incorrect fear street

deena: i prevented a murder today. sam: really? how’d you do that? deena: self control.

i need to stop forgetting to tweet on here my bad besties

nurse lane: you’ve come a long way from the naïve young woman i met a few years ago. you’ve become distrustful and suspicious. it suits you. ziggy: thanks, i had a good teacher.

cindy: i have edge. tommy: you really don’t. you are literally the most wide-eyed person i’ve ever seen. you have the face of a cartoon lamb.

simon: i can’t go. stress is bad for the baby. kate: what baby? simon: me.

cindy: santa is kind of an asshole. he works one day a year and then spends the rest of it judging you. ziggy: i think the two of you would get along quite well.

alice: i hope i get run over. cindy: aw, come on. it’s christmas! get in the spirit! alice: fine. i hope i get run over by a reindeer.

sam: top reasons to get married? deena: firmly saying “that’s my wife!” and knocking someone out in one punch. deena: and love, i guess.

deena: if one more person says i’m too dramatic, i’m going to light myself on fire.

cindy: were you dropped on your head too much as a child or what? alice: jokes on you, i wasn’t even held as a child.

cindy: oh, so suddenly you don't have a death wish? alice: cindy, i've never had a death wish. it's just that i don't believe that i personally even can die.

deena: how is your mood right now? sam: what did you do?

alice: whoops! cindy: whoops? whoops?! cindy: this is not a "whoops" situation. we are far past whoops. whoops is a distant speck in the rear view mirror. we are solidly in "oh fuck" territory, and i expect you to act like it!

alice: i’ve got a problem. or rather, we’ve got a problem, snitch. cindy: oh, no. alice: you see, i’m not sick of you. at all. i’m actually pretty in love with you, it turns out.

cindy: what’s wrong with you? ziggy: off the top of my head, i’d say low self-esteem, a lack of parental affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

josh: why are you like this? kate: i could either show you my birth chart or tell you about my trauma, up to you.

ziggy: alice, you're under arrest. alice: why? ziggy: for stealing cindy’s heart. cindy: did you just hit on alice.. for me? ziggy: I'M TIRED OF WAITING, CINDY.

the johnsons are fighting y’all

deena: are you talking to yourself? josh: yes. it's the only way i can have an intelligent conversation in this house.

nick: you have the right to remain silent. deena: but do i have the ability?