2x04 - Green-Eyed Monster

Darrell: Keith Mars: former Sheriff, Private Detective, author.
Keith: Wow. Carl Morgan: three years Lompoc, assault and battery, cocaine possession, intent to sell. We should really give our publicists pats on the back.

Jackie: You didn't ask how high.
Wallace: What?
Jackie: Didn't Goldie Locks say jump?

Lindsey: We have to get her personal stuff off this computer, and put it back by morning.
Duncan: OK, so...what do you want me to do?
Lindsey: You're the son of a computer visionary. Can't you do something?
Duncan: I can burn a CD.

Veronica: Oh, sorry. Should I hide in the bedroom, like a hooker?! Perfect!

Veronica: Are you crazy, Duncan? Leaving this out here in the open? Do you leave heroin out when Iggy Pop spends the night?

Logan: My day is complete! Veronica Mars has accused me of evil! (twirls invisible villain moustache)

Jackie: I may need to have a chat with Miss Pixy Stick.
Wallace: I wouldn't do that. She's not somebody you want to piss off.
Jackie: Neither am I.

Weevil: Look, should I be expecting a visit from Lamb? If I know I'm being brought in, I'll put on my good underwear, you know?
Veronica: You should really do that anyway.

Veronica: Speaking of bling, what's with the hoops? If I rub your head, do I get 3 wishes?
Weevil: You rub my head and you might want to make seeing tomorrow your first wish.

Sheriff Sheriff Lamb: Who let you into my office?
Keith: That's funny, I was wondering the same thing.

Wallace: Did you really have that in your closet or did you stop by Dirty Coeds R Us?

Logan: Okay. God, I just can't take the begging. I'll relent, just once, but, uh, no cuddling after and I won't call you in the morning.

Keith: The next time I shoot you, it won't be digitally. Unless I hit you in the finger and then we'll have a big laugh about it.

Veronica: The only way I'd ever make two grand in a week working at the Hut is if they installed a pole.

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