The Night Before (1988)
Winston: Stay away from ginger ale and tequila. It's a bitch!
Winston: Hey, you want to dance?
Tara: What I want, Winston, is I want OUT of here and I want out NOW!
Winston: Why? Don't you know how to dance?
Winston: I was supposed to have her home by midnight, and instead, I sold her to a pimp!
Winston: Did anything happen to you?
Tara: Well, let's see. I was kidnapped, they stole my dress and I was driven over here in the trunk of a car. Did you mean besides that?
Winston: Hey, give me a break here!
Tara: Gee, am I overreacting? Well, I guess being sold into prostitution has made me a little edgy; or maybe it's the thought of almost losing my virtue to the Goodyear blimp - and then again it could be simply the sleazy feeling of vinyl against my skin.
Winston: You know what you are? YOU are an egotistical, self-centered, little BRAT!
Tara: That's terrific!
[Bumps into guy on stairway]
Tara: Excuse me, sir. Now if you'll both pardon me, sir. Do you win over a lot of girls this way, Winston?
[Still can't get past the guy]
Tara: I'm sorry, sir, we'll be out of your way in just one moment.
Tara: Danger? Oh, danger! Well, I shudder to think what the vice president of the astronomy club would call DANGER - what did you do, jaywalk or something?
Winston: [to rock band at club. Winston is wearing the sunglasses he found in the bathroom] Excuse me, are you gonna talk or are you gonna rock?
Winston: [posturing, trying to look tough] Yeah, I'm looking for this guy named Cueball. You know where he lives?
Newsie: [spits on the sidewalk, in disdain] Who wants to know?
Winston: [spits, weakly] Tito.
Newsie: [demeanor changes to cheerful compliance] Oh, uh... ground floor, first door on the right.