High School Confidential! (1958)
Miss Dodge: If you're trying to create an impression, I'm unimpressed.
Poetess: My old man was a bread stasher all his life. He never got fat. He wound up with a used car, a 17-inch screen and arthritis. Tomorrow is a drag, man, tomorrow is a king-sized bust. // They cried, "Put down pot. Don't think a lot." For what? Time how much and what to do with it. Sleep, man, and you might wake up diggin' the whole human race, givin' itself three days to get out. Tomorrow is a drag, pops, the future is a flake. // I had a canary who couldn't sing. I had a cat that let me share my pad with her. I bought a dog that killed the cat that ate the canary. What is truth? // I had an uncle with an ivy-league car. He had life with a belt in the back. He had a button-down brain. Wind up a belt in the mouth and a button-down lip. // He coughed blood on this earth. Now there's a race for space. We can cough blood on the moon soon. Tomorrow is dragsville, cats. Tomorrow is a king-sized drag. // Hula fast shorts, swing with a gassy chick, turn on to a thousand joys, smile on what happened, then check what's gonna happen, you'll miss what's happening. Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum. Tomorrow, drag.
Tony Baker: The name's Baker. B-A-K-E-R, and I park where I want.
Tony Baker: You got 32 teeth, Buster. Wanna try for none?
Tony Baker: [to Miss Williams] You know for a 'teach' you're pretty cool. Why don't we cut out and go back to your pad and live it up?
Mr. Robinson: Get out of my chair.
Tony Baker: Okay, baldy. You better sit down anyway before you fall down.
Tony Baker: [to J.I. Coleridge] What's your beef man, I just wanna play friends. Is that a crime in this state?
Tony Baker: I'm lookin' to graze on some grass.
Tony Baker: Okay, chick. I guess I dialed the wrong number.
Tony Baker: If you flake around with the weed, you'll end up using the harder stuff.
Gwen Dulaine: [regarding Tony Baker] He's healthy and normal and full of fun!
Jack Staples: [to his wife] The only problem children I know are the ones that have problem parents, which leaves us out. Cheers, darling!
Joan Staples: Oh, wow!
J. I. Coleridge: Cool it!
Tony Baker: What's that, chum?
J. I. Coleridge: Beat it!
Tony Baker: You wanna start a rumble?
Mr. 'Mr. A' August: Put that drink down. You know what alcohol does to your system.
J. I. Coleridge: It's my first one.
Mr. 'Mr. A' August: Now, look. I pay ya for a class family. Upper class. Let's keep it that way. Just lay off the booze. Now get out.
[pauses, turns to Baker]
Mr. 'Mr. A' August: Alcohol's murder on the system.