Veronica: Newsflash, Mom: banning something only makes it more interesting
[Veronica hands Betty a mug]
Betty: Thank you.
Veronica: Now this stupid game is literally all anyone is talking about.
Betty: You’re not playing are you, V?
Veronica: B, you don’t make Vibe’s 20 under 20 by prancing around in the woods dancing in a deer carcass.

Betty: Jug, what are you doing?
Jughead: Betty, it’s all making sense. All of this is becoming clear. The game … the Gargoyle King. I’m on Level 3, and it’s only a matter of time before I ascend. And I get to beat him!

Penelope: I’ve heard of this game before. We shouldn’t play it; it doesn’t belong to us anyway.
[FP takes the game from her]
FP: “Gryphons and Gargoyles.” I thought this was an urban legend.
Fred: I heard some kids have been playing it at Seaside.
Hermione: I heard one of them had a heartache and died.
[Betty takes the game from FP]
Alice: In that case, we definitely have to play it. Right?

Alice: Forsyth Pendleton Jones Jr. He was the BMOC. An all-American athlete, a “stud muffin” as we used to say. He was different back then, Betty. Trying to be something different than what he was, but still trouble.
[Flashback returns to present]
Alice: I was as tough as nails, but around FP, silly putty. Even in detention with the secret growing inside me, I hated him … but I wanted him.
[Betty waves for her mom to stop]
Betty: Ugh, okay, okay, Mom. I get it.

Veronica: Okay, here’s the deal, you tell your lackeys to back off or else I’ll send these photographs of your drug lab to the authorities faster than you can say “Heisenberg.”
[Hiram looks through the photos]
Hiram: Hmmm, yeah, I doubt these will have much traction with Maneda.
[Veronica smirks]
Veronica: I won’t go to Maneda, I’ll go to the FBI. Oh, and also, I want $10,000 a week in perpetuity. That’s right, Daddy, I’m shaking you down.

Veronica: Serpettes, have either of you seen Jughead? I have a problem that his name scribbled all over it.
Cheryl: You mean True Detective?
[Veronica nods]
Cheryl: He’s busy canoodling Nancy Drew no doubt. How can we help?

Betty: Ben’s death haunts me, Jug. He didn’t scream. Why not? I wonder because that’s one of their rules of Griffins & Gargoyles?
Jughead: Betty, that’s what we’re missing. There’s no rule book, there’s no players’ manual. But, what if that’s the key to all this? The way that Ethel, Ben, and Dilton talked about it is like a religion.
Betty: Yeah, or a cult.
Jughead: And every cult has its king.

Jughead: Please, Princess Etheline.
Ethel: Don’t call me that! You haven’t earned that privilege, and you’re definitely not worthy of the King’s scripture yet.
Jughead: Yes, but I want to be. I want to be worthy, Ethel. Could you show me how?
[Ethel gives side-eye to Betty before turning to Jughead]
Ethel: We meet tomorrow night at Dilton’s bunker. But, just you.
[Ethel looks at Betty]
Ethel: Sorry, Betty, but you’ll never worthy no matter how hard you try.
[Betty tries to suppress a smile]

Veronica: What are you doing here?
Hiram: Warden Norton is a friend and a business associate. He told me about this little game, and he invited me to see it.
Veronica: And you of course have nothing better to do?
Hiram: And as disrespectful as you are being to me, I won’t let you flush your life down the drain for a boy. A criminal. And I think you’ll find that after today, you’ll no longer be allowed to visit Archie Andrews.
Veronica: I get it! Warden Norton is in your pocket. Everyone is in your pocket, except for me and Archie. You won’t keep us apart. For right now, I need to go cheer my boyfriend on a victory. If you’ll excuse me!

Jughead: Is this the Gargoyle King?
Ethel: How do you know about that?
Jughead: Dilton started to tell me, but he only got so far. So is it?
Ethel: No. No, it’s the opposite. I made that talisman to protect Ben.
Betty: How do you even know Ben?
Ethel: He’s my boyfriend.
Betty: I’ve never seen you two together.
Ethel: We started dating this summer, and we spent a lot of time in the bunkers.
Jughead: What bunker?
Ethel: Never mind!
Betty: Ethel! What bunker?
Ethel: Dilton’s ... in the woods.
Jughead: Dilton Doily has a secret bunker in the woods?!
Ethel: It was our secret spot and Dilton’s too.

Betty: What caused the blue lips?
Doctor: The cyanide was mixed into a sugary drink called, “Freshade.” Blueberry flavored. There’s something dimly familiar about this. If you had asked me before if I thought this was murder or suicide, I’m not sure what it is. But, whatever it is, it is darker than what happened to Jason Blossom or with The Black Hood. No, what we’re looking at here, I believe, is the true face of evil.

Betty: Juniper and Dagwood, are they alright?
Alice: Okay, here we go again.
Polly: Juniper and Dagwood are napping. They’re fine. Why wouldn’t they be?
Betty: Ummm, because I saw you and Mom throw the twins into a giant bonefire last night.
Alice: Okay, that’s enough! The only thing burning last night was the hibachi in the backyard. We were making skewers with a few friends.
Betty: From The Farm?
Alice: Yeah, as a matter of fact.
Polly: You must’ve had a hallucination from the seizure.
Betty: It was so real.

Riverdale Quotes

Veronica: What the hell is a "Sticky Maple"?
Kevin: It's kinda what it sounds like. It's a Riverdale thing.
Veronica: No, Kevin, it's a slut-shaming thing. And I'm neither a slut nor am I going to be shamed by someone named, excuse me, Chuck Clayton! Does he really think he can get away with this? Does he not know who I am?! I will cut the brakes on his supped-up phallic symbol.

Betty: How many times, Jug? How many times are we gonna push each other away?
[She tears up]
Jughead: Until it sticks. That was my dad’s one chance of going straight and I wrecked it! I’m not going to destroy you too.
Betty: Just tell me what happened, Jug. Jug!
[She whispers]
Betty: Don’t leave, please.
Jughead: Go home.
[He walks away]