"Dear Diary, I want to kill- and you have to believe, it's for more than just selfish reasons, more than just a spoke in my menstrual cycle. You have to believe me!" - Veronica
"Betty Finn was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of Swatch dogs and Diet Coke heads" - Veronica
"Heather Chandler's one bitch that deserves to die" - JD
"I say we just grow up, be adults, and die - Veronica
"Ram and I died the day we realised we could never reveal our forbidden love to an uncaring and un-understanding world. The joy we shared in each other's arms was greater tham any touchdown. Yet we were forced to live the lie of sexist, beer-guzzling, jock assholes!" - Veronica reading the fake suicide note.
"Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count!" - Veronica.
"Dear Diary, last entry. No-one can stop JD. Not the FBI, the CIA or the PTA." - Veronica.
"Talk about your suicide pacts, huh? When our school blows up tomorrow, it's going to be the kind of thing to infect a generation! I mean, it's going to be a Woodstock for the 80's!" - JD.
"The slate is clean. Pretend I did blow up the school. All the schools. Now that you're dead, what are you going to do with your life?" - JD
"Grow up, Heather. Bulimia's so '87!" - Heather Chandler
"Veronica, why are you pulling my dick?" - Heather Duke
"This is Ohio. If you don't have a brewski in your hand you might as well be wearing a dress." - JD
"Heather says real life sucks losers dry. If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly." - Veronica
"What's your damage, Heather?" - Veronica