You Just Wanna See Me Fall Again Thats Alright I Know Youll Be Back Again
Andrew: We're all pretty bizarre. Some of u.s. are only better at hiding information technology, that's all.
[terminal lines]
Brian Johnson: [closing narration] Beloved Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did incorrect. Simply we think you lot're crazy to make u.s. write an essay telling you who we think we are. You encounter us as y'all want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the almost convenient definitions. But what we plant out is that each one of us is a brain...
Andrew Clark: ...and an athlete...
Allison Reynolds: ...and a handbasket case...
Claire Standish: ...a princess...
John Bough: ...and a criminal.
Brian Johnson: Does that reply your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Guild.
Andrew: What do you need a faux I.D. for?
Brian: So I tin vote.
John Bender: [Imitating his Begetter] Stupid, worthless, no skilful, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch. Retarded, large mouth, know-it-all, asshole, wiggle.
[Imitating his Female parent]
John Bough: You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful.
[Male parent's vocalization]
John Bender: Shut up bitch! Get gear up me a turkey pot pie.
[His ain vocalization]
John Bender: No dad, what about yous?
[Father's vox]
John Bender: Fuck you.
[His own voice]
John Bough: No dad, what about you?
[Father'south voice]
John Bender: Fuck you.
[His own voice]
John Bender: Dad, what about you lot?
[Father's vocalization]
John Bender: Fuck you!
[Pantomimes getting punched in the face]
Brian Johnson: Is that for real?
John Bender: You wanna come over sometime?
[Claire is doing Allison's make-up]
Claire: You know, you look a lot better without all that black shit nether your optics.
Allison Reynolds: Hey, I like all that blackness shit... Why are you being then prissy to me?
Claire: Because y'all're letting me.
John Bender: Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect identify.
Andrew: I taped Larry Lester'south buns together.
Brian Johnson: That was you?
Andrew: Yeah, you know him?
Brian Johnson: Yes, I know him.
Andrew: Well, and so you know how hairy he is. And when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off and some - some skin, too.
Claire Standish: Oh my God.
Andrew: And the bizarre matter is that I did information technology for my old human. I tortured this poor kid considering I wanted him to think that I was absurd. He's always going off about how when he was in school and all the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, correct? Then I'1000 sitting in the locker room and I'1000 taping upward my knee, and Larry'south undressing a couple lockers down from me. And he'due south kinda, he's kinda skinny. Weak. And I started thinkin' about my begetter, and his attitude well-nigh, about weakness. And the adjacent matter I knew, I jumped on pinnacle of him and started whaling on him. And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And later, when I'm sitting in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry's begetter and Larry having to go home and explicate what happened to him. And the humiliation - the fucking humiliation he must have felt. Information technology must have been unreal. I mean, how... how practice you apologize for something like that? In that location's no way. It's all because of me and my old human being. God, I fucking hate him. He's like this mindless machine that I tin't even relate to anymore.
[crying, imitating his father]
Andrew: 'Andrew! You've got to be number one! I won't tolerate any losers in this family unit! Your intensity is for shit! Win! Win! Win!' You son of a bitch. You know, sometimes I wish my knee joint would requite. And I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me.
Allison Reynolds: I'll exercise anything sexual. I don't need a million dollars to do it either.
Claire Standish: You're lying.
Allison Reynolds: I already have. I've washed just almost everything there is except a few things that are illegal. I'm a nymphomaniac.
Claire Standish: Lie.
Brian Johnson: Are your parents enlightened of this?
Allison Reynolds: The only person I told was my compress.
Andrew Clark: And what did he practise when you lot told him?
Allison Reynolds: He nailed me.
Claire Standish: Very nice.
Allison Reynolds: I don't recollect that from a legal standpoint what he did can be construed every bit rape, since I paid him.
Claire Standish: He'due south an adult.
Allison Reynolds: Yeah, he's married too.
Claire Standish: Do you have any idea how completely gross that is?
Allison Reynolds: Well, the first few times...
Claire Standish: The outset few times? You mean yous did information technology more than in one case?
Allison Reynolds: Certain.
Claire Standish: Are you crazy?
Brian Johnson: Manifestly she's crazy if she'due south screwing a shrink.
Allison Reynolds: Have you lot ever washed it?
Claire Standish: I don't even have a psychiatrist.
Allison Reynolds: Have yous always done it with a normal person?
Claire Standish: Didn't we already cover this?
John Bender: Yous never answered the question.
Claire Standish: Wait, I'm not going to hash out my individual life with full strangers.
Allison Reynolds: It'southward kind of a double edged sword isn't it?
Claire Standish: A what?
Allison Reynolds: Well, if you say you haven't, you're a prude. If you say you lot accept you're a slut. It'south a trap. You want to but you tin can't, and when you do y'all wish yous didn't, correct?
Claire Standish: Wrong.
Allison Reynolds: Or are you a tease?
Andrew Clark: She's a tease.
Claire Standish: I'grand sure. Why don't y'all merely forget it.
Andrew Clark: Oh, you're a tease and you lot know it. All girls are teases.
John Bender: She's only a tease if what she does gets you hot.
Claire Standish: I don't do anything.
Allison Reynolds: That's why you're a tease.
Claire Standish: OK, let me ask y'all a few questions.
Allison Reynolds: I already told y'all everything.
Claire Standish: No. Doesn't it bother you lot to sleep effectually without being in beloved. I mean, don't you desire whatever respect?
Allison Reynolds: I don't screw to get respect. That'due south the difference betwixt you lot and me.
Claire Standish: Information technology'southward not the only difference I hope.
John Bender: Face it, you're a tease.
Claire Standish: I'm Non a tease.
John Bender: Sure you are. Sex is your weapon. Yous said it yourself. You lot utilise it to go respect.
Claire Standish: No, I never said that she twisted my words around.
John Bender: What do yous apply information technology for so?
Claire Standish: I don't apply information technology catamenia.
John Bough: Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological?
Claire Standish: I didn't mean it that manner. Yous guys are putting words into my mouth.
John Bough: Well, if you lot'd just answer the question.
Brian Johnson: Why don't you lot merely answer the question?
Andrew Clark: Be honest.
John Bender: No big deal.
Brian Johnson: Yeah reply it.
Andrew Clark: Answer the question, Claire.
John Bender: Talk to u.s.a.. Every one: C'mon, reply the question. Come on. Answer it.
John Bender: C'mon, it's like shooting fish in a barrel. It'south only i question.
Claire Standish: NO I NEVER DID Information technology.
Allison Reynolds: I never did it either. I'grand not a nymphomaniac. I'm a compulsive liar.
[first lines]
Brian Johnson: [opening narration immediately after the title sequence] Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High Schoolhouse, Shermer, Illinois, 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to cede a whole Saturday in detention for whatsoever information technology was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we call up you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you lot who we think we are. What do you care? Y'all come across us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
John: Hey, how come Andrew gets to get upwards? If he gets up, nosotros'll all go up, it'll be anarchy.
John Bender: Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?
Claire Standish: You know why guys like you lot knock everything?
John Bender: Oh, this should be stunning.
Claire Standish: It'due south because you lot're afraid.
John Bender: Oh God, you richies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy into activities.
Claire Standish: You're a big coward.
Brian Johnson: I'thousand in the math gild.
Claire Standish: See, you lot're afraid that they won't take you, yous don't belong, so you have to but dump all over it.
John Bender: Well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?
Claire Standish: Well, you wouldn't know, you don't even know whatever of the states.
John Bender: Well, I don't know any lepers either, simply I'thou not going to run out and bring together 1 of their fucking clubs.
Andrew Clark: Hey! Let's watch the mouth, huh?
Brian Johnson: I'thou in the physics club besides.
John Bough: Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about?
Brian Johnson: Well, what I had said was I'm in the math society, uh, the Latin, and the physics society... physics order.
John Bender: Hey, Ruby. Exercise yous belong to the physics guild?
Claire Standish: That's an academic lodge.
John Bender: So?
Claire Standish: So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs.
John Bender: Ah... but to dorks like him, they are. What do you guys exercise in your society?
Brian Johnson: Well, in physics we... we talk about physics, properties of physics.
John Bough: And then it's sorta social, demented and sad, but social. Correct?
Richard Vernon: What if your home... what if your family... what if your *dope* was on burn?
John Bender: [truthfully] Incommunicable, sir. It'southward in Johnson's underwear.
John Bender: [after Claire performs her lipstick play tricks, claps sarcastically] Wow, Claire. That was keen. My paradigm of you is totally blown.
Allison Reynolds: You're a shit. Don't practise that to her, you swore to God you wouldn't laugh.
John Bender: Am I laughing?
Andrew Clark: [shouts angrily] Yous fuckin' prick!
John Bender: What practice you lot intendance what I call up anyway? I don't fifty-fifty count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn't brand any difference. I might every bit well not even exist at this school, remember?
[turns to Claire]
John Bough: And you... don't like me anyway.
Claire Standish: You lot know, I have just as, many feelings as you practice and it hurts and so much when someone steps all over them.
John Bender: God! You're so pathetic. Don't you ever, *ever* compare yourself to me, okay. You got everything, and I got shit. Fuckin' Rapunzel, right? Schoolhouse would probably fuckin' shut downward if you didn't show up. Queenie isn't hither. I like those earrings, Claire.
Claire Standish: Close up.
John Bough: Are those real diamonds Claire?
Claire Standish: Shut up.
John Bender: I bet they are. Did you work for the money for those earrings?
Claire Standish: Close your mouth.
John Bender: Or did your daddy buy those for you?
Claire Standish: [shouts] SHUT Upward!
John Bender: I'll bet he bought those for yous. I bet those were a Christmas gift. Correct? You know what I got for Christmas? Oh, it was a banner fucking year at the old Bender family unit. I got a carton of cigarettes. The former human being grabbed me and said, "Hey, smoke upward Johnny." All right? Then go dwelling and weep to your Daddy. Don't weep here, okay?
Andrew Clark: My God, are we gonna exist like our parents?
Claire Standish: Not me. Ever.
[Bender nods]
Bender: Remember how you said your parents use yous to get back at each other?
Claire Standish: [nods]
Bough: Wouldn't I be OUTSTANDING in that capacity?
John Bender: YOU ARE A Bitch.
Claire Standish: Why? 'Cause I'm telling the truth, that makes me a bitch?
John Bender: NO. 'Cause you know how shitty that is to do someone, and you don't got the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them you're gonna like who you wanna like.
Andrew: Why do yous have to insult everybody?
John Bender: I'yard being honest, asshole. I would wait y'all to know the departure.
Allison Reynolds: I don't have to run abroad and live in the street. I tin run away and I can go to the ocean, I tin can go to the state, I can get to the mountains. I could go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan.
[Richard Vernon places magazine rack in front of door to hold it open up]
John Bender: That'southward very clever, sir. Simply what if there's a burn down? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir.
Bender: [running through the halls singing] I wanna be an airborne ranger / I wanna lead a life of danger / Before the twenty-four hours I dice / There's five things I wanna ride / Bicycle, tricycle, automobile / Virgin's mother and a ferris bike...
Andrew: Speak for yourself.
Bender: Do you think I'd speak for y'all? I don't fifty-fifty know your linguistic communication.
Andrew: Look, you lot guys proceed up your talking and Vernon's gonna come up correct in hither. I got a meet this Sabbatum and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads.
Bough: Oh, and wouldn't that be a bite, huh? Missing a whole wrestling meet!
Andrew: You wouldn't know annihilation about information technology, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!
Bender: Oh, I know. I experience all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys who coil around on the floor with other guys.
Andrew: Ah, you'd never make it. You lot don't accept whatsoever goals.
Bough: Oh, but I do!
Andrew: Aye?
Bender: I wanna be simply... similar... you. I figure all I need is a lobotomy and some tights!
Brian: You clothing tights?
Andrew: No, I don't article of clothing tights. I wearable the required compatible.
Brian: Tights.
Andrew: [short pause] Shut up!
John Bender: What're we having?
Brian Johnson: Uh, it'south your standard, regular lunch I guess...
[Bough reaches in the purse and pulls out a thermos. He sets it on the tabular array and points at information technology]
John Bender: Milk?
Brian Johnson: Uh, soup.
John Bender: Ah.
[Bough goes in once again and pulls out a juice box. Brian reaches toward the bag and Bender slaps his hand]
Brian Johnson: That's apple juice...
John Bough: I *tin* read. Atomic number 82 & J with the crusts cut off... Well, Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?
Brian Johnson: Uh, no, Mr. Johnson.
[to himself, crawling above some acoustic ceiling tiles]
Bender: Naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle nether one arm, and a two-human foot salami under the other. The bartender says, I judge you won't be needing a drink. Naked lady says...
[the ceiling gives way]
Bender: Oh, *shit*.
Andrew: [after Claire has given Allison a makeover] What happened to yous?
Allison Reynolds: Why? Claire did it... What'south incorrect?
Andrew: Nothing's wrong... it'southward just so different, you know? I can encounter your face.
Allison Reynolds: Is that good or bad?
Andrew: It's good.
Brian Johnson: [after Brian explains his F in shop] Did you know without trigonometry, there'd exist no engineering?
Bender: Without lamps, there'd exist no lite.
[as Bender prepares to urinate nether his desk]
Andrew Clark: Hey, you're not urinating in hither, homo.
John Bender: Don't talk. Don't talk. Information technology makes it crawl back up.
[Vernon catches Bender playing basketball in the gym]
Bender: Don't you want to hear my alibi?
Richard Vernon: Out.
Bender: I'm thinkin' of tryin' out for a scholarship.
Claire Standish: Why didn't you desire me to know that you are a virgin?
Brian Johnson: Because it'due south my business concern - my personal business.
John Bough: Well, Brian, information technology doesn't audio like yous're doing whatsoever business.
Bough: Y'all're kind of sexy when you're angry.
Claire Standish: [nearly her parents] I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me. It's like they utilize me only to go back at each other.
Allison Reynolds: [her first word of dialogue so far] Ha!
Claire Standish: [long pause] Shut up!
Claire Standish: What would your friends say if we were walking downward the hall together. They'd express joy their asses off and you'd probably tell them you were doing it with me then they'd forgive you lot for existence seen with me.
John Bough: Don't you lot always talk nearly my friends. You lot don't know whatever of my friends. You don't await at any of my friends. And you lot certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to whatsoever of my friends. So you lot simply stick to the things you know: shopping, nail polish, your father'southward BMW, and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean.
Claire Standish: SHUT UP!
John Bender: And as far as being concerned about what's gonna happen when you and I walk downward the hallways of school together, y'all can forget information technology cuz it'due south never gonna happen. Just bury your head in the sand and wait for your fuckin' prom.
Claire Standish: [Crying] I hate you!
John Bough: Yeah? Good!
John Bender: My impression of life at Large Bri's firm, "Son?" "Yeah, Dad?" "How was your day, son?" "Great, Dad. How'south yours?" "Super. Say, how would like to go fishing this weekend?" "Peachy, Dad. But I got homework to exercise." "That's okay, son. You tin can do it on the boat." "Gee." "Hon, isn't our son swell?" "Yes, dear. Isn't life dandy?"
[osculation]
Claire Standish: Do you know how popular I am? I am then pop. Everybody loves me so much at this school.
Bender: Poor infant.
Andrew: I said, get out her alone.
Bender: You lot gonna make me?
Andrew: Yeah.
Bough: Y'all and how many of your friends?
Andrew: Just me. But yous and me. Two hits. Me hitting you. You lot hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready, pal.
Richard Vernon: [Andrew laughs at Bender'southward backtalk] Y'all recollect he's funny? You think this is cute? You call up he's "bitchin," is that it? Let me tell you something. Expect at him - he's a bum. You lot want to run across something funny? You go visit John Bender in v years. You'll see how goddamned funny he is.
Bough: How does one become a janitor?
Carl: Yous wanna exist a janitor?
Bough: No, I just want to know how one becomes a janitor. Considering Andrew hither is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts.
Carl: Oh really? Yous guys think I'm simply some untouchable peasant? Serf? Peon? Well, maybe and so. Just following a broom around subsequently shitheads like you for the last eight years, I've learned a couple of things. I look through your letters. I look through your lockers. I heed to your conversations, you don't know that but I do. I am the eyes and ears of this institution, my friends.
[Carl looks up at the clock and looks at his sentry]
Carl: By the way, that clock'south twenty minutes fast.
Claire Standish: What's your name?
John Bough: What'southward yours?
Claire Standish: Claire.
John Bender: Claire?
Claire Standish: Claire. It's a family name.
John Bender: Oh, information technology's a fatty girl'southward proper name.
Claire Standish: Oh, thank you.
John Bender: You lot're welcome.
Claire Standish: I'g not fat.
John Bender: Well non at present, but I can see you lot really pushing maximum density. See I'grand not sure if you know this, but there are ii kinds of fat people: there's fat people that were built-in to be fat, and at that place'south fat people that were once thin but became fat... so when you lot look at 'em you tin can sorta meet that thin person within. You meet, you lot're gonna go married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh...
John Bough: Hey, homeboy, what practice y'all say nosotros close that door, we'll get the prom queen impregnated.
Richard Vernon: That's the final time, Bender. That the last time yous always make me expect bad in forepart of those kids, you hear me? I make $31,000 a yr and I have a home and I'm not about to throw it all abroad on some punk like you lot. Only someday when you're outta here and you've forgotten all about this place and they've forgotten all about you, and yous're wrapped upwards in your own pathetic life, I'grand gonna exist at that place. That's right. And I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you lot. I'k gonna knock your dick in the dirt.
Bender: You lot threatening me?
Richard Vernon: What are you lot gonna do about it? You lot think anyone'due south gonna believe yous? You think anyone is gonna take your word over mine? I'chiliad a man of respect around here. They dear me effectually here. I'm a cracking guy. Yous're a lying sack of shit and everybody knows it. Oh, you're a tough guy. Hey c'mon. Get on your feet pal. Permit's discover out how tough yous are. I wanna know right now how tough you lot are.
[offers Bender his chin]
Richard Vernon: But have the commencement shot. I'k begging you, take a shot. Simply one hit. Come on, that'south all I need, just i swing...
[Bender pauses, staring]
Richard Vernon: That'southward what I thought. You're a gutless turd.
[John Bough is absently trigger-happy upward books]
Andrew Clark: That's existent intelligent.
John Bender: You're right. Information technology'due south wrong to destroy literature. It'south such fun to read. And
[examines championship]
John Bender: Moe-Lay really pumps my nads.
Claire Standish: Moliere.
Brian Johnson: I'1000 a fucking idiot because I can't make a lamp?
John Bough: No. You're a genius because you tin't make a lamp.
Andrew: You ask me i more question and I'k beating the shit out of yous.
Claire Standish: I hate it. I hate having to become along with everything my friends say.
Bender: You continue eating your paw and you're not gonna be hungry for tiffin...
John Bough: [to Vernon] Keep your fuckin' hands off me! I'd wait meliorate manners from y'all, Dick.
Richard Vernon: What did you wanna exist when you were young?
Carl: When I was a child, I wanted to exist John Lennon.
Richard Vernon: Carl, don't be a goof. I'thousand making a serious point here.
Richard Vernon: Y'all ought to spend a piddling more time trying to brand something of yourself and a little less time trying to impress people.
Bough: [after putting his caput betwixt Claire's legs under the table] Information technology was an accident.
Claire Standish: Y'all're an asshole.
Bough: Sue me.
Claire Standish: He's just doing it to get a rise out of y'all. Just ignore him.
John Bender: Sweets. You couldn't ignore me if yous tried. So... so. Are you lot guys like young man-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto, level with me. Practise you sideslip her the hot beef injection?
Claire Standish: Go to HELL.
Andrew: Enough.
Richard Vernon: Hey. What'due south goin in there? Damn pricks.
Allison Reynolds: [afterward Andrew says he would bulldoze to school naked for one million dollars] I'd do that. I'll do anything sexual, and I don't need a 1000000 dollars to practise information technology either. I'm a nymphomaniac.
Richard Vernon: Y'all think nigh this: when y'all get quondam, these kids - when *I* become sometime - they're going to be running the state.
Carl: Yep.
Richard Vernon: At present this is the idea that wakes me up in the heart of the dark. That when I go older, these kids are going to take care of me.
Carl: I wouldn't count on it.
John Bender: [after Claire flips him off] Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl.
Richard Vernon: Well, well. Here we are. I want to congratulate you for being on time.
Claire Standish: Excuse me, sir. I think in that location's been a mistake. I know it'due south detention, only I don't think I belong in here.
[Vernon ignores her and looks at his watch]
Richard Vernon: It is now 7:06. You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about WHY you are here, to ponder the error of your means.
[Bender spits out a wad of saliva in the air and catches with his mouth, prompting Claire to almost exclaim in disgust, but Vernon stops her past pointing]
Richard Vernon: You may not talk.
[Brian tries to move to the chair next to him on the table]
Richard Vernon: You volition not move from these seats.
[to Bender, who is relaxing his feet on a chair, just Vernon pulls it out from under Bender's feet]
Richard Vernon: And YOU... will not sleep. All correct, people, we're going to try something a picayune dissimilar, today. We are going to write an essay of no less than a one thousand words describing to me who you recollect you are.
[starts handing out sheets of paper]
John Bough: Is this a test?
Richard Vernon: And when I say 'essay' I mean 'essay' I practise not mean a unmarried word repeated a grand times. Is that clear, Mr. Bough?
Richard Vernon: Cry-Stal.
Richard Vernon: Good. Possibly you lot'll learn a footling something virtually yourself. Possibly you lot'll decide, whether or not, yous'd intendance to return.
Richard Vernon: Uh, you lot know, I tin answer that correct now, sir. That'd be no... No from me, 'cause...
John Bender: [contemptuously] Sit down, Johnson.
Brian Johnson: Thanks, sir.
Richard Vernon: My office is right beyond that hall. Any monkey business organisation is sick-advised. Whatsoever questions?
John Bender: Aye, I got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?
Brian Johnson: I'll requite you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, side by side Saturday. Don't mess with the bull, swain. You'll become the horns.
[exits the library]
Richard Vernon: That human being... is a brownie-hound.
Andrew: Just me. But you and me. 2 hits... me hitting you, y'all hitting the floor. Any time you lot're set, pal.
Bender: [Bough goes to hit Andrew merely Andrew tackles him to the floor] I don't wanna get into this with you man.
Andrew: [Andrew lets him go and they both stand up up] Why not?
Bender: Cause I'd impale you lot. It's real unproblematic, I'd kill you and your fucking parents would sue me and it'd be a big mess and I don't care enough about you to bother.
Andrew: [whispers as he turns around] Chickenshit.
[Bender pulls out a switchblade and stabs into a chair]
Andrew: Permit's end this right now. You lot don't talk to her... you don't expect at her and you don't even retrieve nearly her! Yous empathise me?
John Bender: But face it. You're a neo maxi zoom dweebie, what would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a amend citizen?
Bough: Are you a virgin? I'll bet you lot a meg dollars that you lot are. Let'southward end the suspense! Is it gonna exist... a white wedding?
Claire: Why don't you just shut upwardly?
Bender: Have you lot always kissed a male child on the oral cavity?
[Claire doesn't answer]
Bender: Accept you ever been felt upwards? Over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off... hoping to God your parents don't walk in?
Claire: Practice you want me to puke?
Bough: Over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned, Calvins in a ball on the front seat, past eleven on a schoolhouse-nighttime?
Bough: Claire, you wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitis of the nuts? It's pretty tasty.
Claire: No thank you.
Bender: How does he ride a cycle?
Bender: Oh Claire, would you ever consider dating a guy who looked like this?
Claire: Can't you lot just leave me alone?
Bender: I mean even if he had a nice personality and a cool car... although you'd probably accept to ride in the backseat because his nuts would ride shotgun
Richard Vernon: Don't mess with the bull, young human. You'll go the horns.
Andrew: Yo wastoid, you're not gonna blaze up in here.
Andrew Clark: I'm not a winner because I want to be one. I'grand a winner because I've got strength and speed... kinda similar a racehorse. It's nigh how involved I am in what's happening to me.
Bough: Tin you hear this?
[makes a eye finger pointing downward]
Bender: Desire me to plough it up?
[turns his heart finger right side up in his confront]
Brian: Are you gonna be, like, a shopping bag lady? You know, like, sit in alleyways and, like, talk to buildings and vesture men'due south shoes and that kinda thing?
Bender: [equally Mr. Vernon leaves the library] That man... is a credibility hound.
Andrew: [continuing upward for Claire after she's been bullied by Bender one too many times] Allow'southward terminate this correct now. You don't talk to her, you don't expect at her and y'all don't even call back about her! You understand me?
Bender: [nonchalantly] I'1000 trying to help her.
Bough: Oh, shit! What're nosotros southward'posed to exercise if we have to have a piss?
Claire Standish: Please.
Bough: If yous gotta get, you gotta go.
Claire Standish: Oh my god!
Andrew: Hey, you're not urinating in hither man!
Bender: Don't talk, don't talk. Information technology makes it crawl support.
Andrew: You whip it out and you're dead earlier the starting time drop hits the floor.
Bough: You're pretty sexy when you get angry.
John Bender: [to Andrew] Sounds like your begetter and my father should just get together and become bowling.
Richard Vernon: [enters the library before lunchtime] All right, girls, that's xxx minutes for tiffin.
Andrew Clark: Here?
Richard Vernon: Here.
Andrew Clark: Well, I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to consume lunch in, sir.
Richard Vernon: [irritably] Well, I don't really intendance what yous think, Andrew.
John Bender: [raises his paw] Dick, uh, alibi me. Rich, will milk exist made bachelor to usa?
Claire Standish: [to Vernon] I have a low tolerance for aridity.
Andrew Clark: I've seen her dehydrate, sir. It's pretty gross.
John Bender: Relax, I'll get information technology.
Richard Vernon: [stops him] Ah-ah-ah! Grab some forest, in that location, bub. What do yous think, I was born yesterday? Yous think I'm gonna have you lot roaming these halls?
[points to Andrew]
Richard Vernon: You
[Andrew willingly points to Claire, only Vernon points to a spaced-out Allison]
Richard Vernon: and you. Hey!
[snaps fingers and turns to the others]
Richard Vernon: What'due south her proper noun? Wake her upwards. Wake her upwardly. Hey, come on, missy, on your anxiety, permit's go! This is no residuum home.
[Allison stares strangely at Vernon as she stands up]
Richard Vernon: In that location'southward a soft beverage machine in the teacher'southward lounge. Allow's go!
[the balance of the kids accept their time giving Andrew and Allison change]
Richard Vernon: Come up on, milkshake your tail feather, let's go, dues up! Some people don't even become a lunch 60 minutes. Come up on, get a move on!
Claire Standish: [takes out a $twenty bill] Alibi me, sir, tin you break this?
[Vernon scoffs sarcastically]
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