Veronica: Naturally.
Logan: I, uh, I know the feeling.
Veronica: You? Host of the greatest private replacement prom ever? I'm sure you could have your pick of the bimbos. I really like this song.
Logan: You know, I'm surprised, Veronica. As a keen observer of the human condition, I thought you saw through people better than that. Bimbos? That's not me anymore.
Veronica: So, what are you like now?
Logan: You know, tortured. Ever since I had my heart broken.
Veronica: Hannah really did do a number on you, huh?
Logan: Come on, you know I'm not talking about Hannah. I thought our story was epic, you know? You and me.
Veronica: Epic how?
Logan: Spanning years, and continents. Lives ruined and blood shed. Epic! But summer's almost here, and we won't see each other at all. And then you'll leave town, and then... it's over.
Veronica: Logan...
Logan: I'm sorry... about last summer. You know, if I could do it over...
Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?
Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.
Veronica: I have to go. I have... to go.


