Veronica: I'll be at home. With the only sane member of the Mars family.
Keith: The one who eats from the garbage and keeps bringing me dead birds?
Veronica: That's the one.
Keith: This is important, you remember this, I used to be cool.
Veronica: When?
Keith: '77. Trans-Am, Blue Oyster Cult in the 8-track, foxy, stacked blond riding shotgun, racing for pink slips.... more
Lamb: Always looking for a crime where there isn't one. Think you need a new hobby, Keith.
Keith: Oh, I don't know. I find solving an investigation very relaxing. You should give it a try some time
Keith: When you leave a sleepover early, I'm supposed to put a trench coat over my pajamas and come pick you up.
Veronica: Sorry. I drive now. And I'm not 9.
Keith: You'll always be 9 to me.... more
Lamb: What are you looking at, nutjob?
Keith: Cut him some slack, Don.
Lamb: I wasn't talking to him, Keith. [exits]
Lucky: I don't think he likes you.