Prom Night (1980)
Kim: You seem a little anxious, Wendy. By the way, who are going with tonight?
Wendy: It's not who you go with, honey. It's who takes you home.
Young Nick: [after Robin falls out the window and dies] We've got to get somebody, quick.
Young Wendy: Are you crazy? They'll put us in jail. If we tell anybody they'll say it's our fault. Who would believe it was an accident?
Young Nick: But what if...
Young Wendy: Listen to me, we'll go home now and never ever tell anyone. No one but us will ever know. Jude, swear?
Young Jude: I swear.
Young Wendy: Kelly? Kelly!
Young Kelly: I don't want to go to jail!
Young Wendy: Swear?
Young Kelly: I swear.
Young Wendy: Nick? Nick!
Young Nick: I won't tell anyone.
Young Wendy: Good, let's go.
Alex: [Kim sprays him with perfume] Don't do that. I smell like the inside of the ladies' room.
Kim: And how would you know what the ladies room smells like?
Alex: I know they did it, they killed her, they, killed her... Robin, Robin!
Kelly: Oh Drew, there was this horrible voice, on the telephone...
Drew: A heavy breather?
Kelly: No, worse than that!
Drew: He turned you on, didn't he? I ought to try that sometime.
Kelly: I'm serious!
Drew: So am I!
Jude: Why don't we do it on the Bluff?
Slick: On the Bluff?
Jude: Come on, it'll be fantastic!
Slick: I don't know... I think I need another joint.
Jude: I think so, too.
Jude: Follow me!
Vicki: Mr. Sykes! This is just for you!
[Vicki pulls her pants down and moons Mr. Sykes]
Mrs. Cunningham: Vicki! Come here this instant!
Car Hop: What'll it be?
Lou: Well, uh, I'm a little short of cash.
Wendy: You can owe me.
Lou: Oh! Well, I'll have a couple burgers, a large fries, and, uh, what kinda beer you got?
Car Hop: Come on, man. This is a drive-thru, not a bar!
Lou: All right, all right, don't get nervous! Just a Coke or Pepsi is fine.
[Lou stares at waitress' butt while she walks away]
Wendy: Lou, no!
Mrs. Cunningham: Now kiss her!
Alex: She's my sister.
Mrs. Cunningham: Alex...
Mrs. Cunningham: Now the king!
Alex: Ew, kiss the KING?
Nick: On the mouth!
McBride: For a guy so fast on the disco floor, you sure are the slowest!
Nick: I was just talking to Wendy.
McBride: I thought you were going with the Hammond girl.
Nick: You can't tell Wendy anything she doesn't want to hear.
McBride: Wow, I wish I had your women problems!