Contém spoilers, se não assistiu toda a primeira temporada.
Essa é uma das mais belas e emotivas cenas já produzidas pra TV, do último episódio da primeira temporada de Glee, uma das séries mais originais de todos os tempos, uma comédia musical nonsense extremamente cativante, e de pensamento liberal e saudável.
Glee = alegria; alegria causada pela desgraça alheia; um estilo de música coral. Stutter = gagueira. Closeted = enrustido, que não saiu do armário. Diva = diva: grande cantora considerada uma "deusa". Cheerios = nome do grupo de animadoras de torcida da série. So did I = eu também. Toss = jogar, arremessar. Dumpsters = caçamba de lixo. Getting slushied = ter gelo/algo gelado jogado na cara. Veja aqui um GIF animado. Look up to = admirar e respeitar. Model myself after = em quem me espelhar. In all of us = em todos nós.
Schoolgirl = colegial. Biting nails = comer unha. Live on and on = continuar a existir. Taken you from = tirou você do, levou você do. Crayon = lápis de cor. Soar = subir vertiginosamente. Sir = como se dirige a um professor ou se refere a ele, (por inferência) professor ou mestre. To sir = ao mestre. I would rather = eu preferiria que.
MATT: In the beginning of this year, I was just another football player. TINA: I had a stutter. MERCEDES: I was a closeted diva. QUINN: I used to be captain of the Cheerios. MIKE: I was afraid to dance outside my room. SANTANA: I hated everyone in this club. BRITTANY: So did I. KURT: I wasn't honest about who I was. PUCK: I was tossing kids into dumpsters. ARTIE: I had never kissed a girl before. RACHEL: I was getting slushied. FINN: I didn't, I didn't have a father, someone I could look up to, model myself after, someone who could show me what it really meant to be a man. RACHEL: We don't care what the judges say. We won. Because we had you as a teacher. MERCEDES: And Glee Club will never end, Mr. Shue, because... you are Glee Club and you're in all of us now.
Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone. But in my mind, I know they will still live on and on. But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume? Oh, it isn't easy, but I'll try.
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters, That would soar a thousand feet high, "To Sir, With Love".
The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end. And as I leave, I know that I am leaving my best friend. A friend who taught me right from wrong and weak from strong, that's a lot to learn. What can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start, But I would rather you let me give my heart to sir, with love.