Jughead Quotes

Every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people.

Archie! Trying to figure out a woman is just like punching yourself in the head -- It feels good when you stop!! (Jughead Jones)

Sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world

Fear. It's the most basic, the most human emotion. As kids, we're afraid of everything. The dark. The boogeyman under the bed. And we pray for morning. For the monsters to go away. Though they never do. Not really

You're so much stronger than all of the white noise.

I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in and I don't want to fit in.

I am weird, I am a weirdo. I dont fit in. And I dont want to fit in." - Jughead Jones Riverdale Archie Comics

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in. And I don’t want to fit in

This ends now. You had no right to change the date without consulting me first.” “Enough with the dramatics. I get it. You don’t want to marry me in June. We’ll move it. Point made,” she snapped at me. “No, you don’t get it! I don’t want to marry you. Not in June. Not in July. Not two years from now. Not anytime.” I felt like I was reading from the Dr. Seuss book Laney had quoted to the little girl at Jughead’s Diner. Not in June, not on the moon, not in socks, not in a box. Never, never! “I’m done, Sloane.” There was a pause. Who was being dramatic now? “You can’t do this to me!” “Me, me, me!” I seethed. “Just because marriage starts with an m and ends with an e , it’s not all about you!” “Well, the word mistake does, too, but you can’t blame me for the one you’re making, mister. Just wait until my father—” My cab careened past Ruel’s and the other cars idling along the curb for departures and swung into the first free space. I had caught up with Laney. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Have a nice life, Sloane.

JUGHEAD: Weekdays, from 8:25am to 3:01pm, we adhere to a strict regiment...

In this town of nightmares, you and Jughead found each other. That's real.

As for sick people, patients, I had no illusions … In another neighborhood they’d be no less grasping or jugheaded or weak-kneed than the ones here. The same wine, the same movies, the same sports talk, the same enthusiastic submission to the natural needs of the gullet and the ass would produce the same crude, filthy horde, staggering from lie to lie, bragging, scheming, vicious … brutal between two fits of panic. But just as a sick man changes sides in bed and in life, so we too are entitled to move from side to side, it’s the only thing we can do, the only defense that’s ever been found against Fate. No good hoping to drop off your misery somewhere on the way. Misery is like some horrible woman you’ve married. Maybe it’s better to end up loving her a little than to knock yourself out beating her all your life. Since obviously you won’t be able to bump her off.

A deep, echoing voice boomed from the radio. “And as the righteous shall be judged, so shall the wicked be punished. As it is written, so it shall come to pass.” “Oh, good,” Jughead said. “Children of the Corn. Very comforting.

Newsflash, Jughead-- The world doesn't stop just because you're having an anxiety attack.

Maybe he thought up a cure by now which those jugheads out in Rochester, Minnesota, ain’t heard about yet. What kind of a place is that to have a goddam hospital, anyhow, out there in the wilds of nowhere? Does a man not freeze his ass off by the time they get him in bed?

Just in case you didn't know, I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in, and I don't want to fit in.

Jughead. This is Riverdale. The town that time forgot. Does anyone here have any idea what decade it actually is?

Knowing you, you could be discussing anything from how the code for the nuclear football is the same as your Subway Club Card ID to which Archie Comics character is the most fuckable … Jughead or Mr. Weatherbee.