bonjour, or something...

Puck: Fine.

Puck: Well fuck, Quinn, what do you want, for me to stop by now?!

Puck: So you'd rather not be stuck with me?

Puck: How many times do I have to tell you that whether either of us like it or not, you're stuck with me?

Puck: You could've thought that I just needed time to think.

Puck: It's not like I ran away for good! I'm not your douchebag father!

Puck: Why don't you get that I'd never see you like that?! Jesus, Quinn, yeah, you have cancer. But you're also the girl who helped me pass my math class freshman year. You're the girl who always wore my number at football games. You're the girl I was crazy enough to fall in love with. But if you wanna be seen as just the girl who has cancer, then that's how I'll see you. Til then, you're not!

Puck: What do you want from me, Quinn? We're best friends for years, then there was the whole love thing, and you told me you trusted me. Obviously you don't if you kept this from me for three years, thinking I was gunna leave if you told me.

Puck: You made it seem that way.

Puck: What, do you only count times when we have decent conversations as talking.

Puck: Well, I talked to you, didn't I?

Puck: Cause I haven't slept in days and I haven't talked to you in a while.

Puck: What's up?

Puck: Hey.

Puck: Guess I'll leave you alone, then.

Puck: What's up...?

Puck: Hey.