Lucie: Ok, you need to start telling me why-
Grace: It’s better if I don’t tell you
Lucie: Better for who? Cause I’m not loving it. Friends, we tell each other things. There’s an exchange of information, leading to intimacy.
Grace:
Lucie: OK. Sometimes, when I’ve run out of toilet paper, I use sliced bread to clean myself. If I run out of that, I use slices of ham. It’s like a poor man’s wet wipe. I’m sharing that with you.
Grace, horrified: I really wish you hadn’t
Will: I don’t play favorites
[at the dinner table]
Tessa: Jem, can you pass the salt-
Will: Seriously, Tess! What the hell? You really have the audacity to doubt my beloved Jem’s ability to pass the salt? Let me tell you, James Carstairs is a GOD and he can do everything he sets his beautiful mind to, okay? Never let me hear you say such things again!
Tessa:
Jem:
Charlotte:
Church:
Will, sighing: I’m really sorry you had to go through that, Jem. Just so you know I’m here for you and I love you
Kit: Hey, hey, hey
Ghost!Will: Kit, stop it, I’m serious-
Kit: I’m dancing on your bridge!
Ghost!Will: Just listen
Kit: fuck yOU goat man!
Kit, holding a baby carrot like a cigarette: I’m just… over it, you know?
Ty: So as some of us know, Julian may appeal a little scary…
Kit: “A little”? That boy's a stone cold Slytherin
Matthew: I would walk through fire for the Merry Thieves!
Matthew: Well, not FIRE because it’s dangerous, but like a super humid room
Matthew: Not too humid because… you know, my hair
Will: I have returned from the supermarket. In the fruit and vegetables section I found these flowers I thought you might like
Tessa: *awkwardly takes the plants*
Tessa: Thank you, Will… Except they don’t sell flowers in the fruits and vegetables section.
Tessa, smelling at the leaves: Yes, I knew it. This is cilantro.
Alastair: Damn right, I'm pretty
Matthew: I said "petty"
Thomas: Where do you want to be in five years, Alastair?
Alastair: *under his breath* Hopefully in your bed
Thomas: What was that?
Alastair: I sAid HoPEFULLY DEAD!
Alastair: It's Thomas' turn to be out in the world, interact with other grown-ups. While I get to stay home and plot the death of Dora the Explorer...
Alastair: ... fill her backpack with bricks and throw her into the Candy Cane River.
Why pick one favorite character when you can simply adopt every single one of them (except for the Dearborns, they go straight into the trashcan)?
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