When you get your chance to testify, it's important you keep yourself in check, okay? Aaron's lawyer is gonna use everything in his bag of tricks to rile you.
Ah, but here's the thing - I'm "unrileable." Easygoing Veronica Mars: that's what the kids at school call me.
You sure you don't want to go over your testimony with the lawyers again?
You know what I want, more than anything in the world? I want to be there, in court, watching Aaron at the moment the jury reads the verdict. I want to see that smirk wiped from his face. I want to see his expression at the exact moment he realizes he'll never be a free man again.
"Easygoing Veronica Mars," huh? [kisses her forehead] You know how fat men are sometimes called "Tiny"?
[sighs] Okay, look, so you know quadratic equations, right?
Do I look like someone who knows quadratic equations, huh?
I'm just trying to see what you already know.
Zero! You want your car fixed? Teach me.
Okay, okay. All right, look, so this equation right here, what do you think we should do first?
Am I a five-year-old girl, huh? Lay it out for me, dawg, c'mon! Make me understand.
Okay, okay! 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. Except oil is "Y" times as much -
If this is your idea of terms I'll understand, I'm going to kill you. Or myself. It's a toss-up. Screw it, man. I'll just cheat.
No, look... but what about my car?
You know power buffers, right? Well, let's say your door panel is a summer home, right, and you need to clear out the south lawn to make a tennis court, so -
[from next table over] F-O-I-L. That's all it is. First, Outside, Inside, Last. All algebra - it's just the formula.
Now can you teach me that?
You'll still fix his car?
Okay, say you and your buddy buy a 12-pack of spark plugs... [Weevil glares] I'm just kidding.
[Mac is marking Weevil's work.]
Okay, you put another "X" on that paper, and we're gonna have a problem.
I'd put little smiley faces, but I don't know if that's gonna sell "wrong."
I told you you went too fast on balancing equations.
You plowed right through! I didn't even understand what you were talking about.
What, you're saying you're smarter than me?
No, I wasn't. Here's what that would've sounded like: "I'm smarter than you." Hear the difference?
You don't really believe that.
Then why did I get it tattooed on my hip?
If this what you need to do to feel better about yourself...
[to Weevil] If I get you an A, will you shiv him?
Hey, I got an idea. How about you two geniuses go work out your aggression in some coat room and then come back here and teach me algebra, huh?
(Mac and Beaver grin at each other)
