Veronica Mars Page #3

Deputy.

You catch any husbands lately

with their pants down?

You should get a slide projector

and bring it down to the station.

We'd love to see your

dirty-picture collection.

Well, you boys are so busy cleaning up

the town, how will you find the time?

What'd you get those two crime lords for?

Embezzlement? Human trafficking?

Don't know yet. But I'm sure

we'll figure something out.

I guess you probably let a lot

of things slide on your watch.

Those days are gone now.

You know what happens when you

mess with the bull, right?

You get the clichs?

Lyles!

Look what we got here!

Couple of taggers.

I'm painting my

sister's bike, b*tch.

B*tch?

Who you calling a b*tch?

You want some more juice, boy?

You move one more inch, I will light

you up like a Christmas tree.

Deputy.

Unless you wanna be a YouTube star by

tomorrow morning, let those boys go now.

Or I can shove that phone

right up your ass.

Well, we've seen how

tough you are with boys.

Maybe this is the day you find out

how you do with a full-grown man.

Would you look at that?

Already uploaded to the Cloud.

Well...

I think these boys have

learned a valuable lesson.

Guess we can shut it

down for the night.

Let's go.

You realize you'll make

more in your first year...

- ... than I did in the best

years of my life? - So?

So? You're destined for greatness.

Something much bigger than you

would have ever found here.

The only greatness...

inherent in these jobs

I'm interviewing for...

is the fact that they'll allow

me to pay off my student loans.

- Candygram for Mongo.

- Mongo like candy.

Hey, welcome home. Welcome home.

Mac, Wallace. You hardly

drop by at all anymore.

Hi.

- Wallace.

- Mr. Mars.

How's next year's

freshman class looking?

Words you never wanna hear

out of your dad's mouth.

- His team.

- Whatever, perv.

I've been promoted to JV

coach for next year...

so now I'm just waiting for

Coach McDonald to die.

Well, good luck with that. And, Mac,

you still with Sun Microsystems?

Actually...

Go ahead and tell them

what you been up to now.

The shame. Ooh, the shame.

Hooters waitress?

Ren-Faire juggler?

- Telemarketing.

- Hooters bar back!

- Clubbing baby seals.

- Heh.

Worse. I actually took a

job with Kane Software.

I know. I hate it. I do. I wish

I was clubbing baby seals...

but they just pay me so well.

$10,000 Pyramid.

"Things a whore says. "

- Bud. Bud Light.

- Ooh. Thank you.

So when Logan said "jump"...

did you actually say "how high"...

or was there an understanding that

you would achieve max verticality?

Wow. Two beers. That's how long

it takes for you to get surly.

In case it slipped your mind, Piz is the

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