Santana (walks up to Quinn): Um, Quinn, what is wrong with you?
Quinn (high): Heeeelllllooooo, Keeeennndddddrrrraaaaa.
Santana: Quinn, will you stop acting stupid? You know me. Santana. We're in the Unholy Trinity with Brits, remember?
Quinn (high, fast): OMG, I just now realized that grits is my favorite breakfast food in all eternity. Grits...grits...grits--
Santana: What the hell? No. I'm talking about Brittany.
Quinn (high): I'm gonna get me some grits...
(Santana watched Quinn walk away, dazed. She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest.)
Santana's Thoughts: What's happened to our...
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