"It looks like a jagged mountain range of despair," Jade whispered.
"The world is jagged," Jade began, her voice dropping an octave. "And now, so am I." "She's actually doing it," Tori whispered, impressed.
"A millimeter?" Jade’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. "This was the nail I used to point at people I didn't like. It had authority . Now? Now I just look like I’m indecisive." [S3E2] Remember When Jade Broke a Nail?
Cat skipped onto the stage, holding a giant ball of pink yarn. "One time my brother tried to grow his nails really long so he could climb walls like a lizard! But then he got stuck in the screen door and we had to use butter to get him out."
"Oh, it's worse than that," Rex chimed in. "She's one hangnail away from a total psychological collapse. Not that she wasn't already halfway there." "It looks like a jagged mountain range of
"Twenty bucks says she makes us all file our nails by the end of the period," Beck whispered back. "No bet," Tori sighed.
Beck leaned against the stage wing, sipping water. "She’s been in mourning for twenty minutes. She already gave the nail a name. Rest in peace, Brenda." "A millimeter
"It’s a fracture ," Jade corrected. "I was trying to open a prop locker that some idiot—probably Robbie—glued shut for his 'performance art.' It caught the edge. I felt the snap in my soul."