Mark: Hi, I’ve stolen your identity and I’ve been living as you for a week.
Julian: …
Mark: [starts crying]
Julian: [hugging him] hey, it’s okay…
Mark: [loud sobbing] How do you even get up in the morning?
Julian: Shh, I know, I know. It’s gonna be okay.
Henry: So, I heard you like bad boys?
Charlotte: Umm, no, not really-
Henry: Not to get you excited, but I don’t look both ways before I cross the street.
Charlotte: That’s very dangerous.
Henry: I know. I don’t really do that…
Jem: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it can do to your body!
Kit: It gets rid of the rust
Jem: That’s not how it works…
Kit: Well, I’ve been drinking soda all my life and my body is rust free… not sure where you’re getting your facts from.
i love how jessamine, despite being a prisoner of the silent city and terrified, still had it in her to sass tessa's fashion sense and the fact that she was making out with jem in the carriage. she's still kind of the best for that even if she's generally terrible.
Emma: Before you insult someone, walk a mile in their shoes, because then you’re a mile away and you have their shoes.
Diego: WHERE ARE MY SHOES?
Matthew: Welcome to the “I Hate Matthew Fairchild”-Club
Matthew: and I, of course, am the president.
Matthew: Alastair, what do you do?
Alastair: I just travel a bit... I'm a tourist, I suppose.
Matthew: So, you're unemployed?
Alastair: No...
Matthew: Have you got a job?
Alastair: Wha- no, not really, no...
Matthew: So, you ARE unemployed.
Matthew: But yet you still have enough money to dye your hair.
Group: *arguing*
Will: Calm down, you idiots wanna hear my plan or not?
[silence]
Will: That’s what I thought. So, make suggestions.
Tessa: But we thought you had a plan?
Will: MY plan is to crowdsource a plan, now it’s your turn
Matthew: So the police showed up and everybody ran, so I did, too.
Matthew: And I started climbing down this fire escape.
Matthew: And then I heard a cop yell to put your hands up,
Matthew: so I did and I fell... onto him.
Charles: Whenever I’m mad at Matthew I tighten the lids on all of our jars so that he has to ask me for help…
*sound of glass shattering, screaming from distance*
Charles: It hasn’t worked yet…
Will: How about have a seat? Maybe you'd like a glass of water?
Matthew: Anything with a little more kick?
Will: Seriously, Matthew, you're in my office.
Matthew: You're right. I don't know what I was thinking-
Will, pouring whisky in two glasses: You want ice, you're out of luck.
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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