הנה כמה
מצטערת שזה בלי ציון מאיזה פרק.. פשוט עשיתי לעצמי די מזמן קובץ וורד עם כל מיני LOGAN: Is this the help desk? Cause I need a little help. VERONICA: Let me guess. You have this pathologically suspicious girlfriend, and you hope maybe there's a guidebook? LOGAN: No, it's more like, uh...what's beyond pathological? --- VERONICA: You're not showing me porn? LOGAN: No. VERONICA: Is it a fuzzy, new-born kitten? ---- זה אחד האהובים עלי P: WALLACE: I liked the other place you worked better. VERONICA: Think maybe that's because we had food there? ---- VERONICA: Yo, room dog. What up? Big plans this Friday night? PIZ: Work. You? Study night? VERONICA: Planning the perfect murder. She smiles. PIZ: Uh, oh. Piz heads for his part of the room. Meryl is fast asleep in his bed. PIZ: There's a girl in my bed. VERONICA: [lasciviously] Yeah, buddy. ---- VERONICA: You know, if I were a hooker, this snuggle would cost you. LOGAN: I'll gladly pay. VERONICA: Really? LOGAN: For this? Cash money. Veronica twist around to face him. --- Veronica and Logan are at one of the tables. Logan is eating chips. Veronica appears to be concentrating on her reading as Logan eats his chips. She speaks without looking up as he picks up another chip. VERONICA: Are you gonna eat that? Logan holds up the chip. LOGAN: This? VERONICA: Yeah, that fry in particular. LOGAN: That was the plan. VERONICA: I'm just saying, if you weren't, or if you were just gonna consume it out of obligation or to meet someone else's expectations, I know someone who might be willing to take it off your hands. Logan starts to feed the chip to her. VERONICA: Maybe add a little ketchup, make it worth a girl's while. Logan sighs, but dutifully dips it in tomato sauce first, then puts the chip in her mouth. VERONICA: You're welcome.
