Quinn: -On the phone- How the hell did you get this number?
Phone Call:
Puck: My brother. He is there remember.
Quinn: Jake.
Puck: I will be coming to watch one show and then you are coming home.
Quinn: Puck, I am married and I have children with Sam now.
Sam: -Comes in and hears the name Puck- Is that Noah?
Quinn: -Turns around to see Sam-
Sam: Is it?
Quinn: -Nods-
Sam: Can I?
Quinn: -Gives it to him-
Sam: -Picks up the phone- What do you want Puck?
Puck: Oh look wo it is, the Lima looser who took my daughter away from me.
Sam: Puck, give it up.
Puck: She is my daughter. Beth Puckerman.
Sam: Beth Evans. I thought you were in jail.
Puck: Nope. Now, I hope to see my daughter in Jake's room by the time I get there.
Sam: Come near us and so help me God, I will call the cops and get you off parole.
Puck: -Chuckles- Too late not. I am off parole anyways. Bye! -Hangs up-
Sam: -Hangs up and turns around to put the phone down, slamming it-
Quinn: -Gets nervous- Sam.. -Walks over and rubs his back-
Sam: -Turns to look at her- How could you pick up?
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