William Bronder: Milo Pressman

Stand by Me

Milo Pressman

Milo: Chopper! Sic'em, boy!
The Writer: [while Gordie is runs in slow motion] Now he said, "Sic'em, boy!" But what I heard was, "Chopper! Sic balls!"
Gordie: [Gordie screams and runs for his life and is surprised to discover that Chopper is a small golden retriever] That's Chopper?
Teddy: [Taunting Chopper behind the fence] Ha ha ha! Come on, Choppy! Bite my ass, Choppy! Bite my ass! Bite shit. Come on, Choppy! Sic balls, Choppy!
Milo: Hey, you! Stop teasing that dog, you hear me! Stop teasing him! Sonny, I'm gonna beat your ass, teasing my dog like that!
Teddy: Yeah? I'd like to see you climb over this fence and get me, fat ass!
Milo: Don't you call me that, you little tin weasel peckerwood loony's son.
Teddy: [Surprised] What did you call me?
Milo: I know who you are. You're Teddy Duchamp. Your dad's a loony. A loony up in the nuthouse in Togus. He took your ear and he put it to a stove and burnt it off.
Teddy: [Trying not to get angry] My father stormed the beach at Normandy.
Milo: He's crazier than a shithouse rat. No wonder you're acting the way you are with a loony for a father.
Teddy: [Getting angry] You call my dad a loony again, I'll kill you.
Milo: Loony, loony, loony!
Teddy: [Extremely angry] I'm gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck!

Teddy: [Still angry] I'll kill you!
Milo: You come on and try it, you slimy bastard.
Chris: He wants you to come over there so he can beat the piss out of you and take you to the cops.
Milo: You watch your mouth, smart guy! Let him do his own fighting.
Gordie: Sure, you only outweigh him by 500 pounds, fat ass!
Milo: I know your name. You're Lachance. I know all you guys and all your fathers are gonna get a call from me. Except for the loony up in Togus.
Teddy: [Still angry and tries to fight] I'll kill you!
Milo: You foul-mouthed whore master!
Teddy: [Angrily shouting] You son of a bitch! Nobody ranks on my old man! My father stormed the beach at Normandy! He stormed the beach, you faggot!