That's kinda the good part
I'm in a mood, and Ciera's SN post made me want to do a pic!spam of one of my ships.
You know you want to look at it.
GIRL: Why doesn't someone cut him down?
BOY: Yeah! I'll do it! I wanna be the guy up there tomorrow!
VERONICA: Move.
BOY: Who died and made you queen [she pulls a knife] You are a freak.
VERONICA: [to Wallace] You're new here, huh? Welcome to Neptune High. Go Pirates!
WALLACE: Girl, you should hear what people say about you.
VERONICA: So then why are you sitting here?
WALLACE: You sat next to me.
VERONICA: This is my table.
WALLACE: And what a fine table it is. What do you suppose this is made of? Oak?
VERONICA: Look, if people are saying such awful things...
WALLACE: Well, I figure I've got a choice. I can either hang out with the punks that laughed at me,
took pictures of me while I was taped to that flagpole ... or I can hang out with the chick who cut me down.
WALLACE: I owe you big time.
VERONICA: I had my own reasons for doing it, trust me.
WALLACE: Oh no, you don't. You really think I'm gonna let you get away with that? That might play
with the masses, but underneath that angry young woman shell, there's a slighty less angry young
woman ... who's just dying to bake me something. You're a marshmellow, Veronica Mars. A Twinkie.
KEITH: Keith Mars.
WALLACE: Hi, Sir. Wallace Fennel.
VERONICA: Wallace is a friend of mine! Take that, High School Guidance Counsellor!
KEITH: So how'd you get roped into this?
WALLACE: She promised me all the answer keys to ... She promised to be my friend.
KEITH: I'd have held out for a better offer.
WALLACE: It's not going to work. You can't take the cool out of me. Look, pocket protector and I'm still full of pimp juice.
VERONICA: Shouldn't you be a little more sombre for your poor scammed girlfriend?
WALLACE: Now you know she's not my girlfriend, so why are you even trying to play it like that?
VERONICA: Like what?
WALLACE: Like you wanna have this whole conversation about whether I like her or whatever. Like we just got out of cheerleading practice. Guys don't do that.
VERONICA: Okay.
WALLACE: If guys like someone, he just likes her. He doesn't need to have a '5 hour talk' about it.
VERONICA: So you like her, but we're just not having a talk about it?
WALLACE: Yes.
VERONICA: Do you like her a lot?
WALLACE: Yes, I like her a lot. Yes, I go two floors out of my way between classes so I can see her. Yes, I volunteer to reorganize an entire filing system of attendance crap, just so I can be
in the same room as her. Are you happy?
VERONICA: I still think you're a badass.
VERONICA: Twenty seconds, baby.
WALLACE: You're this excited about the super featherweight crown?
VERONICA: I know, I'm usually so passive. But our bond grows stronger everday, he-who-has-satellite-dish!
WALLACE: So, did you take the purity test? ... Yeah, me neither. Stupid, right?
VERONICA: What'd you score?
WALLACE: Seventy.
VERONICA: Wow, you're 30% danger-lovin, girl touching, rock star!
WALLACE: More like one point away from being cool.
VERONICA: Here [flashes her sports bar]
MS. FENNEL: [having seen the whole thing] Wallace. Can I talk to you for a moment?
VERONICA: That had to be worth at least two points.
VERONICA: I need to ask another favour.
WALLACE: This mission better involve me seducing the head cheerleader.
VERONICA: I need you to poke around and see if you can get me a fake ID. If you must seduce the
head cheerleader to accomplish your mission, so be it.
WALLACE: No sweat. How do I do that?
VERONICA: Play on her insecurities.
WALLACE: I meant the fake ID part.
VERONICA: Okay, let's pretend for a moment that this mythical head cheerleader of yours has just asked you out on a date. In exchange for seven minutes in Heaven, you have to get her into the hottest nightclub in Neptune or at least buy her a pack of strawberry wine coolers. The stakes are high, Wallace Fennel. Think, now. What would you do?
WALLACE: [puts his arm around Veronica and whispers] Hey, Veronica.
VERONICA: Yeah?
WALLACE: I need you to get me a fake ID so I can get some fake action from a fake cheerleader.
VERONICA: Wallace?
WALLACE: Yeah?
VERONICA: Please find out who else in school is making them.
WALLACE: Nobody I talked to at school knows anything about fake IDs ... but then, this afternoon,
a kid from my biology class comes into Sac-N-Pac, buys a six pack from my boss like it was no problem.
VERONICA: Did you figure out where he got his ID from?
WALLACE: Slow down, this is my story. Followed him out to the parking lot and I was like; 'Yo, fella, check it out, you're on Candid Camera'. Gave him the 411 on our video playback
capabilites, you know, leaded on him a little bit. Like I was Shaft or something.
VERONICA: Shut yo mouth!
WALLACE: Long story short -
VERONICA: Ha!
WALLACE: The guy claimed there's a mystery locker at school.
VERONICA: Ooh, I like it already.
WALLACE: Here's how it works; you put your name and $250 in locker 110 first thing in the morning. Come afternoon, brand spanking new licence that says you were born in 1983 arrives in your locker.
VERONICA: Are you willing to put $250 into some strange locker just to see if this works?
WALLACE: Hell, no. I'm using your money.
VERONICA: Okay, I'm hanging out. Hey, you're on the basketball team, right?
WALLACE: You obviously haven't seen us play. I am the basketball team.
VERONICA: Can you do something for me?
WALLACE: You just stopped hanging out again.
VERONICA: It's a favour for Meg. She's got this secret admirer, he's been text messaging her. You know Caz and Martin on the team? How about you sneak a peek at their cell phones and see if they dialed Meg's number.
WALLACE: What is it with you girls and your girly girl drama? What are you now, a love detective?
VERONICA: Wallace. If you do this for me, we'll be best friends forever. Come on, don't you want us to be BFF?
WALLACE: Alright, alright. But the next time we hang out, you've gotta actually hang out.
WALLACE: I must say, I'm a little touched. You picked the locker next to mine.
VERONICA: This is prime real estate. Wallace Fennal adajacent?
WALLACE: I'm telling you, this school is so much better than my old one. Look at this.
VERONICA: Wow, your own cookies?
WALLACE: Snickerdoodles. And they just appear in my locker, just like that. Open my locker, bam, homemade cookies. And that's not all.
VERONICA: A peeled grape?!
WALLACE: [reading] "Go Wallace. We love you. You rock."
VERONICA: Wow. A snack and an ego stroke. I wish I was a baller.
RICHIE: Neptune High sucks. Believe me.
VERONICA: [as Betty] Oh, I do.
RICHIE: We beat them every year.
ZEKE: That was then, this is now. I tell you, that Fennel kid is amazing.
VERONICA: [dropping character momentarily for pride] He is? Really?
WALLACE: [watching her as she bakes and listens to a tape] It must be some good music. I could've painted the living room and you wouldn't have noticed. I left my algebra book here.
So maybe you were right about the goat [sits and eats a really hot cookie] Wait a minute. These are snickerdoodles. You're the one that's been making my spirit boxes?
VERONICA: I used to be on pep squad, remember?
WALLACE: But you think all this stuff is stupid.
VERONICA: You don't [slaps his hand as he grabs another one] Hey, you wanna open your
locker tomorrow and find an empty box? [he pouts and she rolls her eyes and nods]
WALLACE: This just sucks.
VERONICA: I have to say, it really does.
WALLACE: Coach called me into his office and said I should play. All the guys want me to play. But my playing isn't really a big deal. Jack's good, he was a starter last year.
VERONICA: What do you want to do?
WALLACE: You know I want to play. But on the other hand, it's not worth Polly's life. I can't do it, I can't play.
VERONICA: Would it cheer you up if I brought back the goat?
WALLACE: [laughs] Yeah, it would.
VERONICA: Kick some ass, Air Fennel! [gives him props and slaps his ass]
VERONICA VOICEOVER: Ah, the big game. Another high school high that makes me want to eat rocks. Being surrounded by screaming, foam fingered spirit freaks who hate me hardly sounds thrilling, but for Wallace, this is his shining moment. So, what's it gonna be girly girl? [she sighs and walks into the gym]
VERONICA: On the bright side, if our parents get hitched, we could have bunk beds and stay up all night talking.
WALLACE: You're truly sick.
VERONICA: I've always wanted a little brother I could dress up like a little doll.
WALLACE: Yeah? See how that works out for you.
WALLACE: So, I guess she's just a placeholder then? Somebody to keep your dad from being lonely until the woman that dumped him decides she's ready to come back?
VERONICA: What do you expect me to say, Wallace? This is my family. Two minutes ago, you didn't want them together either!
WALLACE: Yeah, I probably wish Mom would've found a guy who wasn't my best friend's dad, but ... Mom hasn't found a decent guy since my dad died and if she's just gonna get burned, I need to tell her right now.
VERONICA: Wallace, wait. Do me a favour and just wait a few weeks.
WALLACE: I gotta say, Veronica. I'm getting a little tired of doing you favours.
VERONICA: [as he walks up and opens his locker] Hey. You said something last night. Am I really your best friend?
WALLACE: Who else you see in the running? [without looking at her] Quit smiling at me.
WALLACE: You could have sat with me.
VERONICA: I thought you were making a point.
WALLACE: I wasn't. There's no school file on Ben.
VERONICA: Strange.
WALLACE: Maybe he's too new [pulling a file out] I got you Norris's file.
VERONICA: You're saintly.
WALLACE: I get the top bunk!
VERONICA: Hey, Wallace. Thanks. For what it's worth; you're my best friend too.
WALLACE: I'm glad you found your mom and got her some help. I should've told you that sooner.
VERONICA: I should've told you that sooner.
VERONICA: [on the phone, pretending to be someone else] Great, um, I'll send my brother to meet you. Dog beach, three o'clock. Thanks, buh-bye.
WALLACE: So I'm your brother?
VERONICA: I didn't mean brother like, brother. I meant brother like ... [does a funky gangsta wave] You know.
WALLACE: [laughing] Yeah, I know. And where are you gonna get a thousand bucks? If you rollin like that, you've really been holding out on a 'brutha'
VERONICA: Wallace. I'm so sorry I had you bug Kane Software. I honestly thought no one would find out and if I knew your mom was gonna get in trouble...
WALLACE: Stop! I'm not stupid. I know I wasn't just delievering a plant. I could've said no. You know, I do these things for you and I never ask why.
VERONICA: I know.
WALLACE: You know why? Because I know you would never tell me.
VERONICA: I'd do the same for you.
WALLACE: Logan Echolls used one of the absence slips I took for you.
VERONICA: You checked the absence slips?
WALLACE: You, I do favours for. My friends, I put my butt on the line for. That guy doesn't even know my name. You wanna tell me why I'm helping him out?
VERONICA: You're not.
WALLACE: You sure about that?
VERONICA: I needed him for something with his mother's case. I-it was just loose ends and stuff. That's it.
WALLACE: [knows she's lying] Thanks. Now that I know all the details, I don't feel like such a chump.
VERONICA: This is so not an 'I told you so', but do you see why I kinda keep things to myself?
I think I can go home now.
WALLACE: Maybe you should just stay here.
VERONICA: No, I feel better. Of course, you feel worse.
WALLACE: No, I don't care about me right now. I just wish I could so something. Or say something.
VERONICA: You don't have to say anything. That's kinda the good part [opens her laptop] You say I never tell you anything when I ask for favours?
WALLACE: Yeah, you soo don't have to worry about that right now.
VERONICA: I'm not worried ... Here's everything there is to know.
And all that cuteness in just the first season. That's right, expect part two sometime in the near future.