Lili Reinhart Quotes
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: 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: 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.
Betty: You don’t deserve this, Arch. Any of it.
Archie: What if I do?
Veronica: Archie, why would you say that?
Archie: Because I’m guilty! I didn’t kill Cassidy, but I left him alone with Andre. If I didn’t walk away, he might still be alive. And not just Cassidy, all of it ... all of last year. I didn’t kill anyone, but I could have. I have to take responsibility for that.
Alice: These diaries are your past, and your past is crushing you. Edgar says that...
Betty: What, Mom? What does some guru who’s running a heaven’s gate commune for pregnant runaways and wives of serial killers have to say about my diaries?
Alice: We know that you look down on the Farm, Betty. But, Edgar has done nothing but help me. He’s encouraged me to embrace everything that I was ashamed of and become the best version of myself.
Hal: I never doubted for a moment you’d come. You’re the only one who understands me. Just like me.
Betty: You did ... unspeakable, horrible things. I’m not like that. I am not like you.
Hal: Aren’t you?
Betty: No.
Hal: Then why are you here?
Betty: To say goodbye, Dad. And also to say, no more darkness. No more evil. It’s over.
Hal: Who am I, Betty? Say it. Say who I am!
Betty: You’re The Black Hood.
Hal: That’s right. Now say what I did.
Betty: You shot Mr. Andrews, you killed Ms. Grundy, Sugar Man, Midge, Dr. Masters. But the debate...
Hal: Was not me. I can’t take credit for that.
Hal: Penny for your thoughts, Hun?
Betty: I was thinking he was a test.
Hal: Who was?
Betty: The imposter, Chic, everything that he did to us, brought to us, was kinda a test. But, we survived and we’re stronger for it.
Alice: Well, that remains to be seen.
Betty: No, Mom, we are. And we’ll survive whatever comes next.
Cheryl: Betty, it’s okay, it wasn’t Chic.
Betty: But it could’ve been. Chic is probably out there with a bullet in his forehead or...
Cheryl: Or he got away and he’s on a train back to Transylvania.
Betty: I delivered to The Black Hood, Cheryl. That makes me a murder. I’ve been trying to prove my dad’s a killer, when really all I had to do was look in the mirror. Oh God! He got what he wanted. We’re the same.
Betty: I’m going to give you a head start. I’d say you have about a 70% chance of making it before he cuts you down. Really, you should start running.
[The Black Hood starts walking closer]
Betty: Sixty per cent. The longer you stall, the more your chances keep dropping. What are you waiting for?
[He gets closer and Chic takes off running]
Betty: Fifty.
[The Black Hood chases after Chic]
Betty: Goodbye Chic.
