Over the Edge (1979)
Richie: You guys got a lot of laws, right? Well, let me tell you something. I only got one law. A kid who tells on another kid is a dead kid!
Lincoln: That's a good rule, kid. It'll serve you well in prison one day.
Richie: Damn straight!
Principal: Mr. White, you're late!
Richie: I had to take a piss.
Principal: WHAT did you say?
Richie: I mean... I had to urinate.
Principal: Sit *down*!
Doberman: How long is this blade, White?
Richie: Three inches. Almost as big as your dick.
Doberman: Funny. You know if this was any longer, you'd do time?
Richie: If it was any smaller, you wouldn't have found it!
Claude: That stuff I took, it was supposed to be speed, but I think it was acid. Man, I'm flashing.
Doberman: You boys got any special reason to be hiding behind there?
Richie: Yea, we heard you were a horny man.
Carl: I lost a contact lens back there.
Doberman: Oh, really. Come here, let me see.
[Checks Carl's eye]
Doberman: You don't wear contacts.
Carl: I lost both of 'em!
Sloan: Seems to me like you all were in such a hopped-up hurry to get out of the city that you turned your kids into exactly what you were trying to get away from.
Richie: Shut up, SHUT UP
Claude: Check out Dirty Harry.
Abby: You couldn't hit an elephant if it came up and kissed you.
Richie: Watch this, Baby
Mark: Hey, I think you are all right, man. Anytime you want to come say hello, just leave a message with my secretary. All right?
Carl: The first day I ever met him he said: "Hi, I'm Ritchie White. I'm on probation."
Cole: Fred, your son and some of his friends are a part of this problem.
Fred Willat: My son and his friends are a part of this goddamn town!
Doberman: I don't get you, Carl. You live in a good place, your dad's got a good job with the Caddies. You're getting to be more of a punk every day, you know that? Lemme ask you somethin'. You got a drive and need to louse things up for yourself?
Carl: I've got a drive, and need to be left alone, okay?
Sandra Willat: You weren't too hard on him, were you?
Fred Willat: [sighs] I broke both his legs. Didn't you see him crawl up the stairs?
Cole: [Carl comes in bruised up] Freddy, Freddy, let Sandra handle it, that's what mothers are for!
Fred Willat: But my son's all bloodied up, he's all beat the hell up!
Sandra Willat: [Reaches for Carl's bruised and bloody face] What happened?
Carl: [Jerks away] Don't touch it!
Sandra Willat: Well, who did this to you?
Carl: I don't know who did it! It was dark!
[Runs up stairs]
Richie: [after stealing Richie's mother's car, and driving out of town] Bye Bye, "New Granola!"
Sandra Willat: Carl, we don't want you, to see your friend, Richie White for a while. Or, Claude Zachary either, now the teen center's gonna be closed, for a while. At least, get a new accounts fair.
Carl: What's wrong with, Julia?
Sandra Willat: I know, you like her, hon. But, she can't control, the wilder kids.
Fred Willat: Don't you ever, talk to your mother like that again, young man. Do you hear, me?
Carl: You're crazy.
Fred Willat: Don't leave, while we're talking to you.
Carl: Get off of me!
[Fred, slaps Carl in the face]
Sandra Willat: Fred, stop that!
[Carl stormed off into his room while his parents were arguing]