Quinn: I feel sorry for Karofsky, but what he did was selfish. He didn't just want to hurt himself, he wanted to hurt everyone around him. I went through the wringer, but I never got to that place-
Kurt: Quinn, please. Sure, you had a baby when you were sixteen, and you had a bad dye job for two weeks, but seriously? The world never stopped loving you. And you're going to Yale. You've no idea what Karofsky was struggling with.
Quinn: You really want to try to compare-
Kurt: The despair, the self-loathing��
Quinn: It doesn't matter. I just can't imagine things getting so messed up that you would consider taking your own life.
Kurt: That is so harsh and reductive. Have some compassion.

Quinn: I like what Kurt stands for, and Brittany's insane, but just like my dad always voted for the candidate who was least ethnic, I'm voting for the one who's most girl. [checks off Brittany on the card]
Mercedes: Brittany is my home Troubletones girl but thank God for secret ballots because if Santana's girlfriend wins this election I'll never going to hear the end of it. [checks off Kurt on the card]

Quinn: I made a mistake with Puck. You should have been my first.

Quinn: I respect you. I had to get a nose job and go on a crazy diet to walk around this school like I own it and you just do it.
Lauren: I have to admit. I have considered going blonde.

Quinn: I said what you wanted me to say. And he shot me down. Congratulations, he must really love you.

Quinn: I said, say my name.
Sam: [imagining Beiste]
Beiste: [wearing a cheerleader suit] I said, say my name.
Sam: Beiste.
Quinn: [stops kissing Sam] Are you okay?

Quinn: I screwed up by letting Puck get me pregnant. He's an idiot and his mother won't let me eat bacon.

Quinn: I'm not going to sit around and watch you ruin your life by marrying Finn Hudson.

Quinn: I'm the president of the celibacy club. I took a vow.
Puck: So did Santana and Brittany. And I did them.

Quinn: I'm torn.
Santana: Well, I'm not.
Brittany: I'm Brittany.

Quinn: I've been down this path before. I know this feeling. L-like I need you! Duets don't work for me. And I don't need you. What I NEED is to find a way to keep Santana off my heels. What I NEED is to find new ways to torture Rachel.

Quinn: Is it? Guys whisper behind our backs about how we look everyday. They objectify us all the time.
Santana: Yeah, earlier today Artie asked if he could make a gigantic omelet when I'm done with the ostrich eggs I'm smuggling in my bra.

Quinn: Is this hot enough for you?

Quinn: Jesus never said anything about gay people. That's a fact.

Quinn: Just wait, look what happened to me.