Gwendolyn, at Rosie's funeral: Could I have a moment alone… to say goodbye?
The rest of the gang, leaving: Of course, take as long as you need.
Gwendolyn, leaning closer to the coffin: Look, I know you're not actually dead, you jerk.
Rosie, from inside the coffin: Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
Sheryl: Oh my god! You're in love with Georgia, aren't you?
Madelyn: What have I ever done to give you the impression that I’m straight?
Harriet: I told you to stop doing that with the knives.
Sora, with knives, taped to her hands: But Wolverine has–
Harriet: I said stop.
Thomas: Who actually likes sour candy? Who says "I'm gonna eat this candy covered in pain salt and like it?"
James: Me. Feed me the pain salt.
Georgia: hugs Madelyn
Madelyn: What is this?
Georgia: Affection!
Madelyn, tearing up: Disgusting.
William: You're late
Thomas: You’re lucky I decided to come
Johnny, peeking under the bed: Ash? Are you ready to come out and interact with other people?
Ash: growling
Johnny: Understandable. I'll get you some leftovers
Georgia: How did they get this little cat into the phone?
Madelyn: Love, I know you know what the internet is.
Georgia: They used a net?
Madelyn: I saw you on Twitter an hour ago!
Joan: Tell her about the birds and bees
Sheryl, to Rosie: They're disappearing at an alarming rate
Thomas: enters a room
Ash: throws books, a pen, little rocks, and a gum wrapper
Thomas, ducking: WOULD YOU STOP?
Joan: Sheryl, just hand me the instructions.
Sheryl: THE INSTRUCTIONS ARE WRONG JOAN!
Jim: Why is it whenever I have fun, it's considered wrong?
Molly: Jim, when you have fun, people die.
Jim: I heard you like bad boys.
Sebastian: Um, yeah, but–
Jim: Well, I'm bad at everything.
Jim: winks with both eyes
Molly: He may seem like an arsehole, but deep down Jim is a good person.
Jim: And deeper down, I'm a bigger arsehole.
Jim: You amuse me. I will make you mine.
Sebastian: You mean like a boyfriend? Or like a slave?
Jim: …Yes.
Jim: There's nothing wrong with me.
Sebastian: Jim, you set Sheryl's flat on fire just to get her attention.
Jim:
Jim: ….Okay, I see your point.
Jim: I've got this completely under control.
Sebastian: …Is that why everything's on fire?
Georgia, standing in front of a locked door: Fortunately, I have a delicate lock-picking technique.
Georgia: Punches the door down
Madelyn: I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life.
Georgia: That’s a lie, but I still love you.