George Jr.: Hey, Veronica.
Veronica: What was that about?
George Jr.: Just conducting a little business.
Veronica: Careful. When my sister sold stuff at school, she ended up in juvie.

Veronica: You as smart as your brother?
George Jr.: Nobody is.
Veronica: I got an older sister that's kind of a genius.
George Jr.: Oh, yeah? Why didn't she tutor you?
Veronica: She's in jail.
George Jr.: What'd she do?
Veronica: She sold a pinata full of weed to an undercover cop.
George Jr.: Doesn't sound like much of a genius.
Veronica: Oh, I don't know, she graduated high school.

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.