Harriett's Profile

"Brooklyn: Why not? The invitations have to be hand penned. Brooklyn: That'll take forever.. "

"Janette: We are not putting her in dresses, Harriett. Rosemary: She's not a doll.. Brooklyn: I don't see why"

"Rosemary: Trust me, at current, I wouldn't mind. Travins: Girls.. It's not my fault, honestly."

"Iann: I know, buddy. ... Elacie: Get him a girl...? ... Maurice: NO!"

"Why is everyone making me out to be the bad guy..? Dylan: ..Harriett. You killed all your siblings. How are you not the bad "

"Hey guys, look~ Isn't my mom sexy?"

"Brooklyn: I told you it would end like this. He.. I can't.. I HATE MEN. *foot stomp* *softly* "

"Angel: *ignores, casually stirring drink* *eyes on book* *hands up* Moooooom! ;w; We need to go.. C'mon, get"

"Abel: No. Just say yeeesssss. I can't. I'll get in trouble. And Mom'll get mad. Abel: BUT I WANNA MEET HER. *"

"She got mushroom and pineapple pizza once.. Dylan: I hate pineapples. :I Brooklyn: And I'm allergic to mushr"

"Janette: You're sick. e-e You liked your cousin! You could at least try to understand. Janette: He's not my "

"Brooklyn: But it would woooooork. Janette: No it wouldn't. :I Dylan: It miiiiight. Viper: Bu"

"Janette: Then I would have died. But I didn't. So. *le cuddling a small child* And Iann wanted to test it, anyway. ..You're "

"Iann: Harriett. Stop screaming- I'm telling Daddy! He'll make you stay! You can't leave. Iann: I need to, kid"

"Dylan: SHE'S SICK SHE'S GONNA DIE. D: IANN DO SOMEHING. CPR. ...I'm not sick. And I'm not gonna die, dammit. Calm down. "