3x01 Welcome Wagon
VERONICA: You a bounty hunter, boy ?
LOGAN: I really shouldn’t have pushed for the Clint Eastwood marathon. Now I’ve ruined you. I didn’t think it was possible to make you more butch. Stupid, stupid Logan. Well, want to feel like a man ? Walk me to class ?
VERONICA: Carry your books ?
LOGAN: Why not?


VERONICA: Logan, Logan, no !
LOGAN: Yep ? It’s your dad.
VERONICA: I forwarded our calls.
LOGAN: We need to work on communication.


LOGAN: Here. A bonus birthday gift.
VERONICA: You got me a bow ? A bow ?! How did you guess ?
LOGAN: Open it, smarty-pants.
VERONICA: Your room key ? What if I drop in unexpectedly ? The other girls will have to..
LOGAN: I bet you know there’s no one else. I only want you. You ought to know that by now. What then, no quip ?


3x02 My Big Fat Greek Rush Week
LOGAN: Ah, finally, my conjugal visit.
VERONICA: Hmm, lemme guess. You're out on good behaviour?
LOGAN: [softly] No.
He makes an announcement to his fellow escapees.
LOGAN: You all know my girl, Veronica.
He looks back up at his girlfriend.
LOGAN: I have your picture hung in my cell. Gets me through the long, lonely nights. I lend it to my buddy, Horshack, sometimes. Hope you don't mind.
VERONICA: It's good to share.
Veronica picks some food off his plate and pops it in her mouth.
LOGAN: Yep. Well, have a seat. We're waxing nostalgic over our time on the inside.
VERONICA: Hmm, I can't. You're breaking out, I'm breaking in.
Veronica gestures at the two of them for the benefit of the rest of the table.
VERONICA: Star-crossed.


3x03 Wichita Linebacker
LOGAN: [offscreen] Oh, boy.
Logan appears at the top of the stands, behind Veronica, looking over her shoulder at the newspaper. He lifts himself up on the rail to get a better look.
LOGAN: Nudity.
Veronica scoffs.
VERONICA: If you have words written on yourself, it's not nudity, it's political speech: taking control of one's body to turn the objectifying male gaze back on its-
LOGAN: O...
VERONICA: -self...
LOGAN: ...kay. No more college for you.
Veronica rises to join Logan and they walk up to the top, arm in arm. At the top, two girls are passing by.
One of them calls out to Logan, who is by now disentangled from Veronica.
CUTE GIRL: So, Logan! See you at the party?
LOGAN: Absolutely.
CUTE GIRL: Bring your friend, if you want.
LOGAN: O...kay.
Logan laughs as Veronica takes a good look at the two girls. Veronica and Logan carry on walking.
VERONICA: New friends?
LOGAN: Yeah, from weightlifting class.
VERONICA: Right! The only class you never miss. So what? You guys spot each other doing squat thrusts and stuff?
LOGAN: Have group sex in the showers.
VERONICA: Ha!
LOGAN: What is this? Jealous?
Logan, walking behind her, puts his arms around her waist and grins. He bends down to kiss her neck.
VERONICA: Ooh, jealous would involve piano wire.
LOGAN: Oh.
He lets her go and resumes walking next to her.
LOGAN: So what was that?
VERONICA: That was mild annoyance at the fact that two gym buddies invite you to a party and you're there already, but whenever I want to do something interesting, you're busy.
LOGAN: What do you mean, interesting like some fossil wheezing through a novel, huh?
VERONICA: First, Martin Amis isn't a fossil, and second, yes, it's college. We are supposed to expand our horizons past video games and binge drinking.
LOGAN: My horizons go slightly beyond that.
VERONICA: Great! So, how 'bout tonight we check out the Art Major group show?
LOGAN: [sheepishly] I'm busy.
Veronica is fed up.
LOGAN: No, really. I have a class 'til ten but, uh, you come by afterwards, we could write on ourselves, get real, uh...
He pushes back a strand of hair from her face.
LOGAN: Political.
He smirks.
VERONICA: That's what a girl likes to hear.
She grips his shoulder and puts on a husky voice.
VERONICA: "Darling."
Logan laughs.
VERONICA: "Do all the weird crap you like, just don't be late for the booty call." Really, how do you think that sounds?
Logan strokes her face and moves in closer to her.
LOGAN: I think that sounds romantic.
VERONICA: You also think weightlifting is an actual class.
LOGAN: Mm-hm.
VERONICA: Bye.
She leans forward and kisses him.
VERONICA: Got errands.
She turns and walks away under his lingering gaze.