Richard Vernon: You know
what scares the h--l out of me? You know what keeps me up at night? The
fact that 30 years from now, these kids will be running things. These kids
will be taking care of me.
Carl: I wouldn't bet on it.
Andrew: Speak for yourself.
Bender: Do you think I'd
speak for you? I don't even know your language.
Bender: You know how you said
before, how your parents use you to get back at each other? Wouldn't I
be outstanding in that capacity?
John Bender: Screws just fall
out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.
Claire Standish: I'm not fat.
John Bender: Well, not at
present, but I can see you're really pushing maximum density.
Claire Standish: You know
why guys like you knock everything?
John Bender: Oh, this should
be stunning.
Claire Standish: It's because
you'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'm in the
math club.
Claire Standish: See, you're
afraid that they won't take you, you don't belong, so you have to just
dump all over it.
John Bender: Well, it wouldn't
have anything to do with you activities people being a--holes, now would
it?
Claire Standish: Well, you
wouldn't know, you don't even know any of us.
John Bender: Well, I don't
know any lepers, but I'm not going to run out and join one of their ----
clubs.
Andrew Clark: Hey! Let's
watch the mouth, huh?
Brian Johnson: I'm in the
physics club too.
John Bender: Excuse me a
sec. What are you babbling about?
Brian Johnson: Well, what
I had said was i'm in the math club, the latin and the physics club...physics
club.
John Bender: Hey, Cherry!
Do you belong to the physics club?
Claire Standish: That's an
academic club.
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 do in your club?
Brian Johnson: In physics
we...uh...we talk about physics, properties of physics.
John Bender: So it's sorta
social, demented and sad, but social. Right?
Allison Reynolds: Your middle
name is Ralph, as in puke, your birthdate's March 12th, you're 5'9 and
a half, you weigh 130 pounds and your social security number is 049380913.
Andrew Clark: Wow! Are you
psychic?
Allison Reynolds: No.
Brian Johnson: Well, would
you mind telling me how you know all this about me?
Allison Reynolds: I stole
your wallet.
John Bender: Does Barry Manilow
know that you raid his wardrobe?
Allison Reynolds: Have you
ever done it?
Claire Standish: I don't
even have a psychiatrist.
Allison Reynolds: Have you
ever done it with a normal person?
Claire Standish: Didn't we
already cover this?
John Bender: You never answered
the question.
Claire Standish: Look, I'm
not going to discuss my private life with total strangers.
Allison Reynolds: It's 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 have you're a slut.
It's a trap. You want to but you can't, and when you do you wish you didn't,
right?
Allison Reynolds: I never
did it either. I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm a compulsive liar.
John: Hey, how come Andrew
gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy!
John: I just wanna know how
one becomes a janitor because Andrew here is very interested in pursuing
a career in the custodial arts.
John Bender: 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.
Andrew Clark: You don't have
any goals.
John Bender: Oh but I do.
Andrew Clark: Yeah?
John Bender: I wanna be just
like you. I figure all I need, is a lobotomy and some tights.
Brian Johnson: You wear tights?
Andrew Clark: No I don't
wear tights. I wear the required uniform.
Brian Johnson: Tights.
Andrew Clark: Shut up.
John Bender: Sporto.
Andrew Clark: What?
John Bender: You get along
with your parents?
Andrew Clark: Well, if I
say yes I'm an idiot, right?
John Bender: You're an idiot
anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents, well, you're a
liar too.
Richard Vernon: Don't mess
with the bull, young man. You'll get the horns.
John Bender: Excuse me, Dick.
I mean, Rich, will milk be made available to us?
Claire Standish: I have a
really low tolerance for dehydration.
Andrew Clark: I've seen her
dehydrate, sir, it's pretty gross.
Richard Vernon: What if your
home... what if your family... what if your *dope* was on fire?
John Bender: Impossible,
sir. It's in Johnson's underwear.
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 better citizen?
Andrew: What do you need a
fake I.D. for?
Brian: So I can vote!
Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon:
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention
for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you're crazy for making us
write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want
to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But
what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and
a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club. |