
"Whee! I match the oil spill!"

"Mommy told me not to move until I finished knitting this sock, but I stabbed my finger and bled all over my dress instead."

"I simply LOVE to cavort through the park with ten pounds of flowers in my hand."

"Try a basket, dumbass."

Mirabelle thought opium really was the most delightful substance.

"Ugh, stop slobbering over me, I shan't ever marry a man who wears that color."

"I do wish I'd checked the weather BEFORE I ran myself through with my cane."

"Oh my God, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE SLOBBERING. Adding a jazzy sweater did not help."

"I KNOW I said I wouldn't marry him but then I fell pregnant and anything else was just too much trouble."

"... They DO know giving us these dumb hoops to roll won't actually stop us from getting into the cordial?"

"Meet me in the changing hut in five minutes. I'VE BROUGHT SOME SNUFF."

What the hell is "children's number of Vogue"?

"Alcatraz, or my wedding... Alcatraz, or my wedding... why is it so hard to CHOOSE."

"Of course I don't know how to knit, dear. No one does. You just poke at the ball-y thing like this for a spell and the menfolk leave you alone."

Well, this seems aggressive.

"Psst. They can see up your skirt." "THAT'S THE POINT."

"It's a good thing no one has ever tripped and broken their neck at a croquet ga--AAAAAH!"

"I mean, I totally COULD help you out wth Marius, Eponine, but he's SO cute and you were a real brat to me when we were kids, so..."

"What does THIS charming little wall-nipple do?"

"Why are we playing badminton with giant needles?"

"Look at my shapely peg-leg, Blackbeard!"

"Hi! I'll be seeing you again in your nightmares."

"Autobiography Chapter Three: My Giant Fucking Pen Snapped My Arm."

"Mummy my dress turned into a color. Are we not in an A-Ha video anymore?"

"If you drink through a straw it *hic* hits you faster."

"Darling, come dance in the storm! We're in the beginning of a book where one of us later drowns, so we've got to lay the groundwork."

"I've grown flowers in your urn, Mother. I hope you hate them."

This feels like a 2020 mood.

"SURPRISE!"

Everyone agreed this was the worst way to enter The Hunger Games.

This looks like Shalom Harlow of 1925 greeting a lover she KNEW would show up even though she'd told him she was busy.

"Mummy, look, it's a violation of the laws of physics!"

Helen didn't appreciate that EVERYTHING about her drink was trying to upstage her hat.

"Holly balls, it has PEDALS? I'M BUSY."

"Sushi? I made it last week."

Finally, Bertha was alone to indulge her private passion: snacking on old bath balls from The Body Shop.

"Here's a new idea: Buy a mansion!"

She had a kite for every letter of the alphabet. It was simply her lucky day.

"I don't think the artist needed to be QUITE so realistic about my forehead.... ah. Much better."

This feels like a penis someone turned into a face.

"It's just... when I touch you, I can feel how much you love me, Giving Tree."

"And who cares if I DO burn down the couch?!? IT'S THE GREAT DEPRESSION."

"Oh, look, here comes Marsha with dinner."

Looks like nobody had one clear cover idea, so it turned into a cover junk drawer.

"LAY OFF, kid, Mommy needs these to make her grown-up juice."

"I SUMMON THE ELEMENTS TO DO MY BIDDING and also I need to get the leaves off my lawn so this also works."

"JEEVES! My tiny car. Now."

Is she possessed?

"I YEARN for the continent."

Princess Anne: Royal Detective would look great in this.

"This is not how coats work, and we all know it."

This feels like a Queen Amidala sketch.

"No I am absolutely NOT eavesdropping on Connie talking about her husband's mysterious disappearance, and I do NOT think she poisoned him and buried him in the backyard."

"Well, but I did."

Yeesh.

Damn, Vogue was in a dark place this year.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE VOODOO DOLL WORKED!"

"Doctor, have you ever heard of Bear Wrist Inflammation?"

The last sound Meredith heard as she tumbled down the mountain was the gentle pop of a balloon.

"She was pushed and YOU KNOW IT."

"She sure was, and NO ONE CAUGHT ME."

No one had ever sewn nine heads around a churro before.

"I can't WAIT to bring my pennyfarthing to campus! Do you think I'll need a lock?"
