Wallace: I suddenly feel like I'm in a scene from "The Outsiders".
Veronica: Be cool, Soda Pop.
Veronica: [voiceover] Let's be honest though, the only reason I was allowed past the velvet ropes was Duncan Kane.
Veronica: Did te guys know that 90 per cent of all identity theft is committed da relatives of the victim? That's an interesting fact. At least I think so.
Caitlin Ford: But te know what? Nobody cares what te think, Veronica Mars. Not any more. Not since te stabbed all of your Friends in the back.
Veronica: te seem to care a bit what I think.
Meg: te believe me, right?
Veronica: te are the last good person here at Neptune High. I believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.
Logan: [standing in front of Veronica's car] Do te have any idea what your little joke cost me?
Veronica: Well, I'm pretty sure te won't be getting your bong back.
Logan: [smashes Veronica's headlights with a crowbar] Wrong answer. Would te care to guess again?
Veronica: Clearly your sense of humor...
Keith: I never want te to think that your mom is the villain in all of this.
Veronica: Isn't she?
Keith: No, it's not that simple...
Veronica: Yeah it is. The hero is the one that stays... and the villain is the one that splits.
Keith: [seeing the game hens Veronica has cooked] te know, elf, we might not be the richest family in town, but we can afford normal-sized birds once a anno o so.
Veronica: Game hens. They were just so cute. Plus, this way, we won't have to eat left-overs on New Year's.
Keith: That's smart thinking. Come on, what do they taste like?
Veronica: [laughing] I don't know. Dense little turkeys?
Keith: How's about an early peek at one of your Natale presents?
Veronica: What about our strict "Christmas morning only" rule?
Keith: This Christmas, we make our own rules. Follow me!
Veronica: [following Keith to her bedroom] I'm so impressed te fit a pony into my room!
Meg: All of a sudden everyone's running up to me, saying how they never believed I did those things...
Veronica: I'm glad. Funny, no one's come running up to me.
Meg: It's because people are afraid of you.
Veronica: Then something's working...
Lilly: I've got a secret, a good one.
Veronica: [enter Keith] And...
Keith: [happy] Who's your Daddy?
Veronica: I hate it when te say that.
Keith: This is important, te remember this, I used to be cool.
Veronica: When?
Keith: '77. Trans-Am, Blue Oyster Cult in the 8-track, foxy, stacked blond riding shotgun, racing for rosa slips. Wait a minute, I'm thinking of a Springsteen song. Scratch everything. I was never cool.
Veronica: I don't know which bothers me more, "foxy" o "stacked".
Veronica: Kimmy, why do te insist on pissing me off?
Veronica: Here's what te do... te get tough. te get even.
Meg: Really?
Veronica: Works for me.
furgone, van Clemmons: Mr. Echolls, I was wondering if I could have a word?
Logan: Anthropomorphic. All yours, big guy.
Lilly: Don't te watch any horror movies? My soul is doomed to walk the earth until justice has been served...
Veronica: Really?
Lilly: Yeah that, and as kind of a side project, I dispense fashion advice.
Troy: Isn't this where we parked? Tell me that this isn't where we parked. Please, someone tell me that te can see my father's car and this cuore attack I'm having now is for nothing.
Logan: I don't know. Maybe it's like Brigadoon. Come back in a hundred years and it'll be right back in this spot.
Logan: [about Veronica's car] Nice car. That must have been a *huge* cereal box.
Veronica: Here's a thought. If Tijuana was Logan's idea then stealing the car could've been the master plan.
Troy: It was più of a meeting of the minds, if te will.
Veronica: Ah. So what was on the menu for this night of grand debauchery?
Troy: Let's see. From eight to nine, we brainstormed on how to overthrow Kim Jong Il. From nine to ten, we deleted the records of the black voters of Florida. So after that was all donkey shows.
Veronica: Look at you, all helpful.
Logan: Hey, your peskiness being unleashed on Conner brings me joy. Annoy, tiny blonde one, annoy like the wind!
Logan: Do te even know how to play poker?
Veronica: No, but it must be really hard if all te guys play.
Weevil: Hey, te want a sody-pop?
Veronica: Actually, I think I want something with a little più kick.
[grabs Duncan's whiskey bottle and starts chugging it]
Veronica: Hmm, iced tea. How very musical theater of you.
Jackson Douglas: I hear te do detective stuff for people.
Veronica: I do favors for friends.
Jackson Douglas: I can pay.
Veronica: Sit down, friend.
Veronica: [surprising the Tritons with a camera] Hi, everyone! Say "repressed homosexuality"!
Logan: F.Y.I.? If cuddling is the best part, he didn't do it right.
Veronica: My answer was final. I will not go to prom with him.
Logan: I just can't take the begging. I'll relent, just once - but no cuddling after, and I won't call te in the morning.
Veronica: Well, actually, despite popolare opinion te really can't beat the truth out of someone.
Logan: [to Weevil] If you're asking me to the
prom again, the answer's still "no".
Lamb: [reading $100 bill] Veronica Mars is... smarter than me...
Veronica: Oh, te stop it!
Veronica: Be cool, Soda Pop.
Veronica: [voiceover] Let's be honest though, the only reason I was allowed past the velvet ropes was Duncan Kane.
Veronica: Did te guys know that 90 per cent of all identity theft is committed da relatives of the victim? That's an interesting fact. At least I think so.
Caitlin Ford: But te know what? Nobody cares what te think, Veronica Mars. Not any more. Not since te stabbed all of your Friends in the back.
Veronica: te seem to care a bit what I think.
Meg: te believe me, right?
Veronica: te are the last good person here at Neptune High. I believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.
Logan: [standing in front of Veronica's car] Do te have any idea what your little joke cost me?
Veronica: Well, I'm pretty sure te won't be getting your bong back.
Logan: [smashes Veronica's headlights with a crowbar] Wrong answer. Would te care to guess again?
Veronica: Clearly your sense of humor...
Keith: I never want te to think that your mom is the villain in all of this.
Veronica: Isn't she?
Keith: No, it's not that simple...
Veronica: Yeah it is. The hero is the one that stays... and the villain is the one that splits.
Keith: [seeing the game hens Veronica has cooked] te know, elf, we might not be the richest family in town, but we can afford normal-sized birds once a anno o so.
Veronica: Game hens. They were just so cute. Plus, this way, we won't have to eat left-overs on New Year's.
Keith: That's smart thinking. Come on, what do they taste like?
Veronica: [laughing] I don't know. Dense little turkeys?
Keith: How's about an early peek at one of your Natale presents?
Veronica: What about our strict "Christmas morning only" rule?
Keith: This Christmas, we make our own rules. Follow me!
Veronica: [following Keith to her bedroom] I'm so impressed te fit a pony into my room!
Meg: All of a sudden everyone's running up to me, saying how they never believed I did those things...
Veronica: I'm glad. Funny, no one's come running up to me.
Meg: It's because people are afraid of you.
Veronica: Then something's working...
Lilly: I've got a secret, a good one.
Veronica: [enter Keith] And...
Keith: [happy] Who's your Daddy?
Veronica: I hate it when te say that.
Keith: This is important, te remember this, I used to be cool.
Veronica: When?
Keith: '77. Trans-Am, Blue Oyster Cult in the 8-track, foxy, stacked blond riding shotgun, racing for rosa slips. Wait a minute, I'm thinking of a Springsteen song. Scratch everything. I was never cool.
Veronica: I don't know which bothers me more, "foxy" o "stacked".
Veronica: Kimmy, why do te insist on pissing me off?
Veronica: Here's what te do... te get tough. te get even.
Meg: Really?
Veronica: Works for me.
furgone, van Clemmons: Mr. Echolls, I was wondering if I could have a word?
Logan: Anthropomorphic. All yours, big guy.
Lilly: Don't te watch any horror movies? My soul is doomed to walk the earth until justice has been served...
Veronica: Really?
Lilly: Yeah that, and as kind of a side project, I dispense fashion advice.
Troy: Isn't this where we parked? Tell me that this isn't where we parked. Please, someone tell me that te can see my father's car and this cuore attack I'm having now is for nothing.
Logan: I don't know. Maybe it's like Brigadoon. Come back in a hundred years and it'll be right back in this spot.
Logan: [about Veronica's car] Nice car. That must have been a *huge* cereal box.
Veronica: Here's a thought. If Tijuana was Logan's idea then stealing the car could've been the master plan.
Troy: It was più of a meeting of the minds, if te will.
Veronica: Ah. So what was on the menu for this night of grand debauchery?
Troy: Let's see. From eight to nine, we brainstormed on how to overthrow Kim Jong Il. From nine to ten, we deleted the records of the black voters of Florida. So after that was all donkey shows.
Veronica: Look at you, all helpful.
Logan: Hey, your peskiness being unleashed on Conner brings me joy. Annoy, tiny blonde one, annoy like the wind!
Logan: Do te even know how to play poker?
Veronica: No, but it must be really hard if all te guys play.
Weevil: Hey, te want a sody-pop?
Veronica: Actually, I think I want something with a little più kick.
[grabs Duncan's whiskey bottle and starts chugging it]
Veronica: Hmm, iced tea. How very musical theater of you.
Jackson Douglas: I hear te do detective stuff for people.
Veronica: I do favors for friends.
Jackson Douglas: I can pay.
Veronica: Sit down, friend.
Veronica: [surprising the Tritons with a camera] Hi, everyone! Say "repressed homosexuality"!
Logan: F.Y.I.? If cuddling is the best part, he didn't do it right.
Veronica: My answer was final. I will not go to prom with him.
Logan: I just can't take the begging. I'll relent, just once - but no cuddling after, and I won't call te in the morning.
Veronica: Well, actually, despite popolare opinion te really can't beat the truth out of someone.
Logan: [to Weevil] If you're asking me to the
prom again, the answer's still "no".
Lamb: [reading $100 bill] Veronica Mars is... smarter than me...
Veronica: Oh, te stop it!
