Van Wilder:
Are you stalking me? Because that would be super.
Van Wilder:
[
while standing pantless next to the freshman] But you know what I've learned in my seven years here at Coolidge... Timmy? I've learned that you can't treat every situation as a life-and-death matter because you'll die a lot of times. Write that down.
Suicidal Freshman:
I don't have a pen.
Van Wilder:
Well remember that then. And you know something, Timmy? I think you've got the balls to make it here. Call me nuts, but I believe in you.
Gwen:
[
Mouths] What are you doing here?
Van Wilder:
[
Mouths] I don't know!
Van Wilder:
Sometimes you gotta let your heart lead you... even if you know its someplace you know you're not suppossed to be.
Gwen:
And how many times has your heart led you into the women's locker room?
Van Wilder:
This would be a first.
Gwen:
Why do I find that hard to believe?
Van Wilder:
I'm not saying this is the first time I've been in here, just usually it is another part of my anatomy that does the leading.
[
repeated line, after giving advice]
Van Wilder:
Write that down.
Van Wilder:
All you need is scented candles, massage oil, and Barry White. Write that down. Look at me, No. Cock. Pump.
Taj:
No Cock Pump Barry White.
Van Wilder:
Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere.
Van Wilder:
The first day of spring semester. A time to say goodbye to the parents once again, and say hello to a few new student bodies.
Van Wilder:
Don't be a fool, stay in school!
Van Wilder:
What is wrong with people today?
Hutch:
[
taking a hit from a bong] It's the internet, it fries their brain cells.
Taj:
I would like very much to spend my remaining days here as your assistant.
Van Wilder:
Okay, we're just going do a little word association. Say the first thing that comes to your mind. Milk.
Taj:
Tit! Oh, mommy. Most Indians would say "cow" because they are sacred, but I hear "milk," I think giant jugs. You see, I cannot go home a virgin. I came here to study the great American art of muff diving. To smack clam, munch rug, dine at just one American pink taco stand! You know, I wanted to, how is it, park the porpoise. You know? I want to take it through the car wash, baby. And get it waxed. I want to wax it. Wax it! You know, and air dry. Air dry that shit, yeah! And I would like to be your assistant very much, Mr. Van Wilder.
Vance Wilder, Sr.:
Van is still in school?
Assistant:
For the better part of a decade.
Campus Cop:
Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to back away from Van's vehicle!
Vance Wilder, Sr.:
Sweet Joesph, my son's a fairy.
Van Wilder:
Take your clothes off.
Gwen:
I'm not taking off my clothes.
Van Wilder:
Well it is the naked mile run, everybody else is in their birthday suit.
[
a hairy naked guy runs by]
Van Wilder:
Except that guy.
[
after a stripper farts in their face]
Van Wilder:
Congratulations Taj, your first blow job!
Van Wilder:
Don't be a fool and wrap your tool.
Van Wilder:
Crazy kids with their crazy VDs.
Hutch:
I've got a plan. Let's go get fucked up.
Van Wilder:
Sounds good.
Van Wilder:
I know Ms. Pac-Man is special. She's fun. She's cute. She swallows.
Panos Patakos:
Nobody even knows we're here.
Van Wilder:
Au contraire, mon freres.
Van Wilder:
I'd like you to meet Sherri and Terri. Two girls utterly infatuated with men who have larger than normal... medulla oblongata's.
Van Wilder:
Her name's Naomi. That's "I moan" backwards.
Richard:
You're going to miss the biggest party of the year!
[
Crickets chirp]
Jeannie:
This party so rocks, Richard!
Richard:
This party sucks rectum, Jeannie!
Panos Patakos:
How do you put a price on dignity?
Friend:
How do you put a price on poonani?
Van Wilder:
Whoa, trick or treat. What's going on?
Richard:
This vaginal discharge won't let us partake in the party.
Van Wilder:
Graphic.
Richard:
Gwen, what are you doing here?
Van Wilder:
You two know each other?
Richard:
That's my girlfriend, gluteus erecti.
Van Wilder:
You shouldn't take life to seriously. You'll never get out alive.
Richard:
Oh, Gwen! Your labia feels so good around my swollen phallus! Oh! Oh! Oh, I'm fairly confident I'm going to ejaculate. I'm releasing some of my seminal fluids inside of you now!
[
grunts and giggles]
Gwen:
Are you okay?
Richard:
Yeah. Why? Well, didn't you?
Gwen:
Well, it's kind of hard in 15 seconds.
Richard:
Damn it, Gwen! You know the kind of pressure I'm under with my exams.
Gwen:
I'm sorry.
Richard:
Look, I'm sorry. This semester's marks could determine in the next 10 years of our lives together. Do you realize that?
Gwen:
You know... you shouldn't take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive.
Richard:
[
laughs] What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm late for my study group.
Van Wilder:
if you're always thinking about the future, then you kinda forget about the present.
[
to Gwen's Parents about Richard]
Van Wilder:
He's here, who is running hell?
Van Wilder:
Blue - it brings out your eyes. The kid has killer eyes, not unlike yourself - anyone ever tell you that?
Gwen:
Yes, my boyfriend.
Van Wilder:
Your boyfriend? What's his name?
Gwen:
I don't think that's any of your business.
Van Wilder:
[
Puts on sunglasses and turns away] You're right
Van Wilder:
Richard, you rascal, you never told me you were a DIK!
[
under his breath]
Van Wilder:
Not that you had to.
Van Wilder:
Wow, If he's here, who's running hell?
Van Wilder:
Well just take a look at this... ya... doodles... I attended class today just about stayed the whole time too!
Gwen:
I'm glad you went to all your classes today.
Van Wilder:
And a few that weren't mine, I stepped in the wrong room, liked what I heard... stayed.
Gwen:
That's great!
Gwen:
I'm doing a human interest piece... on you.
Van Wilder:
I'm flattered, I'd love for your piece to be on me.
[
looks up at the ceiling and sighs]
Van Wilder:
... But sadly I don't do interviews, never have, never will. Do lunch though.
Richard:
Mr. Wilder here is quite the collegian. He's in his, what? sixth year?
Van Wilder:
Actually, its lucky number seven.
Taj:
[
Jumps up] WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT?
Hutch:
In your room a few days ago. I'm trying to spark this bong, but the damn thing won't light.
Taj:
That's no bong... It's for my shlong.
[
Hutch starts coughing and gagging]
Hutch:
Hold up, I just put my mouth on your cock-pump?
[
Taj nods his head]
Hutch:
Oh damn!
Gwen:
Well I think it takes a lot more then the kind of underwear one wears to define them as a person.
[
Van looks shocked]
Van Wilder:
Like what?
Campus Cop:
We've got a jumper!
[
ink blot test]
Stoner Freshman:
I see a rabbi, and he's performing a circumcision... on himself though.
Van Wilder:
Well, you haven't lived until you've shot-putted blitzed on Jager!"
Van Wilder:
I want you all over that ball like a fat kid on a cupcake!
Taj:
Is that all you people think about? Now, I admit I applied for this job because I wanted to cut loose and shake my romp, but I belive that this dilema cannot be solved by partying.
Taj:
You have shown me a live I could only dream about back home while masturbating in my father's woodshed.
Van Wilder:
All this time I thought I was more to you than a flaccid story.
Van Wilder:
It's a date.
Gwen:
It's an interview.
Van Wilder:
Gwen,first dates are interviews.
Van Wilder:
Dinner for two. Clothing optional.
Van Wilder:
You think about the future too much and you kinda forget about the present. Obviously.
Van Wilder:
Hey look. I read the damn article all right. But don't tell anyone because if word gets out that I read my reputation shot to hell.
Taj:
Doesn't she have a boyfriend?
Van Wilder:
Details. Only details.
McDoogle:
Ok, Wilder. Let's dance.
Van Wilder:
It's a good day to die, McDoogle.
Van Wilder:
If Milty Mingleton can shove himself into that weenie bikini, then you don't need to be shy about making your donations to the swim team.
Van Wilder:
We'll be accepting donations in the form of cash, visa, and full frontal nudity.
[
while having sex with Jeannie]
Richard:
P.S. Shut the fuck up!
[
after tasting Jager]
Kid:
This tastes like shit! You got any scotch?
[
after the dog farted in the tub & his testicles floated to the top]
Van:
These things could raise the Titanic!
McDoogle:
This is some pad Wilder... Decorated in early fuck!
Richard:
You do not call her that, Gonad!
Vance Wilder, Sr.:
Where can I find Van Wilder?
Wasted Guy:
In the Guinness Book of World-fucking-Records, man... under "Raddest Fucking Dude Alive"!
Vance Wilder, Sr.:
Ok. Thanks.
Wasted Guy:
In any one of these three rooms, Gramps.
Van Wilder:
What's that intoxicating scent you're wearing Doris?
Ms. Doris Haver:
I have cats.
Van Wilder:
Meow!
Gwen:
What was that girl, a freshman?
Van Wilder:
She reads at a sophomore level.
Sally:
[
straddling Van and kissing him, turns around and sees Gwen walk into Van's room] You must be Gwen, the truck driver
Van Wilder:
Gwen?
[
chases her outside]
Gwen:
What were you doing up there?
Van Wilder:
As Smashed as I am, I'm pretty sure that was my room...
Van Wilder:
Wasn't it?
[
looking back]
Gwen:
What was that girl, a freshman?
Van Wilder:
She reads at a sophomore level.
[
Ms. Haver takes a long swig on some liquor]
Ms. Doris Haver:
Oh yeah... that's the shit!
Van Wilder:
You know... I think I'm getting a little coldsore come on... so maybe we shouldn't do this for 3 to 6 weeks?
Ms. Doris Haver:
Shut up, bitch and give me some sugar!
McDoogle:
I've been waiting all these years for you to realize your potential.
Van Wilder:
That's why you and I had friction? God, I always thought it was 'cause, 'cause I fooled around with your daughter freshman year.
McDoogle:
Why, what... You fooled around with my daughter?
Van Wilder:
What?
[
Stripper farts, blowing white powder over Van, Hutch and Taj. There is a pause before Van whoops and claps in applause]
Van Wilder:
Taj, your first blow job!
Taj:
In my country, a woman's mastery of her gastronomical releases is considered the ultimate aphrodisiac!
Jeannie:
Then we bumped uglies. It was the best ten seconds ever.
Van Wilder:
Those circus midgets can NOT hold their booze!
Van Wilder:
I'm all out of love. I'm so lost without you. I know you were right. Believing for so long.
Sally:
Dope song. What's it called?
Van Wilder:
Gwen Used Me For Her Story, Then Married an Ass Wipe... and Ran Over My Heart With a Big Metaphorical Truck. Originally performed by Air Supply.
Vance Wilder, Sr.:
Excuse me? Can you tell me where I might find the 'Radest fucking dude alive'?
Gwen:
Is it true this is your seventh year at Coolidge?
Van Wilder:
Carry the two, yes that's correct.
Van Wilder:
I'm sorry, fellas. The bakery's closed.
Van Wilder:
[
while the dog is walking away, and his balls have shrunk] Looks like all he needed was a little TLC
Richard:
How bad do you want to be a Delta? Would you stand on broken glass? Let the shards into your Archilles tendon, causing acute achondroplasia, which could lead to non-congenital dwarfism as you got older?
Law Club Member:
It's ridicoulous, it's preposterous, it's ludicrous... By God it's impetuous!
Hutch:
So does that mean you gonna help us?
Law Club Member:
Oh it’s on!
Gwen:
Relax, guys. They're just Doritos.
Gwen:
Is Van here?
Hutch:
He don't want to see you.
Gwen:
Excuse me?
Hutch:
Look. Why don't you just leave him alone?
Sick Boy:
Home-wrecker.
Van Wilder:
[
speaking about Gwen's boyfriend Richard] I'll bet he's a tighty whitey guy.
Gwen:
Excuse me?
Van Wilder:
White, elastic band, constricting. You can tell a lot about a person by the kind of drawers they wear. Like you - granny panties I bet.
Gwen:
Does that allude to me being the plain, boring type?
Van Wilder:
Mmmm, no.
Van Wilder:
[
sighs]
Van Wilder:
I just wanted the visual.
Van Wilder:
Was that a…
[
looks away and points]
Van Wilder:
Judges ruling? Uh huh. Yeah.
[
looks back]
Van Wilder:
I do believe that was a joke.
Van Wilder:
You guys have had the best GPS the last 50 years.
Panos Patakos:
Indeed. But believe it or not, best GPA doesn't get you laid.
Van Wilder:
Damn well should.
Taj:
We are truly up the Ganga river without a bamboo oar.
Vance Wilder, Sr.:
You have wasted enough of your time and my money. So pack up your panties, son, because we are heading home.
Van Wilder:
I'm sorry, Taj. I'm gonna have to let you go. I don't have the resources to pay for your services anymore.
Taj:
A good soldier does not leave his commander just because he lies wounded, arms torn off at the sockets, intestines spilling out onto the mud, picked at by the birds. I will stay on at no charge.
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