Valley Girl (1983)
Julie Richman: Do you think she really does all the stuff she says?
Stacey: You know, I think she does. I mean, who could make up 'That stuff tastes like Clorox.'?
Fred Bailey: So, you wanna dance?
Girl: In another life!
Fred Bailey: Yeah, I didn't either. I was just taking a poll.
Randy: Where do you work?
Julie Richman: At my parents' store.
Randy: What do they sell?
Julie Richman: Health foods.
Randy: That's cool.
Julie Richman: Like, it's not cool at all! Like, it's all this stuff that tastes like nothing and it's supposed to be so good for you. Why couldn't they, like, open a Pizza Hut or something?
Julie Richman: I'll start my diet tomorrow.
Stacey: You better watch out, because Randy might like the Hollywood lean look.
Suzi Brent: Yeah, but blimps don't get to go out with Tommy.
Julie Richman: Who?
Julie Richman: Who?
Julie Richman: Fuck him!
[behind the stage curtain at the Valley High junior prom]
Fred Bailey: Ahh! Stacey! Hey, man, check out Stacey!
Randy: I don't wanna see Stacey.
[peeks from behind the curtain in time to see Tommy kiss Julie on the dance floor]
Randy: Ugh! That's it! Man, I've had it with you, Bailey!
Fred Bailey: What? I didn't think her haircut was that bad.
Randy: What do you mean, her haircut? I just want to know what the rest of this grand plan of yours is.
Fred Bailey: No, man, this is it! Simplicity at its finest.
Randy: Simplicity at its finest. Well, at least you got us here. So let's...
Randy and Fred (in unison): ...crush that fly!
Randy: [to Julie after she dumps him] Well fuck you, for sure, like totally!
Tommy: It appears as though you forgot our French fries and a Coke, fishhead.
Randy: Oh, well, Peter Piper picked a pepper, I guess I did!
Julie Richman: [to her friends] Man, he's like tripendicular, ya know?
Julie Richman: Like, they're staring right at us.
Stacey: Gross! Let's move.
Fred Bailey: Do you believe a girl should pet on the first date?
Girl: Who are you, Bozo the Clown?
Steve Richman: [about Julie] Sarah, do you know how much she looks like you?
Sarah Richman: Do I still look that way?
Steve Richman: Better!
Randy: [shouting over the noise just as the music ends] So, when can I see you again?
Julie Richman: [embarassed] Gee, Randy... why don't you wait until the end of the evening to say these things?
Randy: It's how I feel. It's what I want.
Julie Richman: I'm here with you now.
Fred Bailey: [warily surveying party food] What you got running here, a bait shop?
Suzi Brent: Like, it's sushi, don't you know?
[points at each platter as she identifies them]
Suzi Brent: Like, this here is tuna, that's flying fish egg, and that's sea urchin.
Randy: This is pistachio paste, isn't it?
[picks up a smear of wasabi with a chopstick and eats it; he then watches party guests enjoying the sushi]
Randy: Dig in, Fred.
Fred Bailey: [shudders] I think I'll go get something to drink.
Fred Bailey: [introducing himself to Julie and Stacey] Hi, I'm Fred. I like tacos and '71 Cabernet. My favorite color is magenta.
Tommy: [about his recent break-up with Julie] Who else is there? No other Val dude can touch me. She must really be freaking out.
Julie Richman: Yeah, but Tommy can be such a dork, ya know? Like he's got the bod, but his brains are bad news.
Suzi Brent: But he is bitchin'. You really are so lucky, Julie.
Julie Richman: I know, but we've been going together so long now. Like I'm beginning to think I'm a piece of furniture or something, like an old chair!
Loryn: Oh, bad news!
Julie Richman: [glancing at Brad] I definitely need something new.
Julie Richman: [arguing about staying out all night] Why can't you just punish me like Stacey's parents?
Sarah Richman: Bad karma, dear!
Fred Bailey: Stacey?
Stacey: God, you're so weird! Go away!
Fred Bailey: My little pickle. My darling.
Stacey: Like, this is so embarrassing.
Fred Bailey: Well, I think you're cute.
Stacey: My God.
Tommy: [while getting his ticket torn by Randy, who is working as an usher and wearing 3-D glasses] Bitchin'! Is this in 3-D?
Randy: No, but your face is.
Randy: No one is gonna tell me who I can score with! Now I want this chick, she wants me, so fuck it, we're goin' back.