Irene, holding a rock: Percival just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".
Amice : If you don't marry them, I will.
Henry: What would Lana think?
Percival: Ok, that’s an interesting thought, but hear me out: what if… we ran an experiment where we spent the rest of our lives finding out what happened if we never told her?
Lana: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.
Lana: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.
Henry, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?
Wand : Blue flavor!
Henry: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?
Wand : Blue flavor! Blue flavor!
Henry: Blue is not a flavor!
Wand : BLUE FLAVOR!
Henry: ARE YOU-
Percival: Fucking.
Henry: KIDDING ME?! YOU-
Percival Fucking.
Henry: IDIOT!
Irene: …What was that?
Percival: Lana banned Henry from swearing, so I’m helping him out.
Witch: I think this might be a bad idea...
Irene: Don't start thinking on me now!
Witch: I'll offer you some friendly advice-
Irene: I don't want your advice.
Witch: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.
Witch: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.
Irene: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.
Witch: *pulls back the curtain while Irene is showering*
Witch: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?
Lana: Here is my wall of inspirational people.
Percival: Is that a picture of you?
Lana: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself
