he smells like a winner.

                  “Your hair really is quite shiny. Is that an artistic choice? Are you planning on using it as a reflective surface of some kind ? Like a human disco ball? If you think that’s going to outshine me, no pun intended, then you are sorely mistaken, petit homme. I am ready to crush you, like a bug. I want you to know that, you and your shiny hair.”

“I–What does most of that even mean?  No.  I’m not going to use it as a human disco ball.  Who does that?  There’s nothing wrong with my hair..  Judging by half your teammates styling it the exact same way.  So…  What you’re saying is there’s no chance of friendly competition for the sake of two show choir affectionados?  Okay.  I get it.  I guess–if you’re planning on crushing me..?  You better wear heavy boots because the New Directions won’t be going down without a fight.  And–by the way–if you’re really French?  Where did your accent go?”