Lily: I told Rick. Judy: You idiot. Wow, there's a tiny little gingerbread woman in there, putting a teeny tiny gumdrop gun to her head because she didn't listen to her sister. Oh, look, now she's putting down the tiny gun, putting on her teeny tiny gingerbread coat, swallowing her gingerbread pride, and going after him. [edit]
Lily: The beauty of gingerbread is that it can always be repaired. The cracks and mistakes are what make your house unique. [edit]
Zoe: They made it all up, didn't they. Grace: Sort of. Well, the part about the cookies anyway. Zoe: I can't believe how stupid I was. Grace: I was stupider. I believed in Santa Claus for, like, a really long time. Zoe: You did? Grace: Way longer than you. You know, you don't have to completely not belive in it. Zoe: I don't? Grace: No. You can believe in it, like, a little bit. That's what I did... for awhile. Zoe: I might do that. [edit]