Betty: I think a part of me has been in love with Archie for 10 years, Cheryl. Cheryl: False. You’ve been in love with the idea of Archie. The idea of the perfect romance. That wasn’t real, that was fantasy. In this town of nightmares, you and Jughead found each other. That’s real. That’s maybe even, dare I say, endgame? Who knows?
Hiram: I want to come home. Hermione: You don’t live here anymore. Just … stop. Veronica and I are finally free of you. Hiram: Is that what freedom looks like? Playing hostess at a teenager’s gin joint. [Hiram takes off his shirt] Hiram: Let me back in. You won’t have to work another day ever again. You’ll be my wife again. Hermione: Over my dead body. Hiram: That can be arranged. [Hermione slaps Hiram] Hiram: Was that foreplay or punishment?