American Graffiti
1973
Bob Falfa: Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya! John Milner: You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me! Bob Falfa: Hey I've been lookin' all over for ya man. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin' for ya? John Milner: Man, I can't keep track of all you punks runnin' 'round here backwards. Bob Falfa: Hey you're s'posed to be the fastest thing in the Valley man, but that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car! I'm sorta' embarrassed to be this close to ya! John Milner: Yeah, well I'm not surprised, drivin' a field car! Bob Falfa: Field car? What's a field car? John Milner: A field car runs through the fields, droppin' cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow. Bob Falfa: Ha ha! That's pretty good! Say, I like the color of your car there. What's that s'posed to be? Sort of a cross between piss yella' and puke green ain't it? John Milner: Well, you call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly. I bet you got to sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires! Bob Falfa: Well at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by man. John Milner: Oh ho, funny!
Carol: Your car is uglier than I am. Oops, that didn't come out right.
Debbie Dunham: Peel out, I just love it when guys peel out.
Debbie Dunham: It only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose.
Mr Kroot: All right, Bolander, break that up. You know the rules. You and your girlfriend want to do that, go someplace else, huh? Steve Bolander: Hey, Kroot! Why don't you go kiss a duck? Mr Kroot: What did you say? Steve Bolander: I said, go kiss a duck, marblehead. Mr Kroot: OK, Bolander, you are suspended. Don't - don't even come in on Monday. You're out, you're out! Steve Bolander: Hey, hey, Kroot. I graduated last semester. Remember?
Peg: Joe College strikes out.
Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"? John Milner: What? No. N-O. Sheezus. Carol: What's your name, anyway? John Milner: My name? Mud, if anyone sees you.
Debbie Dunham: Girls don't pay - guys pay!
Debbie Dunham: I love it when guys peel out!
Ants: Hey, man, who cut the cheese? Joe: He who smelt it, dealt it.
Joe: OK, you got it? You're on your own. I'm going to wait over there. Curt Henderson: Now, wait a minute, Joe. What if he hears me? Joe: Shhh. Listen! Look at it this way. Now, you have three choices. One, you chicken out and in that case I let Ants tie you to the car and drag you around a bit. And you don't want that. Curt Henderson: No. Joe: Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you and, well, you don't want that. Curt Henderson: No, I don't. Joe: Three, you're successful and you join the Pharaohs with a car coat and a blood initiation. (Pats Curt on the shoulder and runs back to the car) Curt Henderson: Wait a minute. What blood initiation?
Carol: Oh, rats. I was hoping I might see some friends here. John Milner: Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime. Carol: Oh, wait, there's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me. John Milner: Oh, shit. Dee Dee!
Bob Falfa: Hey, you know a guy around here with a piss yellow deuce coupe, supposed to be hot stuff? Terry Fields: You mean John Milner? (Falfa nods slowly) Terry Fields: Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest ... Bob Falfa: I ain't nobody, dork. Right? Terry Fields: Right. Bob Falfa: Hey, you see this Milner, tell him I'm lookin' for him, huh? Tell him I aim to blow his ass right off the road.
Bob Falfa: Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say? Laurie Henderson: Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.
Mr Wolfe: Hey, I thought you'd left already. Curt Henderson: No, not yet. Mr Wolfe: Boy, do I remember when I went off. Got drunk as hell the night before. Just ... Curt Henderson: Blotto. Mr Wolfe: Blotto, exactly. Barfed on the train all next day. Curt Henderson: Cute, very cute. Where'd you go again? Mr Wolfe: Middlebury, Vermont. Curt Henderson: On a scholarship? Mr Wolfe: On a scholarship. Curt Henderson: Stayed only one semester? Mr Wolfe: One semester. After all that, I came back here. Curt Henderson: Why did you come back? Mr Wolfe: I don't know. I guess I just wasn't the competitive type.
Curt Henderson: Somebody wants me. Somebody's who's out there, roaming the streets, wants ME... Would you turn the corner?
Teenager in car: (to Terry) Is that you in that beautiful car? Geez, what a waste of machinery!
John Milner: What the hell's goin' on here, Toad? Hey, man, are you all right? Terry Fields: Yeah, I'll die soon, then it'll all be over, John. Debbie Dunham: Wow, you're just like the Lone Ranger. John Milner: Yeah, yeah. Listen, are you with him? Terry Fields: You're talking to the woman I love. John Milner: What happened, man?
Steve Bolander: Where are you going? It's awfully early in the morning. Curt Henderson: (pause) I have a dentist appointment.
Terry Fields: Pardon me, sir, but I lost my I.D. in... in a flood and I'd like to get some Old Harper, hard stuff. Would you mind buying a bottle for me? Bum at Liquor Store: Why certainly! I lost my wife, too - her name wasn't Idy, though, and it wasn't in a flood - but I know what ya ... Terry Fields: Thanks, here's enough for a pint.
Carol: Oh no, not me. Not old Carol. The night's young and I'm not hittin' the rack till I get a little action.
Debbie Dunham: Maybe it's the goat killer and he'll get somebody and we'll see the whole thing. Terry Fields: I don't want to see the whole thing.
Debbie Dunham: Is that tuck and roll? Terry Fields: Yeah! Debbie Dunham: Bitchin! I just love the feel of tuck and roll upholstery. Terry Fields: Yeah? Well, get in and I'll let you feel it... I mean, you know, you can touch it... uh... I'll let you feel the upholstery.
(first lines) Terry Fields: Hey, what do you say, Curt? Last night in town - you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave? Steve Bolander: The Moose have been looking for you all day. (hands check to Curt) Steve Bolander: They got worried - thought you were trying to avoid them or something. Terry Fields: What is it? What do ya got? Curt Henderson: Oh, great. Terry Fields: That's $2000 man! $2000! Steve Bolander: Mr Jennings gave it to me to give to you. He says he's sorry it's so late, but it's the first scholarship the Moose Lodge has given out. And he, uh, says they're all very proud of you back at the lodge. Curt Henderson: Cute. Why don't you hold it for me for awhile? Steve Bolander: Hey, I don't want it. Take it - it's yours. Terry Fields: I'll take it!
(last lines) John Milner: I know, uh... you probably think you're a big shot, goin' off like this... John Milner: (he slaps Curt) ... but you're still a punk. Curt Henderson: OK, John... So long... So long! (Steve, Terry, Laurie and John wish Curt goodbye) Terry Fields: Have a good trip! Laurie Henderson: Bye, Curt. Good-bye!
Carol: You're a regular J.D. John Milner: File that under uh, C.S. over there. (hands her the ticket Holstein just issued him) Carol: C.S.? What's that stand for? John Milner: Chicken shit - that's what it is. Carol: Oh. (puts the ticket in the glove compartment which is full of similar tickets)
Curt Henderson: Stand by for justice!
Man at Accident: (after Terry has backed into his car) Excuse me, but I think we've had an accident. Terry Fields: Well, goddammit, I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?
Bozo: Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein? Debbie Dunham: Tiger happens to be very sophisticated, unlike you. Terry Fields: Hey now, buddy, the girl obviously doesn't want anything to do with you, so... Bozo: Hey, creep. You lookin' for a knuckle sandwich? Terry Fields: Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting on a double Chucky Chuck. Bozo: Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut. (pauses) Hey, I'll call you some night Debbie. Some night when I'm hard up. Debbie Dunham: I won't be home. (lights match and throws it at him) Get out of here. Terry Fields: Boy, you sure do know a lot of weird guys. Debbie Dunham: That creep's no friend of mine, he's just... *horny*. But not you, you're different. Terry Fields: Really? Do you mean that? I mean, do you really think I'm intelligent? Debbie Dunham: Yeah. In fact, I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. Terry Fields: Brew? Oh, liquor. (Debbie smiles and nods) You mean liquor. Yeah, let's get out of here. This place is too crowded anyway.
Joe: (wearing sunglasses at night with two other members of the Pharoh's gang) Whadaya doin' creep? Curt Henderson: Who, me? Joe: No, I'm talkin' to the other fifty creeps here. You know Gil Gonzales? Curt Henderson: Gil Gonzales? No. Joe: Don't know Gil huh? Well you oughta. He's a friend of ours and that's his car you got your butt parked on.