Veronica Sawyer: She's my best friend. God, I hate her.
J.D.: The extreme always seems to make an impression.
Heather Duke: Some people need different kinds of convincing than others.
Heather Chandler: Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No one at Westerberg is going to let you play their reindeer games.
Veronica Sawyer: I really don't like my friends.
J.D.: I don't really like your friends either.
Veronica Sawyer: They are just people I work with and and our "job" is being popular and shit.
J.D.: I like it. It's got that what-a-cruel-world-let's-toss-ourselves-in-the-abyss type ambience.
J.D.: I'm a no-rust-build-up man, myself.
Heather Chandler: Corn Nuts.
Veronica Sawyer: Plain or BQ?
Heather Chandler: BQ.
J.D.: I knew that loose was too noose... uh... noose too loose.
Veronica Sawyer: Watch it Heather, you might be digesting food there.
Heather McNamara: Yeah, where's your urge to purge?
Heather Duke: Fuck it.
J.D.: I can't believe you did it. I was teasing. I loved you. Course, I was coming up here to kill ya.
Veronica Sawyer: If you think I'm doing another suicide note you're wrong.
J.D.: You don't get it do you? Society nods its head at any horror the American teenager can think upon itself. Nobody is going to care about exact handwriting.
Veronica Sawyer: I just killed my best friend.
J.D.: And your worst enemy.
Veronica Sawyer: Same difference.
Veronica Sawyer: Great pate, mom, but I gotta motor if I wanna be ready for that party tonight.
Veronica Sawyer: Suicide gave Heather depth, Kurt a soul, and Ram a brain. I don't know what it's given me, but I have no control over myself when I'm with J.D. Are we going to prom or to hell?
Heather McNamara: God, they're not gonna expel him. They'll just suspend him for a week or something.
Heather Chandler: He used a real gun, they should throw his ass in jail.
Veronica Sawyer: He used blanks. All he did was ruin 2 pairs of pants, maybe not even that... can you bleach out urine stains?
Veronica Sawyer: It's one thing to want someone out of your life, but it's another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer.
Heather Chandler: Grow up Heather, bulimia's so '87.
J.D.: Greetings and salutations... you a Heather?
Veronica Sawyer: No, I'm a Veronica... Sawyer.
Heather McNamara: God, aren't they fed yet? Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa?
Veronica Sawyer: Oh, sure. Pilgrims, Indians... Tator Tots. It's a real party continent.
Answer: I think it's one of those "This can't be happening, I must be dreaming" moments. Same as when a character pinches themselves in order to wake up, or they tell someone to pinch them. Veronica can hardly believe what she and JD did.