...

you know, I've read
your file before.

Um... the damage

to your spinal cord's
pretty severe.

Irreversible.

I think you know that.

I used to know that

until I saw the research.

Do you know how long
the testing process takes

for medical protocols like this?

At least ten years,

and-and that's before
they even start human trials.

So, you know, these...
these studies

really aren't even
in their infancies yet.

Look, I... I truly believe
that there's gonna be a doctor

that finds a cure
for what happened to you,

but I...
you know,

I don't think that's gonna be
for... a long time.

You know what? Um...
maybe you're right.

Maybe you should start coming
to see me once a week

for a while.

Thanks, Ms. Pillsbury.

Don't forget your, um, papers.

(school bell rings)

Guys, I've got good news.

I siphoned off funds
from the Cheerios!

and I took a little
shopping spree

through the
Jazzhands catalogue.

You know why?

'Cause the arts matter.

And I got custom-made

New Directions! jean jackets

and some rad tearaway dancewear.

Hello.

And every piece of sheet music

from every Broadway show
for the last 50 years.

Everything a show choir needs
to become champions.

Wow, that's just amazing.

Let's all give a hand
for Mr. Ryan.

RYAN:
Thank you. Thank you.

SUE:
Congratulations, Will.

I'm over the moon for you.

Thanks, Sue. I'm glad
you have a good attitude

about your budget
being cut.

No, no, I'm not
talking about that.

I came over here to congratulate
you on your new role.

Local director,
Herb Duncan,

does the dry cleaning
for the Cheerios!

and he let it slip

that you just landed
the lead in Les Miz!

Congratulations.

SUE:
Oh, I'm ecstatic.

And the good news
just keeps coming,

'cause you got a part, too, Bry.

The exciting role

of Townsperson.

And you got a line, too.

Way back here

in the second act,
you get to say...

"Hooray."

Congratulations,
both of you, really.

I can't wait for opening night.

WILL:
Wait, Bryan.

Congratulations, Will.

You're going to be great
in the show.

- Can we talk about this?
- Nothing to talk about.

I'm cutting the program.

Hooray!

Hooray...

Hey, Bryan. Can I talk
to you for a second?

Make it quick.
I'm rehearsing.

You know,
reviewing my single line.

I want to take
one last shot

at convincing you
not to cut the program.

Give it a rest, Will.

You think you're
helping these kids,

when all you're doing
is setting them up

to be jaded and bitter.

You're right.

Cut the program,
and they're certainly

more likely
to turn out like you.

I've grown weary of
your insults, Will.

They sting, and they make me
want to punch your face.

(sighing)
You remember high school?

Remember what it's like?

Those kids get labeled
the second

they walk through the door
freshman year.

Geek, punk,

jock, queer.

I've seen who these kids
in Glee Club really are.

No labels, no preconceptions,
their true spirits.

Yes, most of them
are not stars...

but they shine like them.

Do you know what happens
when a star dies, Bryan?

It doesn't just disappear.

It turns into this black hole,
this giant energy-sucking mass

that doesn't just collapse
in on itself; it takes away

any light that comes
close down with it.

You take away Glee,

you're not just putting out
those kids' lights;

you're creating 13 black holes.

(sighs)

I want you to take my part.

You should play Jean Valjean.

I want you to understand

how important the arts are
for a person's soul.

You're a black hole
right now.

Maybe this
will help you remember

what it's like to be a star.

So, what you're saying is,

you'll give me the part
if I don't cut the program.

Exactly.

Cool. Deal.

Oh, hey, sir. Hi.

I'm your new lead, and, uh,
I'd just like

to set up some ground rules
off the bat. First of all,

I have a lot of ideas.
And, uh, next,

I don't really take direction.

Jessie, what are you doing here?

I said that I was
going to help you

make your dreams come true.

No. I'm not ready.

Yes, you are.

("I Dreamed a Dream" plays)

SHELBY (on tape):
Hi, baby.

It's your mom.

I think this
pretty much says it all.

♪ I dreamed a dream ♪

♪ in time gone by, ♪

♪ when hope was high ♪

♪ and life worth living. ♪

♪ I dreamed that love ♪

♪ would never die, ♪

♪ I dreamed that God ♪

♪ would be forgiving. ♪

♪ Then I was young ♪

♪ and unafraid, ♪

♪ And dreams were made ♪

♪ and used and wasted. ♪

♪ There was no ransom ♪

♪ to be paid. ♪

♪ No song unsung, ♪

♪ no wine untasted. ♪

♪ But the tigers come at night, ♪

♪ But the tigers come at night, ♪

♪ with their voices soft as thunder. ♪

♪ As they tear your hope apart, ♪

♪ As they tear your hope apart, ♪

♪ as they turn your dream ♪

♪ to shame... ♪

♪ And still I dream ♪

♪ she'll come to me. ♪

♪ That we will live ♪

♪ the years together. ♪

♪ But there are dreams ♪

♪ that cannot be, ♪

♪ and there are storms ♪

♪ we cannot weather. ♪

♪ I had a dream ♪

♪ my life would be ♪

♪ so different
from this hell I'm living. ♪

♪ So different now ♪

♪ from what it seemed. ♪

♪ Now life has killed ♪

♪ the dream ♪

♪ I dreamed. ♪

TINA:
Artie, please, think about this.

I have.

You've worked too
hard on this routine

to have half a partner.

Fact is, any of
the guys in there

could dance my part better
than me without even rehearsing.

Well, except Finn.

But I want to dance with you.

I can't dance,
and I never will.

But... that's okay.

I'm never going to
dunk a basketball

or kill a lion, either.

I have to focus on dreams
that I can make come true.

I'm good, Tina.

Really.

Will you at least
sing the song?

Sure.

(school bell ringing)

All right, guys, listen up.

Tina has something
that she wants

to share with all
of us, but first,

I have an announcement to make.

You've all been reprieved.

Bryan Ryan isn't cutting Glee.

Yeah.

Did he die?

No. He didn't die.

He, uh, is going
to be distracted

for a couple months making
his star turn in Les Miz.

He got the lead role.

But I thought you got the lead.

I resigned.

It was the price
for keeping the club.

Sorry you had to do that,
Mr. Shue.

I'm not.

You know, th... the way I see it,

I'm trading my one dream

for the chance that all 13
of you might find yours.

I mean, come on... you can't
argue with those numbers.

So, let's start
with Tina's dream.

Come on up, Tina.

Tina, I understand
that you whipped up

a little dance number for us...

a breakout that we might use
at Regionals.

Yes.

You got a dance partner?

Mike Chang.

- Chang.
- Yeah!

Whoo!
Chang. All right.

All right, Chang!

("Dream A Little Dream of Me" plays)

♪ Stars shining bright above you. ♪

♪ Night breezes seem to whisper,
"I love you." ♪

♪ Birds singing in the sycamore tree ♪

♪ Dream a little dream of me. ♪

♪ Say nighty-night and kiss me. ♪

♪ Just hold me tight and
tell me you'll miss me. ♪

♪ While I'm alone and blue as can be, ♪

♪ dream a little dream of me. ♪

♪ Da-da-da, da-da-da... ♪

♪ Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. ♪

♪ Sweet dreams that leave
all worries far behind you. ♪

♪ But in your dreams, whatever they be, ♪

♪ dream a little dream of me,
dream a little dream of me. ♪