That one there, that’s Karen Smith. She is one of the dumbest girls you will ever meet.

Hey, buddy, you’re not pretending anymore. You’re plastic. Cold, shiny, hard plastic.

That was so fetch.

On Wednesdays we wear pink.

Grool. I meant to say cool but then I started to say great.

I’m a mouse. Duh!

The limit does not exist.

Is butter a carb?

Your face smells like peppermint!

She asked me how to spell orange.

Regina George… How do I begin to explain Regina George?

It’s 68 degrees, and there’s a 30% chance that it’s already raining!

I know she’s kind of socially retarded and weird, but she’s my friend… so, just promise me you won’t make fun of her!