Sprig: Turns On The Kitchen LightAnne: Sitting At The Kitchen Table, Eating AntsSprig: Its Four In The

Sprig: Turns on the kitchen light Anne: Sitting at the kitchen table, eating ants Sprig: It’s four in the morning. Anne: Turn the light back off.

Sasha: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

[on a trip to the zoo]

Polly: so what are they in for

Anne: this isn't a prison

Polly: so they can leave?

Anne: well no but-

Polly, pointing a penguin: i bet that one killed somebody

Therapist: We call that a traumatic experience. Therapist, turning to Anne: Not a "bruh moment". Therapist, turning to Marcy: Not "sadge". Therapist, turning to Sasha: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

Sasha: Tell Maggie off, Anne! Assert yourself! Anne: That's my ice cream! Sasha: Good! Now let them have it!! Anne, handing Maggie the ice cream: Here, you can have it!

Marcy: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything? Marcy: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Anne: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Sprig: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. Polly: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. Hop Pop: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. Sasha: I hate you guys so much.