“God Almighty, your ruined, and you didn't even eat the gingerbread.”

“We’re the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, but we eat the little bastards alive.”

“We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.”

“Liz looks at the tissue box, which is decorated with drawings of snowmen engaged in various holiday activities. One of the snowmen is happily placing a smiling rack of gingerbread men in an oven. Baking gingerbread men, or any cooking for that matter, is probably close to suicide for a snowman, Liz thinks. Why would a snowman voluntarily engage in an activity that would in all likelihood melt him? Can snowmen even eat? Liz glares at the box.”

“With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though You existed.”

“probably horse doo had a name in french also, but that didn't mean god intended for you to eat it.”