[Veronica finds Tim checking a computer with gloved hands.]
Veronica: Nice gloves. You heading to the parlor to strangle Colonel Mustard after this?
Tim:: We're breaking and entering. I can't leave prints.
Veronica: Use your sleeve! It's less creepy.

[Veronica is looking at a trophy case.]
Weevil: If you're looking for my trophy, it's back by auto shop.
Veronica: Lube job? Or, can you medal in stealing hub caps?
Weevil: Is this 1970? Rims, baby.
Veronica: So you got a trophy for a rim job?
Weevil: Forget it. Look, I got some information for you.
Veronica: Finally! A Deep Throat to call my own.
Weevil: I'm not going to touch that one.

[Veronica is staring into space.]
Mac: Veronica?
Veronica: I'm fine.
Mac: I know. We know. But it's okay if you're not.
Veronica: I'm fine. Seriously. I just told the two of you because I thought you should know. I'm not looking for a pity party.
Wallace: That's good, 'cause I always get stuck blowing up the pity balloons.

[Veronica knocks three times, each punctuated by a brief silence.]
Butters: That was your secret knock?
Veronica: The genius is its simplicity.
Butters: We have exactly eleven minutes before my dad gets back. The box is under there.
Mac: Wow, Butters, this is - this is way cool of you.
Butters: Just so you know, I'm an excellent dancer, so, don't worry about that.
Mac: [confused] Oh... okay. I'll try not to...
Butters: Well, I don't have to dance, though. I enjoy it, but I also enjoy a good conversation.
Veronica: Look! Fake vomit - courtesy of locker 213. And whoever is in locker 792 is sans one "Smell it, Bitch" T-shirt.
Butters: So, Mac, what color dress are you wearing?
Mac: I'm actually wearing pants.
Butters: [laughs] I just don't want the corsage to be, like, blue, and your dress is red and you think I'm an idiot.
Mac: Veronica?

[Veronica sees Wallace and Jackie kissing against her locker. She pushes them aside.]
Veronica: Please, get a room. In Australia.
Wallace: Hey, we're practicing for the prom.
Veronica: What debutante bit you and turned you into prom zombie?
Jackie: [waves] We just gave in, the whole nine yards - the ridiculous dress, the tux, lobster dinner, and limo. I mean, it happens once. Why not go all out?
Mac: Because no one sold you as an indentured servant to Butters.
Veronica: Mac, I didn't think he'd actually -
Mac: He's picking me up in a Hummer limousine, we're having dinner on a replica pirate ship, and I suspect he's hired a zeppelin for the ride home. I'm going to fill my pockets with rocks, get a good grip on your ankle, and I'm going to jump off the top of -
Clemmons: [over loudspeaker] Attention students: due to a significant number of alcohol related violations on the senior trip, this year's prom has been cancelled. That is all.
Mac: Yes! Prayer works!

[Veronica walks up behind Logan and knees him in the back of his leg.]
Veronica: Yep, I have no idea what compelled me to do that.
Logan: Is it because you're five?
Veronica: I'm a little punchy. I haven't been sleeping.
Logan: Thoughts of me? Hey, I get it. Sometimes I'm up all night, just thinkin' about myself.

[Veronica working on her car, with the hood up, because it stalled, Dick, Beaver, and Logan walk up.]
Dick: Uh-oh, someone's got their eye on that Miss White Trash title.
Beaver: Yeah, and making a solid effort in the talent competition, but I'd like to see that car up on some cinder blocks.
Logan: Guys, come on.
Veronica: I know... "Guys, come on! The talent is making a grilled cheese sandwich on the engine block." "Guys, come on, you can't put your car up on blocks in the yard if you don't have a yard."
[She grabs the pocket knife Logan is using to cut his apple, and uses it to cut a tube in the engine and hooking it up to some other part of the machine.]
Veronica: You know I think I can do both sides of this little act now.
[Turns the key and the car starts.]
Veronica: So how 'bout next time you don't bother; I got it covered.
[Throws Logan's pocket knife back to him, and shuts the hood of her car]

[Veronica, Logan, Duncan, and Weevil sitting at a table playing Poker. They all fold and Veronica reaches in to collect her winnings.]
Veronica: A little impressed, aren't you?
Connor: You must be really unlucky on love.
[Veronica laughes]
Logan: Ok, I say we take a little break, let the cosmos realign. 'Cause obviously something's up.