Multiple Characters quotes

Jeff Pazzuto: [to John] There's a very wicked '55 Chevy lookin' for you.

Teenager: [to Terry] Is that you in that beautiful car? Geez, what a waste of machinery.

Peggy: [to Laurie] You'll forget him in a week. After you're elected senior queen, you'll have so many boys after your bod.

Eddie: [to Steve] I hear college girls really put out.

Wendy: Same old Curt. All the time we were going together, you never knew what you were doing.

Bob Falfa: [to Laurie] You ain't said one word all night long. What a weird broad. But you'll appreciate me soon. You're gonna be hangin' on for mercy when I get this sucker rollin'.

Terry: Hey, what do you say, Curt? Last night in town - you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave?
Steve: The Moose have been looking for you all day.
[hands check to Curt]
Steve: They got worried - thought you were trying to avoid them or something.
Terry: What is it? What do ya got?
Curt: Oh, great.
Terry: That's $2000 man! $2000!
Steve: Mr. Jennings gave it to me to give to you. He says he's sorry it's so late, but it's the first scholarship the Moose Lodge has given out. And he, uh, says they're all very proud of you back at the lodge.
Curt: Cute. Why don't you hold it for me for awhile?
Steve: Hey, I don't want it. Take it - it's yours.
Terry: I'll take it!

Curt: I don't think I'm gonna be going tomorrow.
Steve: You chicken fink... After all we went through to get accepted? We're finally getting out of this turkey town and now you want to crawl back into your cell - right? You wanna end up like John? You just can't stay seventeen forever.

Curt: Why is it every girl that comes around here is ugly? Or has a boyfriend? Where is the dazzling beauty I've been searching for all my life?
John: I know what you mean. The pickin's are really gettin' slim. The whole strip is shrinking. Ah, you know, I remember about five years ago, take you a couple of hours and a tank full of gas just to make one circuit. It was really somethin'.

Steve: Maybe, before I leave, we could, ah, agree that, that seeing other people while I'm away can't possibly hurt, you know?... I think it would strengthen our relationship. Then we'd know for sure that we're really in love. Not that there's any doubt.
Laurie: OK. I can't expect you to be a monk or something while you're away.

[After Steve tells Terry he can use his car while he is away at school]
Steve: Only 30 weight Castrol-R...Now I've written the tire pressure and stuff on a pad in the glove...
Terry: I don't know what to say. I'll love and protect this car until death do us part. This is a superfine machine.

John: This better be a joke, 'cause I'm not drivin' you around.
Carol: What's the matter? Am I too ugly? Judy doesn't want me with her and now you don't want me with you. Nobody wants me - even my mother and father hate me. Everybody hates me.

Man: Excuse me, but I think we've had an accident.
Terry: Well, goddamnit, I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?

Steve: I thought that since this is our last night together for three months, you might want to dance with me.
Laurie: [pushing him away] Get your cooties off me.
[Steve grabs her]
Laurie: Go ahead, slug me, scar my face. I wouldn't dance with you if you were the last guy left in this gym.
[She starts dancing with Eddie]
Peggy: Joe College strikes out.

Mr. Kroot: All right, Bolander, break that up. You know the rules. You and your girlfriend want to do that, go someplace else, huh?
Steve: Hey, Kroot! Why don't you go kiss a duck?
Mr. Kroot: What did you say?
Steve: I said, go kiss a duck, marblehead.
Mr. Kroot: OK, Bolander, you are suspended. Don't - don't even come in on Monday. You're out, you're out!
Steve: Hey, hey, Kroot. I graduated last semester. Remember?

Mr. Wolfe: Hey, I thought you'd left already.
Curt: No, not yet.
Mr. Wolfe: Boy, do I remember when I went off. Got drunk as hell the night before. Just ...
Curt: Blotto.
Mr. Wolfe: Blotto, exactly. Barfed on the train all next day.
Curt: Cute, very cute. Where'd you go again?
Mr. Wolfe: Middlebury, Vermont.
Curt: On a scholarship?
Mr. Wolfe: On a scholarship.
Curt: Stayed only one semester?
Mr. Wolfe: One semester. After all that, I came back here.
Curt: Why did you come back?
Mr. Wolfe: I don't know. I guess I just wasn't the competitive type.
Curt: I think I may find that I'm not the, uh, competitive type myself...well, I'm not really sure that I'm going.

Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"?
John: What? No. N-O. Sheezus.
Carol: What's your name, anyway?
John: My name? Mud, if anyone sees you.

Carol: Oh, rats. I was hoping I might see some friends here.
John: Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime.
Carol: Oh, wait, there's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me.
John: Oh, shit. Dee Dee!

Carol: You're a regular J.D.
John: File that under uh, C.S. over there.
[hands her the ticket just issued him]
Carol: C.S.? What's that stand for?
John: Chicken shit - that's what it is.
Carol: Oh.
[puts the ticket in the glove compartment which is full of similar tickets]

Bob Falfa: Hey, you know a guy around here with a piss yellow deuce coupe, supposed to be hot stuff?
Terry: You mean John Milner?
[Falfa nods slowly]
Terry: Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest...
Bob Falfa: I ain't nobody, dork. Right?
Terry: Right.
Bob Falfa: Hey, you see this Milner, tell him I'm lookin' for him, huh? Tell him I aim to blow his ass right off the road.

Terry: Hey, did anybody ever tell you that you look just like Connie Stevens? You do, I really mean it... Yeah, I met her once. At a Dick Clark road show... I mean that I'm not just feeding you a line. I really think you do. You look alot like Connie Stevens.
Debbie: I always thought I looked like Sandra Dee.

Debbie: Is that tuck and roll?
Terry: Yeah!
Debbie: Bitchin! I just love the feel of tuck and roll upholstery.
Terry: Yeah? Well, get in and I'll let you feel it... I mean, you know, you can touch it... uh... I'll let you feel the upholstery.

Steve: What's wrong?
Laurie: Go to hell.

Vic: Hey Deb, how's my soft baby?
Debbie: Come on. Beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby.
Vic: Aw come on, honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy...
Debbie: Yeah, three weeks?...Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite, you couldn't blow your nose.
Vic: Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein?
Debbie: Tiger happens to be very intelligent. Unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking [she looks down at his crotch]...it shows.
Terry: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have to -
Vic: Look, creep, you want a knuckle sandwich?
Terry: Ah, no thanks, I'm waitin' for a double Chubby Chuck...
Vic: Then keep your smart ass mouth shut. Hey, I'll call ya some time, Deb, some night when I'm hard up.
Debbie: I won't be home. [He gives her the finger. She lights a match and flicks it at him as he leaves]
Terry: You seem to know a lot of weird guys.
Debbie: That creep's not a friend of mine. He's just horny. That's why I like you, you're different.
Terry: I-I am? I mean, you really think I'm intelligent?
Debbie: [She drapes her arm around his shoulder] Yeah. And I'll bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. [She kisses him] Yeah.
Terry: Brew?
Debbie: Yeah.
Terry: Liquor? Yeah. Yeah right, liquor. This place is too crowded anyway.

Wendy: Hey, did you know that my ex is going to become a Presidential aide? Yeah, and uhm, it's a secret so don't tell anybody, but his greatest ambition is to shake hands with President Kennedy. [To Curt] How do you suppose you're gonna do that, wishy-washy, at J.C.?
Curt: Well, uh, maybe I've grown up. Maybe I changed my mind.
Wendy and Bobbie: [in unison] Doubt it!
Wendy: Maybe you don't think you can do it!

Terry: Pardon me, sir, but I lost my I.D. in... in a flood and I'd like to get some Old Harper, hard stuff. Would you mind buying a bottle for me?
Bum at Liquor Store: Why certainly! I lost my wife, too - her name wasn't Idy, though, and it wasn't in a flood - but I know what ya...
Terry: Thanks, here's enough for a pint.

Terry: A Three Musketeers, and a ball point pen, one of those combs there, a pint of Old Harper, a couple of flashlight batteries and some beef jerky.
Owner: OK, got an ID for the liquor?
Terry: Oh, umm, yeah! [He feels his pockets.] Oop! Nuts, I left it in the car.
Owner: Sorry, you'll have to get it before -
Terry: Well, I - I also, I forgot the car.

Terry: Do you have a dollar?
Debbie: Are you for real? Come on. Girls don't pay. Guys pay.
Terry: Yeah, well, see - I've only got a fifty and he doesn't have change.
Debbie: Well, I can't believe this, I really cannot believe this. Here.

John: Over there, that's Freddy Benson's Vette...he had a head-on collision with a drunk. Boom! Didn't have a chance. A good driver too. Oh, it's pretty grim when a guy gets it and it's not even his own fault... See that over there, that '41? That used to be, believe it or not, the fastest car in the valley. I never got a chance to race Earl though. He got his in 1955 in about the hairiest crash we ever had here. Jesus, you should have seen it. Eight kids killed and both drivers. Board of Education was real impressed see, so they come up, filmed the whole thing. Now they show it in Drivers' Education class. You'll probably see it if you get lucky. Course, it's really tough when they take somebody with them.
Carol: You never had an accident though - you told me.
John: Hey, well I come mighty close. Almost rolled it a couple of times. But, I'm been just quick enough to stay out of this graveyard.
Carol: I bet you're the fastest.
John: I've never been beaten - a lot of guys have tried. It seems to me there's more guys lately than there's ever been.

Joe: Whadaya doin', creep?
Curt: Who, me?
Joe: No, I'm talkin' to the other fifty creeps here. You know Gil Gonzales?
Curt: Gil Gonzales? No.
Joe: Don't know Gil huh? Well you oughta. He's a friend of ours and that's his car you got your butt parked on.

Ants: Hey, man, who cut the cheese?
Joe: He who smelt it, dealt it.

Carlos: He's my man. When I graduate, I'm gonna be a Wolfman. Hey, you know he broadcasts out of Mexico someplace?
Joe: No he don't. I seen the station right outside of town.
[The roar of Bob Falfa's black '55 Chevy drowns out their conversation.]
Joe: Check out the snatch he's got with him.
Curt: Wimps get all the snatch.
Carlos: Milner ain't gonna beat that. His time has come. He's gettin' old. He ain't as fast as he used to be.

Girl: You got a bitchin' car...In fact, your car's so neat, we're gonna give you our special prize. You want me to give it to ya?
John: Hey sweetheart, if the prize is you, I'm a ready Teddy.
Girl: Well, get bent turkey. [throws a water balloon]

Terry: You know, I think you're really neat. [lunges at Debbie, kissing her]
Debbie: Wait a second.
Terry: I'm sorry. It's just...
[Debbie takes off her sweater, then grabs him and kisses him, pulling him onto her]
Debbie: I just love tuck and roll upholstery.
[someone walks by the car]
Terry: Geez, it's like Grand Central Station around here!
[they walk down a path, with a blanket]

Hank Anderson: The Moose Scholarship went to the right boy. You! We were all proud of you.
Joe: Uh, we're all done having loads of fun out here.
Hank Anderson: I hope you'll be taking along with you a little piece of this place.
[the boys leave]
Hank Anderson: Some day he'll make a fine Moose.

Laurie: You know, it doesn't make sense to leave home to look for home, to give up a life to find a new life, to say goodbye to friends you love just to find new friends.
Steve: Wait a minute. Could you say that again?
Laurie: It's something Curt said.
Steve: Oh, figures. You must've talked his ear off trying to get him to stay.
Laurie: Oh no, Steven. That's not true at all. I didn't say anything. Curt just said at dinner tonight that he didn't see what the big hurry was. He thought that he ought to stick around and go to J.C. for a while, and try and figure out what he wanted to do with his life.
Steve: That sounds logical.
Laurie: Do you think so?
Steve: Sure. I think Curt's probably right for Curt. Not for me, though. [She turns away] Laurie, look at me. Now you know what I want out of life. And it's just not in this town.
Laurie: I'm not going with you to the airport tomorrow.
[they kiss, Steve pressing for more, but Laurie rebuffs him]
Steve: It's our last night together for three months...I'm gonna miss you so much. I need something to remember you by. You don't want me to forget you, do ya?
Laurie: If you're not gonna remember me for anything else, why don't you just go ahead?
Steve: Oh come on, you want it and you know it. Don't be so damn self-righteous with me!
[Laurie kicks him out of her car]

Bob Falfa: Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya!
John: You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me!
Bob Falfa: Hey I've been lookin' all over for ya man. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin' for ya?...Hey, you're supposed to be the fastest thing in the Valley, man, but that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car. I'm sorta embarrassed to be this close to ya.
John: I'm not surprised, drivin' a Field Car.
Bob Falfa: Field Car? What's a Field Car?
John: A Field Car runs through the fields, drops cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow.
Bob Falfa: [laughing] That's pretty good. Hey, I like the color of your car there, man. What's that supposed to be? Sorta a cross between Piss Yellow and Puke Green, ain't it?
John: Well, you call that a paint job but it's pretty ugly. I'll betcha you gotta sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires.
Bob Falfa: Well, at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by, man.
John: Oh, funny... You know what?
Carol: Your car's uglier than I am! [She turns back to John] That didn't come out right.

Carol: Wow! He's really fast, isn't he?
John: Yeah, but he's stupid.

Joe: OK, you got it? You're on your own. I'm going to wait over there.
Curt: Now, wait a minute, Joe. What if he hears me?
Joe: Shhh. Listen! Look at it this way. Now, you have three choices. One, you chicken out and in that case I let Ants tie you to the car and drag you around a bit. And you don't want that.
Curt: No.
Joe: Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you and, well, you don't want that.
Curt: No, I don't.
Joe: Three, you're successful and you join the Pharaohs with a car coat and a blood initiation.
[Pats Curt on the shoulder and runs back to the car]
Curt: Wait a minute. What blood initiation?

Bob Falfa: [as Laurie gets in his car] Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say?
Laurie: Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.

Steve: Why should I leave home to find a home? You know, why should I leave friends that I love to find new friends?
Curt: Wait a minute, wait a minute... I've heard this already. Aren't you the one that told me for eight weeks that you have to leave the nest sometime?
Steve: I realize that. I realize that.
Curt: No, no realizing. You've been telling me all summer that it's time to stick your head out of the sand and take a look at the big, beautiful world out there somewhere... I feel like a mid-wife.
Steve: I may have been wrong, Curt. I may have been wrong.
Curt: Wrong nothing. You've been telling me for eight weeks. God-dammit. Just, you're just mentally playing with yourself. If you just relax, we'll talk about it at the airport.

John: What the hell's goin' on here, Toad? Hey, man, are you all right?
Terry: Yeah, I'll die soon, then it'll all be over, John.
Debbie: Wow, you're just like the Lone Ranger.
John: Yeah, yeah. Listen, are you with him?
Terry: You're talking to the woman I love.
John: What happened, man?

Debbie: [After Steve takes his car back] I can't believe it! You practically get killed trying to get your car back, and then you let him have it.
Terry: [giving up all pretenses] It's not my car.
Debbie: What?
Terry: It is not my car.
Debbie: Well then, where is your car?
Terry: I don't have a car.
Debbie: Well, what about your Jeep? Well, how am I gonna get home?
Car Hop: [with drinks on a tray] Where's your car? I have to hang 'em on a car.

Curt: Are you the Wolfman?
Manager: No, man, I'm not the Wolfman. He's on tape. The man is on tape.
Curt: Where is he now? I mean, where does he work?
Manager: The Wolfman is everywhere. I can't talk for the Wolfman, but I can tell you one thing. If the Wolfman was here, he'd say: 'Get your ass in gear!' The Wolfman comes in here occasionally bringing tapes, you know, to check up on me, what-not. And the places he talks about that he's been. The things he's seen. There's a great big beautiful world out there. And here I sit sucking on popsicles.
Curt: Why don't you leave?
Manager: I'm not a young man anymore. And the Wolfman gave me my start in the business. And I like it. I'll tell ya what. If I can possibly do it tonight, I'll try to relay this dedication in and get it on the air for you later on.
Curt: That would be terrific.

Laurie: Oh Steven! Oh, Steven, please, don't leave me. Don't leave me, Steven.
Steve: I won't. I won't.
Laurie: I couldn't bear it. Please.
Steve: Believe me.
Laurie: Do you love me? Do you? [He answers her with a kiss.]

Steve: Where are you going? It's awfully early in the morning.
Curt: [pause] I have a dentist appointment.

Voice: Curt?
Curt: Yes, yes, this is Curt. Who are you?
Voice: Who are you expecting?
Curt: Do you drive a white T-bird?
Voice: A white '56. I saw you on Third Street...
Curt: Who are you? Do you know me?
Voice: Of course.
Curt: How do you know me?
Voice: It's not important.
Curt: It's important. It's important to me. You're the most beautiful, exciting thing I've ever seen in my life and I don't know anything about you. Listen, listen, listen, uh, uhm, uh, could we meet someplace?
Voice: I cruise Third Street. Maybe I'll see you tonight.
Curt: No, I don't think so.
Voice: Curt...
Curt: Tell me your name, at least tell me your name.
Voice: Goodbye, Curt.
Curt: Wait a minute. Wait a second. [She hangs up.]

John: I know, uh... you probably think you're a big shot, goin' off like this... [he slaps Curt] ... but you're still a punk.
Curt: OK, John.... So long... So long!
[Steve, Terry, Laurie and John wish Curt goodbye]
Terry: Have a good trip!
Laurie: Bye, Curt. Good-bye!

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