2.15 "The Quick and the Wed"
Aired Mar 22, 2006
Keith: Veronica, are you absolutely sure what you saw in that hangar were explosives?
Veronica: And detonators. Pretty sure. They were marked "C-4." Maybe Terrence has a legitimate use for them.
Keith: Trout fishing?
Lamb: Come again?
Keith: Explosives. They're in the hangar where Terrence keeps his cars.
Lamb: Your Terrence? The same Terrence who had nothing to do with the bus crash, who couldn't possibly have made the call that detonated the bomb?
Keith: Veronica saw them first-hand.
Lamb: Oh, well, if Veronica saw them. I mean that's like Moses bringing tablets down the mountain to me.
Keith: Why don't you get a search warrant, Sheriff, and see for yourself.
Lamb: Could take a while. Judge Carleton's fly fishing at Big Horn. Unless you've got a canoe.
Logan: Switch it.
Dick: Dude, you kidding? Don't you wanna see how it ends?
Dick: Dude, your dad's really leaned out in the big house. Probably all those tossed salads, huh?
Maggie: The Manns are, like, the oldest money in Neptune.
Veronica: You mean like from the '80s? Please tell me they invented the fishnet muscle shirt.
Maggie: Next time, please hold the mike in your right hand, because you nearly blinded the audience with your rock.
Veronica: Wow. Somebody parked a diamond Volkswagen on your finger.
Maggie: It's ours! We wants it!
Veronica: I have to say, we don't get that many bachelorette parties at the Hut.
Heidi: This is just the first stop of the no-holds-barred bacchanalia.
Jane: It's a bachelorette scavenger hunt.
Veronica: "One: sing slutty song publicly. Two: talk a man out of his underwear."
Heidi: Done and done.
Veronica: Alrighty then, well if you wind up getting to number eight, be sure and bring mouthwash.
Lamb: Oh, you lookie-loos, with your police-band radios and free time.
Keith: What'd you find?
Lamb: All right, people, back it on up, nothing to see here.
Keith: Is that C-4? Did the bomb squad confirm it?
Lamb: Sir, this is a police matter. You'll have to wait for the press conference like everyone else.
Veronica: Hey, party-girl.
Jane: I need your help.
Veronica: Let me guess, the pin-the-penis-on-the-fireman game ended in tears?
Jane: Here's the thing: my sister's great, but she's—
Wallace: She's kind of a dingbat sometimes. ...What? The last time we all went to the beach, Heidi almost drowned herself trying to swim with the dolphins.
Veronica: Aren't they gonna miss her? I mean, doesn't she have wedding stuff to do?
Jane: There's a wedding planner, and Paul's parents are pretty much doing everything else.
Wallace: Well, what about the rehearsal dinner? You thinking a stunt double?
Logan: So you want me to come over after school?
Hannah: The words out of your mouth are "come over," but all I hear you saying is "Let's have sex."
Logan: Excuse me? All I heard you say is "Let's have sex."
Veronica: Toying with a sweet little girl's heart just to screw with her dad? I get it, San Quentin isn't quite as enticing as, say, college, but damn, you've really plumbed new depths, Logan.
Logan: You're cute when you're jealous.
Jane: Be it ever so disgusting, there's no place like Heidi's.
Veronica: Okay, her apartment being ransacked, not a good sign.
Jane: It's okay, this is how it always looks.
Kendall: I did hear the Kane house is going up for sale.
Cassidy: That's the wrong side of town. The deals are all south.
Kendall: I think we should buy it.
Cassidy: What have I told you about thinking?
Kendall: That it makes my breasts smaller?
Kendall: Have you ever considered that maybe I'm the clever one? That this delightful packaging is a means to outwitting my adversary?
Cassidy: Consider it? I'm banking on it.
Kendall: But have you considered that, um, you're my adversary?
Cliff: And how many jurors you think we can find in Neptune who haven't been exposed to your winning charm in the Tinseltown Diaries? Jurors love convicting smug rich boys, it's a fact. I've asked around and, I hope this isn't news to you, but no one likes you.
Logan: No deal.
Cliff: Well, if it helps you decide on your wardrobe, I'll be wearing an "I'm with Stupid" T-shirt.
Veronica: Let's not freak out until there's something concrete to freak out about.
Wallace: You mean like finding her car abandoned in the middle of nowhere?
Veronica: Yeah, like that.
Wallace: So, what did the Sheriff's Department say?
Veronica: Nothing that inspires confidence. The deputy started laughing when he heard that the missing person was at a bachelorette party.
Detailer: I have a standing contract with Terrence. That man loves his cars. I detail every one of them, once a month. You know, he used to have over forty, but ah, I guess things got tough. He's down to eight.
Veronica: I had the printers forgo the phallic framing. Penises can sometimes be distracting.
Jane: I don't know how helpful I'm gonna be; I didn't really get a good look at the guy. It was dark and loud and there were condom balloons hitting my head.
Aaron: So, to what do I owe the pleasure?
Kendall: I'm here to tempt you, Aaron.
Aaron: Well, mission accomplished. Or should I say, "With what?"
Kendall: Huge tracts of land, more action than I can handle. I'm here to offer you a piece.
Aaron: So, I guess Big Dick still has his fingers in a few pies, huh?
Kendall: My husband's got quite a reach. Some are saying that uh, he might be working abroad.
Aaron: You're cash-strapped. No, I get it. I can help. But...quid pro quo, Mrs. C., quid pro quo.
Hannah: What's wrong, you?
Logan: What? Nothing.
Hannah: You lie. Easy Rider. Your choice, not mine. I should be the one sulking.
Ms. Denenberg: Bum fights?
Hannah: Okay, that was a long time ago. God, you're so judgmental.
Ms. Denenberg: I know. I'm awful. What kind of mother would prohibit her daughter from dating a boy who's awaiting trial for manslaughter?
Hannah: Almost all parenting books eschew the use of sarcasm with adolescents so, you know.
Veronica Voiceover: The One-Eyed Ducks, perennial champs, lane five. That guy's too big. That guy's too small. That guy's...not a guy, just in desperate need of a stylist. That guy looks just right.
Vinnie: Yes! What did I tell you? What did I tell you?
Vinnie: Come on, have a beer. We'll let you roll a frame.
Veronica: Vinnie, this is not Nam. This is bowling. There are rules. What can you tell me about--
Veronica: Of course, your Pavlovian response. Her name was Heidi Kuhne.
Vinnie: Doesn't ring a bell.
Veronica: Let me jog your memory: you were thrown out of the Happy Horseshoe the other night for stalking her.
Vinnie: If I had a dime for every time I was thrown out of H squared for stalking...
Veronica: What was it? A little prenup background check?
Vinnie: Well if you already know.
Veronica: She's missing.
Vinnie: Are you suggesting I kidnapped her? 'Cause, I believe that's your racket.
Hannah: You heard what my mom said, didn't you?
Logan: Yeah, I got the gist.
Hannah: Just ignore her. She's bitter about the divorce. She thinks all men are evil.
Logan: Well, maybe she's right.
Hannah: What, about men?
Logan: About me.
Hannah: Let's get out of here, go to your place.
Logan: Well, I know the words coming out of your mouth are "go to your place," but all I hear is "Let's have sex."
Keith: Lamb, I've been trying to get a hold of you.
Lamb: And I've been ducking your calls. Man, that feels good to get off my chest.
Mr. Pope: If you read this morning's paper, then you probably already know that tracking polls indicate there's fifty-seven percent support for Neptune's incorporation. Question: what's that gonna do to us here?
Cassidy: Ah, an actual police department.
Mr. Pope: Mm-hmm.
Dick: Private beaches.
Veronica: The rich get richer.
Mr. Pope: All right, let's stop there. All those are true, but let's not just focus on the potential upside.
Heidi: My family hired you to track me down?
Veronica: Actually, Jane did.
Heidi: You're twelve.
Veronica: I'm eighteen.
Heidi: You're a barista.
Veronica: I'm a— Fine, I'm a barista.
Paul: Where have you been?
Heidi: Oh, we have a whole lifetime for stories. Let's do this thing. Lay it on me, Preacher Man.
Paul: No, I-I demand to know what you've been up to.
Heidi: I didn't ask you what you were doing for your bachelor party. And after finding whipped cream in your underwear, I think I was entitled.
Paul: You were entitled, you. The one who sexed up every wannabe rock star in southern California? You know, if I wanted to marry Tawny Kitaen, I would have got a nipple pierced.
Heidi: How could you say that to me? Like I would ever sex up a drummer. Lead singers, yes, maybe the occasional guitar player.
Kendall: And that is why the Phoenix Land Trust is where you should put your money.
Logan: I'm confused. You're talking and your clothes are on. I'm starting to think you really came over here to try and sell me real estate.
Kendall: I told you. It's my job.
Logan: And that must be the second sign of the apocalypse.
Vinnie: I don't believe this.
Veronica: If it isn't the puppet master.
Vinnie: Hey, what a man does in the privacy of his own home, office, and/or car, is his business. You know, you cost me a five grand bonus.
Veronica: You were gonna buy a new jacket?
Vinnie: And give up the cheap women? Not likely.
Veronica: Give it.
Veronica: Kim's cellphone. I called you, left a threatening message.
Vinnie: You didn't get it from me.
Veronica: Exactly how many times have you had to say that in your life?
Veronica: You know what's really disturbing about you? Other than everything? You're a halfway decent private investigator.
Vinnie: Stop, you're embarrassing me.
Veronica: You can embarrass the shameless?