Cliff McCormack: So, it's called self-surrender. At the negotiated time, 5 days hence, Wallace Fennel will turn himself into the Neptune Sheriff's department who will oversee his transfer to the Chicago police.
Wallace: What if I'm not there?
Cliff McCormack: Then they'll issue a warrant, you'll be arrested, probably found guilty and end up married to some enormous murderer named Tiny. My advice -- be punctual.
Veronica: Or prove your innocence.
Cliff McCormack: Or that, suit yourself.
(Logan and Weevil are sitting at tables next to each other at the restaurant where Veronica works)
Weevil: Uh, yeah, can we stay focused here? 'Cause if we're seen here by the wrong people, that would be bad.
Veronica: Oh, so this is sneaking. I have a pantomime horse disguise you could use...do either of you have experience being a horse's ass?
Keith: Can you dig up the Murray file? I guess now we need to destroy it.
Veronica: What! They reconciled? How?
Keith: Mystery of love would be my guess.
Veronica: (Voiceover) Million dollar "sorry I banged the maid" ring would be mine.
Eli: Ok, we got a Fitzpatrick priest running the show at the church where the P.C.H.'s go, right?
Logan: That's decent thinking for a novice. But aren't priests supposed to be, like.. good and stuff?