He Said, She Said...
Duncan: Great game the other night, man. Eighteen points, eight assists.Wallace: On the streets we call those dimes.
Veronica: Streets? You live on the corner of Pleasant Valley and Marigold.
Mr. Clemmons: Mr. Echolls, I was wondering if I could have a word?
Logan: Anthropomorphic. All yours, big guy.
Veronica (voiceover): And let's not forget Logan Echolls. Every school has an obligatory psychotic jackass. He's ours.
Veronica (voiceover): You know what they say about Veronica Mars: she's a marshmallow.
Troy: Flat?
Veronica: Just as God made me.
Troy: Are you always this persnickety?
Veronica: Sometimes I'm even persnicketier.
Veronica (voiceover): Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything, creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle, and then you choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it's still the mansion you remember. Or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild. Because after disaster strikes, the important thing is that you move on. But if you're like me, you just keep chasing the storm. The problem with chasing the storm is that it wears you down, breaks your spirit. Even the experts agree, a girl needs closure.
Veronica (voiceover): I admit it, I splurged and spent ten bucks to read my own purity test. Apparently I've pleasured the swim team while jacked up on goof-balls.
Logan: Ho, ho [looks at Veronica] ho.
Keith: Hey honey, what's cooking?
Veronica: Not sure myself. Something that ends in -aroni.
Wallace: Damn. This dog is a freak show. He oughta be in show biz.
Veronica: Do you think that's some kind of rare breed or something?
Wallace: That, or a drunk dingo had a three-way with an ocelot and a porcupine.
Veronica (voiceover): Dear Seventeen: How can I tell if the really cute boy in my class has a crush on me? No, strike that. Dear Seventeen: How can I tell if the really cute boy in my class murdered his sister?
Logan: So, what do you think?
Veronica: Like, in general? Or is there a specific area on which you'd like my opinion?