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 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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.