|We're going to start this chapter off with a Baudelaire birthday! Let's get Heartleigh's party started!|
|It never fails... there's always at least one Baudelaire not fully dressed for birthday parties.|
Hurley: "Anybody else smell something burning?"
|Peyson: "Oh my gosh, those poor counters are going to be ruined."|
Peyson you better get out of here, you're a potential heiress, I can't lose you!
|You're a great help putting out the fire, Cylee!|
|When all else fails you can always get an old man to stick a fire extinguisher hose up your butt, right?|
|Well, the fire ruined a cake and some counters but the party is still on! Party time for little Heartleigh!|
|Cylee: "FIRE!!! Everybody out now!"|
Cylee, we are done with that now, you are just a bit behind...
Presleigh: "What just happened here?"
Brighton: "The cake is spoiled, it's just ruined, the whole day is ruined!"
|Heartleigh: "I'm so pretty, I know you will choose me as heiress, I just know it."|
|Hey! Get your furry self off of that counter!|
Reagle: "Who? Me?"
|Did you two have anything to do with the cat on the cabinet?|
Heartleigh: "Wasn't me."
Peyson: "I dunno what you're talking about."
|Midnight gardening... the only way anyone should garden.|
|Cylee: "Why does my painting have to be so ugly?! WHY?!"|
Peyson: "I have crafted the potion that can end the world! Mwahahaha!"
That's just stink juice, Peyson...
|Brighton: "I wish the dude in the bunny slippers would shut up or disappear."|
Really? You know that wish can be granted.
|Brighton: "Ahhhhh!!! Oh my gosh, it's so pretty!"|
|Brighton: "Where are these sparkles coming from, they feel strange!"|
|Eureka: "Now THIS was a strange chapter."|