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]
Penelope: Cheryl Marjorie Blossom! What have you done?! Cheryl: Isn’t it obvious, Mother? I saved Christmas. Look how happy Nana Rose is. Penelope: You spoiled wretched little brat. How do you expect to pay for all of this?! Cheryl: Oh, I was thinking...maybe you could go to Mr. Lodge for a job? Of course, he’d probably ask what skills you have and you’d be forced to admit that only skill you have is being a terrible mother. So I guess you’re gonna have to get creative in the New Year. [Cheryl leaves] Nana: You should have drowned them at birth, like a basket of kittens.