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[ Sighs. ] I accidentally drunk-dialed a woman I can't stand, who has basically been making my life a living hell and played the call over the intercom at the school I teach at.

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[ Arches a brow quizzically, but half-smiles lightly. ] What's that? A really strong hangover remedy?

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[ Smirks a little. ] Well, I'll take your word for it.

You know, I don't think we've officially met. I'm Will Schuester, but I'm guessing you already knew that.

"That" meaning Coach Sylvester.

You ought to know better, Mr. Schue. If you're going to drink, hide your cell phone.

[ Sighs. ] Trust me, I know, but when you're as drunk as I was, everything seems like a good idea.

I really hope this doesn't make me a terrible role model for all of you.

I don't think you really need to worry about that, Mr. Schue. Most of us had some pretty terrible role models to begin with. Even if that made you one? You'd be joining a long list.

That's... not very encouraging, Quinn. [ Smirks ever-so-slightly. ] You all deserve to have good role models in your lives. If not at home, you should at least be able to find people you can look up to at school.

I know we're not always that great at showing it, but we do look up to you, Mr. Schuester. Everybody messes up, but most adults don't own up to it. You always have. Besides, you got Puck and Santana to sign those pledge cards. If nothing else, you should be proud of that.

[ His expression softens a little. ]

Well, thank you Quinn. I guess that was a pretty big accomplishment.

And at least I'm proof that even though I might be an adult and legally able to drink if done responsibly... too much alcohol is hardly ever a good thing.

You also taught us that if we do go out, we should probably hide our cellphones. [What? She doesn't want to drunk dial anyone]

[ Half-laughs slightly, running a hand over his forehead. ] God, I'm so humiliated. Everyone at the school thinks I'm an alcoholic now.

Nothing good ever comes out of drunk dialing.

Not everyone. It was one night, Mr. Schue, and you're an adult. You're allowed to go out and have fun if you want to.

...I kind of felt bad for you, Mr. Schue.

But that was fuckin' hilarious.

[ Will cringes at Puck's colorful use of language, but he only sighs inwardly. ]

Thanks, Puck. I guess I'm glad someone enjoyed it.

It would have been funny if it was anybody. It just sucks that it was you. I mean, we all know how you feel about the hot guidance counselor.

I'm really sorry Coach Sylvester played that on the intercom, Mr. Schue... And I'm really sorry that brain bleach doesn't exist for the things we all heard...

Thanks, Tina... I think. [ Yes, he's still very embarrassed. See, kids - alcohol really IS bad for you. ]