Veronica Lodge

I want the truth. Whatever it is.

– I keep wrecking things.
– Welcome to my life.

– I was hoping maybe you could talk to Archie. Maybe he could convince Fred to sell.
– Yeah, sure, Mom, no problem. I'll just sexually manipulate Archie into doing my bidding.
– As long as you're in control.
– Oh, my God, mom, I was kidding!

I don't follow the rules. I make them. And when necessary, I break them.

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.

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

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

– Veronica, welcome to the River Vixens. Betty... better luck next time.
– Wait… what? Why? Because you couldn't bully Betty into being a bitch?
– I need girls with fire on my squad.
– I know what you need, Cheryl. Because I know who you are. You would rather people fear than like you, so you traffic in terror and intimidation. You're rich, so you've never been held accountable, but I'm living proof, that certainty... that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown... it won't last. Eventually, there will be a reckoning. Or... maybe that reckoning is now and maybe, that reckoning... is me. Betty and I come as a matching set. You want one, you take us both. You wanted fire? Sorry, Cherry-bombshell, my specialty's ice.

Betty, you know me. Any excuse to wear a cute party dress.

But I'm not lying about what happened to me. And Ethel's not lying. And proof or no proof, book or no book, I am going scorched earth on these privileged, despicable miscreants. You wanna get caught in that backdraft, Cheryl? Call me, or any of these beautiful, young, strong, intelligent women... slut. One. More. Time.

– I'm messed up, Veronica...
– We all are, Archie. And, honestly, you less than most.

I don't follow rules, I make them, and when necessary — I crake them!

When my father got arrested, it was the worst thing ever. All these... trolls started writing horrible things about us. We'd get letters and e-mails saying that my dad was a thief, my mom was a clueless socialite, and I was the spoiled rich-bitch ice princess. And what hurt the most about it was... the things the trolls were writing... were true. I was like Cheryl. I was worse than Cheryl. So, when my mom said we were moving to Riverdale, I made a pact with myself to use this as an opportunity to become maybe, hopefully, a better version of myself.