VERONICA: Hey ! How's it goin' ?
LOGAN: Oh, this is going to be good.
VERONICA: What ?
LOGAN: Well, you have that "I'd rather be making out with a broken bottle" look. Which, if history serves, means you're about to say something awkward.
VERONICA: This ? This is my "I'd rather be spelunking" look. It's like you don't know me at all.
LOGAN: Right. So let's have it.
VERONICA: So... you remember Duncan ?
LOGAN: Right. Blue eyes ?
VERONICA: Right.
LOGAN: Yes.
VERONICA: You wouldn't happen to know if he was with - and by "with", I mean with - uh, someone other than Meg ?
LOGAN: Well, there was this one girl. She was blond. Petite. Smelled of marshmallows and promises.
VERONICA: Promises ? That's the name of my perfume !
LOGAN: You know, generally speaking, I've kind of grown immune to your left-field questions, but I'm gonna bite on this one. What do you care who Duncan did when Duncan did do dudettes ?