She's pretty and small, but she's got one big mouth.
"We bow down to the tallest purple."
"Thomas Jefferson is a THOT; I love him."
"You've been banned from the Mickey Mouse Club for innapropriate behavior."
"Ew, Ant. That cologne makes you smell like a Calvin Klein magazine ad."
"I DECLARE BANKRUPTCY!"
"James Charles is the queen of queens, okay?" (She actually hates James Charles, I don't know why.)
"DON'T TOUCH MY GLUTEN!" (She legitimately screamed this at me when I tried to steal some of her sandwich bread.)
"Ant, you would be a frickin' son of Hermes, okay?" (Actually, I see myself as more of a son of Apollo. She knows it, too.)