Brooke: Audrey’s even wearing her formal leather jacket

Audrey: It’s the one without any blood on it

For Zoey- You will always be in my heart, In my mind, And in your grave.

Noah Foster

Gustavo: Why do you hate me so much? Brooke: Because it's fun.

Brooke: I'm 23! I'm a celebrity! And today, I'm gonna die! Audrey: Not one word of that is true.

Brook: Come on, Jake! Emma said to use everyone. We all want this solved. Jake: I appreciate the offer, but I work best alone. Except when it comes to sex. Actually, sometimes including sex.

Really want to pick this blog up from the grave it's descended into so if you have any submissions feel free to send me some!

Brooke: I'm not interested in you that way. Jake: What way? Brooke: Pick one.

My entire life is just a test to see whether I will commit suicide or homicide first.

Emma Duval

Jake: There’s three ways to do things. The right way, the wrong way, and the Jake Fitzgerald way! Brooke: Isn’t that the wrong way? Jake: Yeah, but faster!

Gustavo: I don't like your accusatory tone. Audrey: Well, I'd use a different tone, but I'm trying to accuse you of something.

Noah: You're just going to repress everything into some deep dark twisted place until one day you snap and kill them? Audrey: Yup. Noah: This is why we are friends.

I tried to form a gang once, but it turned into a book club.

Noah Foster

Brooke: You’re so dramatic. Jake [holding a crystal wine glass, throwing rose petals, dressed all in purple velvet, draped across a piano]: I have no idea what you’re talking about

Gustavo: You can trust me. Audrey: I don't even trust the way you just now said I could trust you.

Noah: Don't forget to lift with your legs, Audrey. Audrey: Yeah, I know how to lift, jackass. I've been carrying this team the entire time I've been here.

Gustavo: Is Brooke here? Audrey: Yes. Gustavo: Can I talk to her? Audrey: No. You can talk to me. Gustavo: Audrey: What do you want to talk about? Life? Love? Common symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases?

Brooke [picking up a crumpled sheet of paper]: Jake, what is this? Jake: It's my to-do list. Brooke: Really? That's great. I'm so glad you're starting to be- Brooke: This just says my name.