[imitating Clint Eastwood] You a bounty hunter, boy?
I really shouldn't have pushed for the Clint Eastwood marathon. Now I've ruined you. I didn't think it was possible to make you more butch. Stupid, stupid Logan. Well, wanna feel like a man, walk me to class?
[normal voice] Carry your books?
Why not? [they start walking to class] Guess who I saw on campus today?
Some girl going wild? As I understand it, it happens all the time in college. I'm on the verge of it right now.
I thought he was crashing with his dad in the Caymans.
Yeah, but it was brief - shouted his name, flipped me off: the bonds of friendship.
[Keith joins Veronica in her room.]
Yeah, you'll never believe it, a maid from our hotel in New York found the flash card with our vacation pictures on it. Look.
[Veronica stares at Keith, confused.]
Its an expression of excitement and enthusiasm.
RBRat boy
We saw you get ripped off.
You're twelve. What were you doing up at Hearst?
FBFerret boy
Checking out the college girls laying out. Some of them go topless.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up right there, son. Tell us exactly where this sunbathing goes on.
FBFerret boy
South quad, where that statue is.
What are you saying you saw?
Is it the Randolph Hearst statue, or the amorphous blobby thing?
[about two girls] New friends?
Yeah, from weightlifting class.
Right! The only class you never miss. So, what - you guys, like, spot each other doing squat thrusts and stuff?
And have group sex in the showers. [Veronica scoffs] What is this, jealous?
Oh, jealous would involve piano wire.
That was mild annoyance at the fact that two gym buddies invite you to a party and you're there already, but whenever I want to do something interesting, you're busy.
You mean "interesting" like some fossil wheezing through a novel?
First, Martin Amis isn't a fossil, and second, yes, it's college. We're supposed to expand our horizons past video games and binge drinking.
My horizons go slightly beyond that.
Great. So, how about tonight we check out the art-major group show?
I'm busy? [she sighs] No, really, I have a class till ten, but if you come by afterwards, we could write on ourselves. Get real, uh... political.
That's what a girl wants to hear: "Darling, do all the weird crap you like, just don't be late for the booty call."
[to boss] Guess I'll wash some spoiled bitch's graduation gift from daddy, huh?
I'm not spoiled, and uh, technically, it wasn't for graduation.
What about the bitch part?
That depends on who you ask. How are you, Weevil? I haven't seen you...
Since that awkward arrested-for-murder incident? Yeah! I remember.
You plea bargained down to assault?
And now I'm working at the car wash. Which, as it turns out, is not as fun as the song might sound.
