"What song are we even singing? I never know."

"I don't either, Matt. Just mouth 'Watermelon' and dance. It's Schue-proof. He's to preoccupied by Finn to notice us anyways."

"Speaking of dancing, nice shoes."

"Wanna fuck?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"It's a pick-up line. You know, 'Nice shoes, wanna fuck?'"

"Mike, you're an idiot."

"It's part of my charm."

"Sure."

"It is. You're just jealous cause Santana used it on me."

"And you said no."

"You know why I said no."

"I do."

"Um, I think the song's over."

"Oh, shit. How long were we dancing after it stopped?"

"Only a few seconds. I don't think anyone but Kurt noticed. Oh, and Brit. Maybe. I can't tell if she's looking at me or the motivational posters on the wall."

"Oh, she's looking at the dolphin one. She was talking yesterday about how she stares at it when Mr. Schue starts to talk because she never understands what he's talking about."

"Oh, Brittany."

"We should probably listen, I think he's saying something kind of important."

"Oh. Hey, wanna come over after football?"

"Yeah, sure, what do you wanna do?"

"We could practice dance moves…or play video games or something. You know. Whatever."

"Dancing sounds cool."

"Cool."