Except oil is "Y" times as much -Veronica: [voiceover] So this is how it is.
At the negotiated time - five days hence - Wallace Fennel will turn himself into the Neptune sheriff's department, who will oversee his transfer to the Chicago police. And hatred of anything that requires me to tie a sweater over my shoulders and be at sea with my classmates... [they both give a small smile to each other]Dick: Please. I want to be there, in court, watching Aaron at the moment the jury reads the verdict. I want to see his expression at the exact moment he realizes he'll never be a free man again. Okay, so let's say that you and your buddy wanna buy a 12-pack of a certain item, say, like, uh, spark plugs for "X" dollars, and you wanna find out how many of another item, like, um, I dunno, like oil, that you can get for the same amount. I think we can take a tough, but survivable amount of pain now..stay together and deal with unbearable pain later. [They both start to tear up] But I'm always here... [kisses her on the forehead] But you never need anything.
(pause) The problem with chasing the storm is that it wears you down, breaks your spirit. [Veronica scoffs and starts to go to her room] Oh, hey, I forgot to tell you. Veronica: Caz, I'm kind of busy so let's play this at fast forward.
But if you're like me, you just keep chasing the storm. Veronica, I have no idea what you're talking about.
[chuckles] Curious as to what's posted on the website, more accurately. The senior memories once thought lost forever can, in fact, be generated after all, albeit in a slightly degraded form.
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 -Veronica: Okay, I have news.
Well first, I'd just like to say the other, uh, nominees are all such wonderfully gifted criminals. Having me represent you doesn't make you look innocent. If the witness' story holds, you are going to trial.
The innocent suffer, the guilty go free, and truth and fiction are pretty much interchangeable. There is neither a Santa Claus, nor an Easter Bunny, and there no angels watching over us. [Veronica looks at him in confusion] You know, I've been thinking... And I don't think I quite measure up to the person you want me to be and...
But I'm sure my Dad was interested to know why you hauled his daughter in and subjected her to the crime-busting stare for no apparent reason.
And I wanna thank my agent and my publicist for always shooting me from the left side.
How would you feel, now that you have nothing left to live for, about just rolling yourself off? Lucky Pierre owns a jewelry store and suspects that he's got an embezzler. That girl Claire gets raped after one of our parties, and suddenly, school's all in a bunch. Veronica: [voiceover] So what would Stan Marsh say in a situation like this? [she looks at him dumbfounded] And even right now as you're thinking, "Crap, he's got a point," you still think you're ultimately right.
Beaver: [after blowing up the plane] I know this might be a [snickers] bad time to ask for a favor... I got a case that requires a little double-detective duty. I'll fax you the coordinates so you don't incur any more cell-tracking charges, and I'll keep a journal of my bad thoughts in case you want to stick my face in a cage of rats when we get back. Dick: You saw that article about the Pi Sig house, right? [sees Logan and Veronica hugging] Public displays of affection. Six hours later, it's held up by a guy, your size, wearing a mask, who happens to be covered in a thin film of drywall dust and the stench of Drakkar cologne.