Atticus: You have to pick your battles, Scout.
Scout: Well, I’m full of rage and I’m picking all of them!

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Atticus: You have to pick your battles, Scout.
Scout: Well, I’m full of rage and I’m picking all of them!
The only acceptable reason to leave your house at this point is to save the neighbourhood kids from being murdered by a drunk man with a vengeance.
Channel your inner Boo Radley and social distance, y’all.
Arthur (Boo) Radley
Jem, slightly raising his voice to be heard across the aisle: Do you want any chips?
Scout, yelling at full volume: I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR DORITOS
Atticus: I'll have a beer, and my daughter here will have the Capri-Sun.
Scout: Atticus. I'm eighteen.
Scout: I can order my own Capri-Sun.
Scout: I’m small, but knowing.
Jem: You don’t even know what the top shelf looks like.
Scout, with feeling: Bitch.
Jem: Don't worry, no other guy is ever going to ask Scout on a date.
Dill: Why not?
Jem, solemnly: Because Scout is terrifying.
Scout: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Dill just asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla is and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight.