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]
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.