Joe: (waves for Curt to come over) Get down! OK now, you got it? I'm staying here, you're on your own.
Curt Henderson: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Joe... wait a minute. What if he hears me?
Joe: Shhh. Listen, listen! Look at it this way. Now, you got three choices. One, you chicken out and in that case I let Ants tie you to the car and drag you around a little bit and you don't want that. Right?
Curt Henderson: No.
Joe: Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you and, well uh... you don't want that, right?
Curt Henderson: No, I don't.
Joe: Three, you are successful and you join the Pharaohs with a car coat and a blood initiation and all that, huh?
(Joe pats Curt on the shoulder and runs back to the car)
Curt Henderson: What? Wait a minute, wait a minute! What blood initiation?
Vic: Hey Deb, How's my soft baby?
Debbie Dunham: 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 Dunham: 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 Dunham: Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking - it shows.
Terry Fields: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have...
Vic: Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich?
Terry Fields: Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chucky Chuck.
Vic: Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut.
Vic: Hey, I'll call you some night Deb. Some night when I'm hard up.
Debbie Dunham: I won't be home.
Debbie Dunham: (lights a match and throws it at him as he makes an obscene gesture at her)
Debbie Dunham: Get out of here.
Terry Fields: You seem to know a lot of weird guys.
Debbie Dunham: That creep's not a friend of mine, he's just... *horny*. That's why I like you, you're different.
Terry Fields: I am? I mean, do you really think I'm intelligent?
Debbie Dunham: Yeah, and I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew.
(she puts her arm around him, leans over and kisses him)
Debbie Dunham: Yeah.
Terry Fields: Brew?
Debbie Dunham: Yeah.
Terry Fields: You mean liquor. Yeah, yeah right, liquor. Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.
(starts the car, backs up and pulls out of Mel's Drive-in)
Curt Henderson: You know Toby Juarez? Toby Juarez, he's a Pharaoh isn't he?
Joe: Toby Juarez? Sure, we know Toby. We killed him last night. Tied him to a car and dragged him.
Station Attendant: Took the header plugs off, eh? Expectin' some action?
John Milner: Yeah, I think so. There's some punk lookin' for me.
Station Attendant: Why the hell do they bother? You've been number one as long as I can remember.
John Milner: Yeah. Been a long time, ain't it? I'll see ya.
Carol: You're a regular J.D.
John Milner: File that under uh, C.S. over there.
(hands her the ticket Holstein just issued him)
Carol: C.S.? What's that stand for?
John Milner: Chicken shit - that's what it is.
(puts the ticket in the glove compartment which is full of similar tickets)
Terry Fields: You'll always be Number One, John. You're the greatest.
Bob Falfa: (singing) Some enchanted evening / You will see a stranger / You will see a stranger / Across a crowded room / And somehow you'll know / That she is the one...
Terry Fields: (to Debbie) Hello. Buenos Noches. You sure you don't need a lift somewhere? Huh? Hey, you know John Milner? John Milner's a good friend of mine. Hey, did anybody ever tell you that you look just like Connie Stevens?
Steve Bolander: I thought, maybe before I leave, we could agree that... that seeing other people while I'm away can't possibly hurt, you know.
Laurie Henderson: You mean dating other people?
Steve Bolander: 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.
Curt Henderson: Someone wants me. Someone roaming the streets, wants ME... Will you turn the corner?
Girl in Studebaker: You got a bitchin' car.
John Milner: Yeah, I know.
Girl in Studebaker: In fact, your car's so neat, we're gonna give you our special prize. You want me to give it to you?
John Milner: Sweetheart, if the prize is you, I'm a ready teddy.
Girl in Studebaker: Well, get bent, turkey!
Bob Falfa: Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya!
John Milner: 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?
John Milner: Man, I can't keep track of all you punks runnin' 'round here backwards.
Bob Falfa: Hey you're s'posed 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 Milner: Yeah, well I'm not surprised, drivin' a field car!
Bob Falfa: Field car? What's a field car?
John Milner: A field car runs through the fields, droppin' cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow.
Bob Falfa: Ha ha! That's pretty good! Say, I like the color of your car there, man. What's that s'posed to be? Sort of a cross between piss yella' and puke green ain't it?
John Milner: Well, you call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly. I bet you got to 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 Milner: Oh ho, funny!
Steve Bolander: Where are you going? It's awfully early in the morning.
Curt Henderson: (pause) I have a dentist appointment.
Mr. Kroot: All right, all right, Bolander, break that up. You know the rules. You and your girlfriend want to do that, go someplace else, huh?
Steve Bolander: Hey, Kroot! Why don't you go kiss a duck?
Mr. Kroot: What did you say?
Steve Bolander: I said, go kiss a duck, marblehead.
Mr. Kroot: Okay, Bolander, you are suspended. Don't - don't you even come in on Monday. You're out, you're out!
Steve Bolander: Hey, hey, Kroot. I graduated last semester. Remember?
Curt Henderson: Listen, I still gotta find that blonde.