American Graffiti (1973)
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!
Joe: [wearing sunglasses at night with two other members of the Pharoh's gang] Whadaya doin' creep?
Curt Henderson: Who, me?
Joe: No, I'm talkin' to the other fifty creeps here. You know Gil Gonzales?
Curt Henderson: Gil Gonzales? No. No, I don't.
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.
Curt Henderson: You're the most beautiful, exciting thing I've ever seen in my life and I don't know anything about you.
Carol: [to Falfa] Your car is uglier than I am!
[both John and Falfa look at her oddly]
Carol: Uh... that didn't come out right.
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]
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?
John Milner: Shit! Hey, get down!
Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"?
John Milner: What? No, get up, N-O. Sheezus.
Carol: What's your name?
John Milner: My name? Mud, if anybody sees you.
Ants: Hey, man, who cut the cheese?
Joe: He who smelt it, dealt it.
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?
Carol: Oh, rats. I thought some of my friends might be here.
John Milner: Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime.
Carol: Oh, wait, there's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me.
John Milner: Oh, shit. Dee Dee!
Bob Falfa: Hey, you know a guy around here with a piss yellow deuce coupe, supposed to be hot stuff?
Terry Fields: You mean John Milner?
[Falfa nods slowly]
Terry Fields: Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest...
Bob Falfa: [cutting him off] I ain't nobody, dork! Right?
Terry Fields: [intimidated] Uh... right.
Bob Falfa: Hey, you see this Milner, you tell him I'm lookin' for him, huh? Tell him I aim to blow his ass right off the road.
Bob Falfa: Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say?
Laurie Henderson: Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.
Mr. Wolfe: I thought you'd left.
Curt Henderson: No, not yet. I have no matches.
Mr. Wolfe: That's all right.
[strikes a match and lights his cigarette]
Mr. Wolfe: Brother, how do I get stuck with dance supervision? Will you tell me that? You going back east? Boy, I remember the day I went off. Got drunk as hell the night before, just...
Curt Henderson: Blotto.
Mr. Wolfe: Blotto, exactly. Barfed on the train all the next day, too.
Curt Henderson: Cute, very cute. Where'd you go again?
Mr. Wolfe: Middlebury, Vermont.
Curt Henderson: Right.
Mr. Wolfe: Got a scholarship.
Curt Henderson: Only stayed a semester?
Mr. Wolfe: One semester. After all that, I came back here.
Curt Henderson: Why did you come back?
Mr. Wolfe: I decided I wasn't the competitive type.
Mr. Wolfe: I don't know, maybe I was scared.
Curt Henderson: Well, I uh - I think I may find that I'm not the competitive type myself.
Mr. Wolfe: What do you mean?
Curt Henderson: Well, I'm not really sure that I'm
Curt Henderson: going.
Mr. Wolfe: Hey now, don't be stupid. Experience life! Have some fun, Curt! Anyway, good luck.
Curt Henderson: Someone wants me. Someone roaming the streets, wants ME... Will you turn the corner?
Teenager in car: [to Terry] Is that you in that beautiful car? Geez, what a waste of machinery!
John Milner: What the hell's goin' on here, Toad? Hey, man, are you all right?
Terry Fields: Yeah, I'll die soon, then it'll all be over, John.
Debbie Dunham: Wow, you're just like the Lone Ranger.
John Milner: Yeah, yeah. Listen, are you with him?
Terry Fields: You're talking to the woman I love.
John Milner: What happened, man?
Steve Bolander: Where are you going? It's awfully early in the morning.
Curt Henderson: [pause] I have a dentist appointment.
Terry Fields: 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 Fields: Thanks, here's enough for a pint.
Carol: Oh, no, not me. Not old Carol. The night is young and I'm not hittin' the rack till I get a little action.
Debbie Dunham: Maybe if it's the goat killer, he'll get somebody and we'll see the whole thing.
Terry Fields: I don't want to see the whole thing.
Debbie Dunham: Is that tuck and roll?
Terry Fields: Yeah!
Debbie Dunham: That's bitchin' tuck and roll! You know, I really love the feel of tuck and roll upholstery.
Terry Fields: You do?
Debbie Dunham: Yeah.
Terry Fields: 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.
Debbie Dunham: Okay.
Terry Fields: Hey, what do you say, Curt? Last night in town... you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave?
Steve Bolander: The Moose have been looking for you all day.
[hands a check to Curt]
Steve Bolander: They got worried... thought you were trying to avoid them or something.
Terry Fields: What is it? What do ya got?
Curt Henderson: Oh, great.
Terry Fields: That's $2,000 man! Two thousand dollars!
Steve Bolander: 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 Henderson: Cute. Why don't you hold it for me for awhile?
Steve Bolander: Hey, I don't want it. Take it... it's yours.
Terry Fields: I'll take it!
John Milner: I know, uh... you probably think you're a big shot, goin' off like this...
John Milner: [he slaps Curt] ... but you're still a punk.
Curt Henderson: OK, John... So long... So long!
[Steve, Terry, Laurie and John wish Curt goodbye]
Terry Fields: Have a good trip!
Laurie Henderson: Bye, Curt. Good-bye!
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]
Man at Accident: [after Terry has backed into his car] Excuse me, but I think we've had an accident.
Terry Fields: Well, goddammit, I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?
Steve Bolander: We're finally getting out of this turkey town, and now you wanna crawl back into your cell, right? You wanna end up like John? You just can't stay seventeen forever.
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.
John Milner: If you ever get tired of going steady with somebody that ain't around, I'm up for grabs.
Peg: [to Laurie] Why are you so depressed? You'll forget him in a week. After you're elected senior Queen, you'll have so many boys after your bod.
John Milner: [to Carol] Hey! Driving is a serious business. I ain't having no accidents just because of you!
Carol: [John turns off the radio] Why did you do that?
John Milner: I don't like that surfin' shit. Rock and roll's been going down hill ever since Buddy Holly died.
Carol: Don't you think the Beach Boys are boss?
John Milner: You would, you grungy little twirp.
Carol: Grungy? You big weenie! If I had a boyfriend, he'd pound you.
John Milner: Yeah, sure.
John Milner: So, your Judy's little... Shit! How old are you?
Carol: I'm old enough. How old are you?
John Milner: I'm too old for you.
Carol: You can't be that old.
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?
Laurie Henderson: [to Steve] I don't care if you leave this second!
Laurie Henderson: Come on.
Steve Bolander: Come on, what?
Laurie Henderson: Steven, please. Smile or something.
Steve Bolander: Quit pinching!
Laurie Henderson: You think I care if you go off? You think I'm gonna crack up or something? Boy, are you conceited!
Steve Bolander: I don't know why I ever asked you out!
Terry Fields: A double Chubby-Chuck, a chili-barb, two orders of French fries and...
Terry Fields: Let me have a Three Musketeers, and a ball point pen, and one of those combs there, a pint of Old Harper, a couple of flash light batteries and some beef jerky.
Barman: Okay, you got an I.D. for the liquor?
Terry Fields: Oh, umm, yeah. Oh, nuts, I left it in the car.
Barman: Sorry. You'll have to get it before.
Terry Fields: Well, I... I also... I forgot the car.
Debbie Dunham: Hey, did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? You got it! You got it!
XERB Disc Jockey: Sneakin' around with the Wolfman, baby. This is gonna strike a raw nerve, Mama. Here's The Platters.
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.
Joe: [to Curt] You better comes with us and take a ride with the Pharaohs, huh?
Carol: I just love listening to Wolfman. My Mom won't let me at home. Because he's a Negro. I think he's terrific.
XERB Disc Jockey: Rock 'n' Roll will stand man. Who's this on the Wolfman telephone?
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!
Carol: [after being hit with a water balloon] Very funny. What a chop! Ha-ha! Quit laughing! Let's catch 'em at the light. Jump out and flatten their tires.
John Milner: Wait a minute.
Carol: Just do as I say!
John Milner: Alright, boss.
Debbie Dunham: It's a really beautiful night. It's a perfect night for horseback riding.
Mr. Gordon: Hey, what are you punks doing? What's going on here?
Joe: I'm just uh...
Curt Henderson: Oh, hi, Mr. Gordon. What's up?
Debbie Dunham: I can't see what he's doing. Darn it, I wish I could see.
Terry Fields: I can't see anything. I don't wanna see anything.
[Debbie walks away]
Terry Fields: Just keep him away from me, that's all I want. How do I get into these things? We're all right up... Debbie? Debbie?
Carol: Gee, thanks. It's just like a ring or something. It's like were going steady.
XERB Disc Jockey: Get your bugaloos out baby! The Wolfman is everywhere.
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...
Debbie Dunham: You know, what, Terry. I had a pretty good time tonight.
XERB Disc Jockey: [to Curt] Hey, have a popsicle. The ice box just broke down, and they're melting all over the place. You want one?
XERB Disc Jockey: [to Curt] Hey, what do you want? Push the red switch down.
Curt Henderson: Are you the Wolfman?
XERB Disc Jockey: No, man. I'm not the Wolfman. Wait a minute.
[puts in a tape]
Wolfman Recording: "Who is this on the Wolfman Telephone?".
XERB Disc Jockey: "How you doing, Diane?".
XERB Disc Jockey: That's the Wolfman.
XERB Disc Jockey: He's a friend of mine, you hear? And little girl... you better call him, or the Wolfman gonna get you!
Terry Fields: Oh, that was beautiful, John. Just beautiful.
John Milner: I was losing man.
Terry Fields: What?
Terry Fields: You'll always be Number One, John. You're the greatest.
XERB Disc Jockey: Little kiss on your ear. Goodnight, sweetheart. I'll see you later.
John Milner: I was a dirty bird, Carol's not grungey - she's bitchin'
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.