Thank God It's Friday (1978)
Bobby Speed: Hey listen man. When I, Bobby Speed, promises his audience live music, he delivers.
Voice of Sam: You'd better, turkey, or you'll be back at the supermarket announcin' specials!
Sue: Dave, it's good for us to experience new things. We have to reach out together, be more open to things.
Dave: Oh God, you've been reading Cosmopolitan again.
Maddy: Now the absolute proof of creephood: does he come in a friend's car? Oh, come on.
Jennifer: Maddy, Maddy, you came in my car.
Maddy: [smiling] That's different.
Dave: [watching Sue dance with Tony] If she can experience, I can experience.
[He walks over to Jackie]
Dave: You always stand like that?
Jackie: Only when I feel my energy being drained. Standing on one leg doesn't allow the energy complete flow. You can lose it in the floor. Would you like to dance?
Dave: Well, uh...
Jackie: Yes! You would.
Dave: Yeah, O.K.
Floyd: Say, brother, you got the wrong idea. I'm workin' for the Commodores.
Trooper: Yeah, brother, and I'm Baretta.
Nicole Sims: Look it, you got your chance. Give me mine. Let me sing.
Bobby Speed: Are you...!
Nicole Sims: Just listen to my demo. Don't you remember when you first started? Well everybody got to start somewhere. Why not here?
Bobby Speed: You honest, lady, don't you understand? This is going on live. There are millions of people listening to my golden tones. I ain't gonna blow it! This ain't amateur night!
Nicole Sims: Listen, Mr. Big Shot DJ, I ain't no amateur! I've paid my dues. All I'm asking for is a chance.
Bobby Speed: Lady, please! Hey Bear!
Nicole Sims: Alright, alright, I'll go, but my mind's made up, and when it's made up, it stays made up!
Gus: Hey, whaddya hangin' around here for? You think some fairy godmother's gonna show up at midnight and turn me into a lawyer?
Shirley: I'm not hanging around you, I just haven't left yet.
Shirley: What's wrong with you anyway?
Gus: Hey, don't make fun of my height.
Shirley: I'm not talking about your height. I don't care that you're a shrimp. I do care that you're an insensitive shrimp.
Gus: Well let me tell you something, lady. I bust my hump all week working. Come Friday night ain't got time to be Mr. Nice Guy.
Shirley: Oh, well let me tell you something. I feel sorry for you because you're an unhappy person.
Gus: What the hell I got to be happy about? I'm out with an old maid.
[Shirley belts Gus across the jaw, knocking him to the floor]
Shirley: An old maid with a great right hook, you bastard! We were two lonely people, and we should have been nice to each other, but no, you work too hard! You creep!
Frannie: What time is it?
Marv Gomez: It's 12:15.
Frannie: Fabulous. We're gonna get killed! We were supposed to be home at 11!
Jeannie: [counting their share of the prize money] $50.00, Frannie! We can pay back my brother! We got enough for the concert!
Frannie: Who cares about that dumb old concert. That's for kids. We're disco queens now.
Marv Gomez: Hey, it's too bad you disco queens got to be home so early. If we hurry, we can make it to Big Mama's for the one o'clock dance contest.
Jeannie: Our parents will kill us.
Frannie: You're right
Jeannie and Frannie: Let's go!
Tony Di Marco: [to Sue] I have a little hunch about something. Are you a stewardess for TWA?
Dave: No. She's a wife... with the PTA. You know, uh, supermarkets, church, McDonald's. You know the type.
Badmouth in bar: You know life really sucks. I mean this place is the pits. I think everyone in America's in here looking for cheap thrills. I can't stand it. I mean it is bad news. It's like a zoo in here. It's SO tacky. I'm-I'm going to get out of here... What are YOU doing here? Oh it's lousy!
Dave: [Sue unbuttons top of dress and tucks edges under to reveal cleavage] What are you doing? That dress!
Sue: This is the way the designer intended the dress to be worn.
Dave: Did the designer intend for every other guy in here to look at your tits?
Sue: Dave, they're my tits, not yours.
Dave: You're my wife! That makes them our tits. And our tits should be home where they belong, not out on the town. And I do mean out.
Club cashier: [Jeannie brings out the big jar of coins to pay for admission. Cashier shakes his head] IDs?
Frannie: [chuckling to Jeannie] Is he kidding, dear?
Jeannie: He must be, dear.
[turns to cashier]
Jeannie: We haven't been carded in years.
Club cashier: Let's see.
Club cashier: [Frannie and Jeannie give cashier fake IDs] What kind of IDs are these?
Frannie: The regular kind.
Jeannie: They're Idaho driver's licenses.
Club cashier: You ladies are a long way from home.
Jeannie: Well, there ain't much dancin' in Idaho?
Club cashier: According to these,
[looks at Jeannie]
Club cashier: you're 34,
[looks at Frannie]
Club cashier: and you're 37.
Jeannie: [Frannie and Jeannie laugh at the same time] Well something about that Idaho water, you know?
Club cashier: Take a hike!
Ken: You know something, what this place reminds me of? Disneyland with tits.