Kat: I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future.
Anne: Oh yeah? Then continue this.
Anne: I don't cook I don't clean-
Kat: So let me tell you how I got this ring.
Kat and Anne: .....
Kat and Anne: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-
Anne: Alright Anna, Kat. Let's go over this one more time.
Anne: If something breaks?
Kat: We try to fix it before Jane gets home.
Anne: If it doesn't work?
Anna: We blame Anne.
Anne: Seriously guys, what the hell?!
Kat: Catherine told me to stop being immature, so I told her to get out of my fort.
Anne: Cathy and I are no longer dating.
Cathy: Anne, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.
Kat, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?
Anna: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.
Kat: Ohhhh-
Jane: Both of you get out of this kitchen.
Anne: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!
Kat: Bet you I can!
Jane: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*
Anne: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*
Jane: Where did you get that?
Anne: My pocket.
Jane: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?
Anne: Skills.
Anne: I’m this close to falling in love with Cathy.
Jane: Your fingertips are touching.
Anne: Exactly.
Anne: Jane! This soup is flaccid!
Jane: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!
