Class of 1984 (1982)
Peter Stegman: Life... is pain. Pain... is everything. You... you will learn!
Peter Stegman: Face the music... teacher teacher.
Andrew Norris: Wait a minute, you're in this class. Sit down.
Peter Stegman: [gives him the finger] Sit on this, motherfucker.
Andrew Norris: What's the matter with you?
Peter Stegman: What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me? What's the matter with matter?
Peter Stegman: I've had it with you, Leroy. I mean, uh, enough is enough.
Leroy: Hey, man, listen... I didn't do nothin' man.
Peter Stegman: What the fuck... you think I was born yesterday?
Leroy: Hey, man... what's goin' on here?
Peter Stegman: [brutally beating him] We're the only niggers that sell shit in this school.
Peter Stegman: [after playing a piano concerto] Do I get the gig, teacher?
Andrew Norris: Where'd you learn how to play that?
Peter Stegman: Do I get the fuckin' gig?
Andrew Norris: No. Maybe I'll give you a shot when you grow up, now get out.
Peter Stegman: Stegman doesn't play in anybody's asshole band, anyway.
Andrew Norris: You hurt her, I'll kill you! I swear to God I'll kill you!
Terry Corrigan: I'll bet I know who you are. You're Mr. Goldstein's replacement. Terry Corrigan, biology.
Andrew Norris: Andy Norris, music. What's the gun for?
Terry Corrigan: Where have you been teaching lately?
Andrew Norris: Lately? Nowhere.
Terry Corrigan: It figures.
Joo Joo: I'ma gonna kill yo', sucka! No one messes around wit' my man, Leroy. I'm gonna cut you, white-meat.
Peter Stegman: Cut this!
[a gang battle ensues]
Peter Stegman: When it comes to killin', teacher teacher's just got too much to lose... otherwise, you coulda done me right. Like this!
[busts his head open against a mirror]