Anyway, at this point Puck pipes up from the cheap seats like so: "Um. There's only one problem with that idea." "And what's that?" Mr. Schue squints. "DISCO SUCKS," the other children howl as one, and I'll let the lovely and talented Pleasesendpants from the forum boards handle this one for me: "Yes, children on this show. Please complain of the horrors of disco. And then do a couple more Lady Gaga numbers." Title card.

"I'm so distracted," Mr. Schue's voiceover confesses, "I can't even stage musical numbers on my scale-model Glee Club diorama." We've arrived in the music room, where Mr. Schue has placed said scale-model Glee Club diorama on the piano and as the various children natter away at each other in the background, Mr. Schue listlessly pushes around some articulated marionettes on his tiny stage while his voiceover continues: "Here we are, weeks away from graduation, and I've got three seniors in trouble." First of those seniors is Frankenteen, who has "all this talent, but no self-esteem" -- or so Mr. Schue's Voiceover would have us believe, despite two and a half years' worth of evidence to the contrary. Next up is Mercedes, who's "just as talented as Rachel and Kurt, but she doesn't have the vision," which... we'll go with, for now. And finally, Mr. Schue's Voiceover reaches Santana Lopez, who's "got all the ambition, but she doesn't have the focus." As if to prove this, the camera zeroes in on Santana's face as she tells Brittany, "Blaine's handsome brother said it best: College is a waste of time. I just wanna be famous, plain and simple -- don't even care how it happens, I just want everyone to know my name." This statement sets Our Miss Brit-Brit to thinking, which is always a bad sign, but before we get a chance to deal with that, Mr. Schue's Voiceover drags us over to...

...Sue's office and it turns out the voiceover was actually a monologue he'd been delivering to his Glee Club co-coach all along! Clever voiceover. "I feel like I'm out of ideas," Will pouts, and you're just realizing this now, you dipshit? Sue, unsurprisingly enough, agrees with me. "Let's be honest, William," she immediately shoots back at him, "you've been out of ideas since Madonna Week." She suggests he embrace that "lazy, horribly treacly style of teaching" that served him so well in the past and "assign them a famous album." "I did that last year," Will protests. "And your Rumours Week was a resounding success," Sue dryly notes, "in that it seemed to solve everyone's problems for about five minutes." I'd pause to wonder if I'm pissed off that Glee is here deploying a bit of meta-dialogue to mock its own obvious shortcomings -- which is cheap and vaguely insulting -- or if I'm pleased that at least one character on this show agrees with me. But if I did that, I'd miss Sue setting up tonight's musical theme, which she accomplishes like so: "How about the soundtrack that defined a generation? Wait for it -- Saturday Night Fever." "I love that album!" Will gawps before hastily adding, "But there's just one problem: They hate disco." "But they love swag," Sue points out and with that, we smear sideways to a brief montage of various characters offering the hideously greedy children jean jackets and mattresses and dinner for two at BreadstiX before smearing back to the present, where Sue concludes the scene by snarling, "Let's give 'em something to fight over!" Color Will stoked.