Veronica: Sorry, I know this isn't the most fun thing in the world.
Missy: I was happy just riding in the front seat of your car.

Missy: You probably hear this a lot, but you're, like, princess pretty.
Veronica: Oh. I don't know about that. But you are definitely princess material.
Missy: Well, until I'm allowed to wear makeup, this is as hot as I get.
Veronica: You don't need makeup.
Missy: I hope you're right. Mom says I have to wait till I'm 16.
Veronica: Mm. That'll get here sooner than you think.
Missy: Sure doesn't feel like it.
Veronica: Don't be in a rush. Honestly, I'd rather be your age again.
Missy: Really?
Veronica: Yeah. Being a grown-up is, uh complicated.

Missy: Maybe, if we make a wish at the same time we could switch places.
Veronica: You think?
Missy: It's worth a try.
Veronica: Okay. What do we need to do?
Missy: We close our eyes and at the exact same time say, "I wish I could switch places."
Veronica: Ready? One, two, three.
Both: I wish I could switch places. Well?
Missy: I'm still here. You?
Veronica: Same.
Missy: That's too bad. I really wanted to drive home. Can I anyway?
Veronica: Sure.
Missy: Really?
Veronica: No.