Wenclair

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Wednesday: You have your weirdly sincere humility.
Enid: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.

Enid: Hey Wednesday, can I get some icecream?
Wednesday: Only a spoonful!
Enid: *Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.*

Wednesday: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.
Enid: What changed your mind?
Wednesday: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

Enid: Guess what I'm about to get!
Wednesday: On my nerves.

Enid: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.
Wednesday: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

Wednesday: What's up? I'm back.
Enid: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead
Wednesday: Death is a social construct.

Enid: I can't believe you've done this.....
Wednesday: I'm sorry I didn't know-!
Enid, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

Wednesday: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?
Enid: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Wednesday: I don't mean to be rude—
Enid: Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often.

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