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Författare: Cathy Belben, John Enbom
Regissör: Steve Gomer
Sändningsdatum USA: 23 nov 2005 på UPN
Sändningsdatum Sverige: 16 nov 2006 på SVT2
Tittarsiffror USA: 2.50 miljoner
Tittarsiffror Sverige: 205 000
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[Duncan drömmer]
Meg: You can save me. All you have to do is want to.
Veronica: I've heard enough. Have you heard enough?
Meg: What does she have? What does she have that I have - [Veronica stryper Meg]
Veronica: Well, I'm conscious, and that's just for starters. Is that what you really want? Teddy bears and M.A.S.H. notes? Grow up. Grow up and get over it! [Hon slår till rutan och Duncan vaknar]

Logan: Didn't your dad say that the cigar store's a front for drug dealers? I mean, that's gotta be something.
Veronica: Or not. Sometimes a cigar store is just a cigar store.
Logan: Well, I'll remember to be quippy when you're looking at 20 to life.
Veronica: Oh, you're being a jackass. It must be an even-numbered day. I do so prefer the odd-numbered days when you're kissing my ass for a favor.
Logan: Well, you find out why this plastic surgeon is trying to get me sent away for killing Felix and I will make sure that all even-numbered days are removed from the calendar.
Veronica: Did Duncan go to bed?
Logan: Yes, and he wanted me to tell you to give me your undivided attention. Pretend for a moment that your dog's life is at stake.

Logan: Hey, maybe this so-called doctor is a pipeline to prescription drugs. That's how my pediatrician lost his license.

Wanna Score Boy: Hey man uh, you got the stuff in yet? I'm, like, wondering if I need to take my business elsewhere.
Weevil: What stuff?
Wanna Score Boy: I uh, ordered an eight ball.
Weevil: Coke? Who am I, John DeLorean? I never sold coke to you, man. [sliter upp skjortan och kollar efter avlyssningsutrustning]
Wanna Score Boy: Hey, this is a $200 shirt, man!
Weevil: Really? It's missing some buttons.
Wanna Score Boy: Hey, come on, don't jerk me around. I paid one of you bikers guys.
Weevil: Oh yeah? Describe this biker guy you paid.
Wanna Score Boy: I don't know. He was, you know, brown.

Veronica: [till Logan] Uh-uh, you're staying here. This takes a certain subtlety. But if I need anyone punched in the face, I'll whistle for ya.

Veronica: Danny Boyd? My name is Laurie Zachs.
Danny: I don't need your name honey, just tell me you're eighteen.
Veronica: Actually...
Danny: Oh, who's kidding who? Like I care.
Veronica: Okay. Uh, the reason I'm here - I was considering having Dr. Tom Griffith perform a surgical procedure on me, and I'm one of those people who really likes to check a doctor out.
Danny: Dr. Griffith, huh? He's a good man, but I wouldn't go getting too crazy, 'cause you don't need very much work done. You know, I mean [pekar på hennes bröst] besides the obvious.
Veronica: Yeah, thanks.

Liam: So, what's it going to be, Veronica? Hmm? Pink moon? Yellow stars? No? A green clover it is, then.

Logan: I've had a very bad year.

[Veronica gråter]
Logan: Hey, it's okay. [Logan klappar henne på ryggen] You're going to be okay.
Veronica: [drar sig bort, snyftar hysteriskt] A gun, Logan?! A gun? What are you doing with a gun? You're going to get yourself killed! Don't you understand that?!
Logan: Look, it's not even loaded.
Veronica: Oh, I feel so much better.
Logan: Dick's dad gave it to me. He said given my situation -
Veronica: Given your situation, you should just moved out of Neptune.
Logan: Yeah, well, no can do. [pekar på sin fotboja]

Veronica: So, what, the school district administration is harassing them to get them to drop their suit?
Keith: I'm sure those school administrators are a sinister and venal bunch, honey, but in my experience, most crime is personal - not these weird conspiracies.
Veronica: Well, in my experience, that is exactly what they want you to think.
Keith: Well, all the same.

Veronica VO: Marcos Oliveres: Not Pictured. What would it be like to be simply... forgotten?

Veronica: [till Keith] Why must you make the tech support people cry?

Clemmons: Look, I'm just the vice-principal. Anything I say on the subject has to be cleared by the principal, so -
Veronica: So you're just a powerless factotum and I should talk to Principal Moorehead?
Clemmons: Yes... Exactly.

Veronica: Wait. We're talking about Marcos Oliveres. I can't find a single person at school who heard him talk, and now you're telling me that he's the Howard Stern of Neptune High?

Mac: It's not all crotch-grabbing, scatological man humor. There's a little something for everyone.
Veronica: [låtsas vara entusiastisk] Flatulent sound effects for me?
Mac: And bitter tirades for me!

Veronica: What's this four-week gap here?
Mac: Oh, they went on a little sabbatical.
Veronica: Do you know why?
Mac: I suspect to torture me. Then they came back, and Cap'n Krunk wasn't on anymore and it blew, so I stopped listening.
Veronica: The show's still on?
Mac: A bastardized subpar version of the show is still on.
Veronica: Any way to find out where they're broadcasting from?
Mac: Yes. [hon fortsätter inte och Veronica tittar på henne menande] Sorry, I was just seeing how long we could have a conversation with your side only being questions. We can track the signal.
Veronica: I'd be interested to know if you have the capabilities to track said signal. [båda skrattar]
Mac: Look, I'm happy to be the "Q" to your Bond, but crime pays. Technologically assisted mystery solving costs. If you wanna play "Find the Crappy Radio Broadcast," Mama's gonna need a few things from Radioshack.

Marcos: [som "Cap'n Krunk"] The winner of this week's "Cock of the Walk" Countdown -
Butters: [som "Imitation Crab"] Don't leave 'em hangin' Cap'n.
Marcos: It's Logan Echolls.
Butters: That's 40 weeks running.
Marcos: Rosemary's Baby: The Teen Years. If I was his mother, I'd kill myself, too.
Butters: Seriously, Cap'n, you name your daughter Roxie, and it's guaranteed at some point she'll be showing her cans for cash.
Marcos: I'm saving up for that very day.
Butters: Or get a varsity jacket and four liters of wine cooler and you can see 'em for free! Yeah, Becker's a date rapist, but in his defense, he's hideous and stupid, so meeting girls is hard.

Logan: Any news on Nip/Schmuck?
Veronica: It's pretty clear, isn't it? Our favorite plastic surgeon, for whatever reason, seems to be owned by the Fighting Fitzpatricks.
Logan: Well, as far as I know, I've done nothing to get their Irish up.
Veronica: And I'm working on the connections, okay?
Logan: If you could exonerate me sometime soon, that'd be great. I really don't want bottom bunk in Fisty McRapesalot's cell.
Veronica: If you want a top, I'm sure it's negotiable.
Logan: Help me, Mars-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.

Veronica: I'm feeling the calculating stare, but where's the villainous hand-wringing and maniacal laugh?
Weevil: You know, you should be nicer to me.
Veronica: Or you'll huff and puff and burn my house down?

Veronica: I'm glad we caught you at home. Would you mind if we used your phone? We're both in a bit of a hurry. [Mac och Veronica tittar på varandra]
Mac: Right.

Veronica: Excellent work as usual, Q.
Mac: Right back at you, Mr Bond.

Clemmons: [knackar på dörren] Vincent?
Butters: Um... private basement time, remember? [Veronica och Mac skrattar lite]
Clemmons: You have visitors. Veronica Mars and her friend are here to see you.
Butters: Tell them I'm not home.
Clemmons: They're right here, son.

Butters: I want you out of here.
Veronica: Why are you so... crabby?
Mac: Um, Butters... your blankie's blinking.

Veronica VO: Camp Selfquest. Not to be mistaken for the elf-hunting camp of a similar name.

Weevil: [tror att det är någon annan som ringer] Is it done?
Logan: Oh, it's just getting started Weevs. You have no idea the hell you've just brought on yourself.

Veronica: Fish sticks and chocolate milk? Yuck. That can't be good for you.
Butters: Can you graduate already?

Butters: Marcos wasn't gay.
Veronica: You sure about that?
Butters: Positive. He talked about chicks all the time. He wasn't a fairy; he was a Playboy-loving booty hound.
Veronica: Do me a favor: never describe me.