TV series: Riverdale (Riverdale). Page 2

I want the truth. Whatever it was.
I want the truth. Whatever it is.

- I'm confused, Veronica.
- As we all do, Archie. And, frankly, you're less of others.
- I'm messed up, Veronica...
- We all are, Archie. And, honestly, you less than most.

- Have you ever thought... what would have happened if you hadn't? What if you made a different choice?
- In the sense of a choice?
Every day I think it would be, I leave Riverdale with my mom. It would be everything... It would be better for me?
I can't answer that, Archie. But then we never would have met, and it would be a tragedy of epic proportions.
- Do you ever wonder... what if you had done things differently? What if you had made different choices?
- What do you mean, different choices?
- Every day I wonder, what if I had left Riverdale with my mom? Would things be... Would I be better off?
- I can't answer that, Archie. But we wouldn't have met, and... that would've been a tragedy of epic proportions.

Every day I feel like there's a new secret... lies about my parents and their actions. I don't want my mom to be guilty, Archie. I really want this to be a lie.
Every day, I feel like there's a new secret... a new lie about my parents and what they've done. I don't want my mom to be guilty, Archie. I really want that to be a lie.

- I keep screwing up.
- Welcome to my life.
- I keep wrecking things.
- Welcome to my life.

Trust me, no one will remember. Except maybe the fact that I accused Cheryl in twincest.
Trust me, no one will remember anything. Except maybe that I accused Cheryl of twincest.

Me seriously that something is wrong. Like I some kind of darkness that is overwhelming sometimes, and I don't know where she is. But I think she is the reason I do these crazy things.
Something is very... very wrong with me. Like there's this darkness in me that's overwhelming sometimes, and I don't know where it comes from. But I think that's what makes me do these crazy things.

You did something good. Just sometimes... when people are doing something good for me, I become isolated. Maybe I'm not used to it. Maybe I'm afraid. It's going to hurt. Or that I rejected... because of who I am.
You were doing something nice. It's just that sometimes, when people do nice things for me, I short circuit. Maybe I'm not used to it. Maybe I'm scared. Of getting hurt. Or being rejected... for being myself.

And I all this time thought you were a romantic, not a soldier.
- I and then, and then. I versatile.
- And all this time I thought you were a lover, not a fighter.
- I'm both. I've got layers.

- Why do they do it?
- They are agents of chaos, Kevin. They don't need a reason.
- Why are they doing this?
- They're agents of chaos, Kevin. They don't need a reason.

You dummy, didn't even vote. So, you really are too stupid to exercise your rights, and you vocabulary as fried potatoes. Consider this your last training as a River of Foxes and your last week as my assistants. You fired on all fronts. That's all. Bring down, bitches.
You catatonic bimbos didn't even vote. So you stuttering sapheads are too dim to exercise your own rights, and you've got the combined vocabulary of a baked potato. Consider this your last practice as River Vixens, and your last week as my social handmaidens. You're fired on all fronts. That's all. Shoo, bitches.