I have this friend and everytime I block her on messenger, she decides to make a new messenger to try to talk to me. I’m like if i block u and dont answer you, dont you think i dont wanna be friends anymore, I used to love being her friend until i realized she was the “toxic” friend, always making up lies,
Jughead: "I wish we could just go. Just hop on the motorcycle, and just leave Riverdale. Go some place where there's no Northside or Southside or Serpents, Ghoulies"
Betty: "No crazy moms. No Black Hoods. Like Romeo and Juliet, but we live happily ever after instead."
Archie: "I'm sorry."
Jughead: "It's cool... We're not gonna hug in front of this whole town. [laughs] So why don't we both just do that bro thing where we nod like douches and mutually suppress our emotions?"
Archie: "Yeah, but as friends, right?"
Jughead: "To be discussed, over many burgers, and many days."
Kevin: "This is our third time cam-ing and you haven't really told me anything about yourself."
Chic: "Yeah, well, you haven't taken your shirt off yet. So we're even.
Can I just say, between us, that Chic is creepy? I don't think he likes me and I don't think that he likes the twins. A couple of times I've just caught him, like, staring at us.
You're not gonna do that. You see, I never touched that body, Betty. Or the car. Or went through his phone, or called his contacts. I didn't go to the sewer pipe. It's not my fingerprints or hair they're gonna find. You know, maybe I should call the police, tell them what sort of things my sister's capable of doing. {...} You know, I don't think I'm comfortable being in the same room as someone who's done those sorts of things. It scares me, Betty. You scare me. Can't you see that? You're scaring me, Betty. You're scaring me!
Enough! Both of you! This is why Jason is dead. Because of this pointless, stupid fighting. We were supposed to be together, and you didn't let us have that, either of you. And you know what, it cost Jason his life.
It wasn't just trees. Dark, fertile earth. A mighty river. Back in those early days, we had a hand in everything. Building the railroads, operating the saloons and, yes, even a brothel. The old ways die hard, it seems.