Vic: Hey Deb, How's my soft baby? Debbie Dunham: Come on, beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby. Vic: Aw, come on honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy. Debbie Dunham: Yeah, three weeks? Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose. Vic: Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein? Debbie Dunham: Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking - it shows. Terry Fields: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have... Vic: Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich? Terry Fields: Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chucky Chuck. Vic: Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut. Vic: Vic: Hey, I'll call you some night Deb. Some night when I'm hard up. Debbie Dunham: I won't be home. Debbie Dunham: Debbie Dunham: Get out of here. Terry Fields: You seem to know a lot of weird guys. Debbie Dunham: That creep's not a friend of mine, he's just... *horny*. That's why I like you, you're different. Terry Fields: I am? I mean, do you really think I'm intelligent? Debbie Dunham: Yeah, and I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. Debbie Dunham: Yeah. Terry Fields: Brew? Debbie Dunham: Yeah. Terry Fields: You mean liquor. Yeah, yeah right, liquor. Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.
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Curt Henderson: You're the most beautiful, exciting thing I've ever seen in my life and I don't know anything about you.
Curt Henderson: Someone wants me. Someone roaming the streets, wants ME... Will you turn the corner?
Carol: Oh, no, not me. Not old Carol. The night is young and I'm not hittin' the rack till I get a little action.
Joe: Rome wasn't burned in a night.
Debbie Dunham: Peel out, I just love it when guys peel out.
XERB Disc Jockey: He's a friend of mine, you hear? And little girl... you better call him, or the Wolfman gonna get you!
Debbie Dunham: Are you for real? Come on, girls don't pay - guys pay!
XERB Disc Jockey: Get your bugaloos out baby! The Wolfman is everywhere.
XERB Disc Jockey: Little kiss on your ear. Goodnight, sweetheart. I'll see you later.
Carol: Oh, race him. You can beat him.
Teenager in car: Is that you in that beautiful car? Geez, what a waste of machinery!
Curt Henderson: What did you say? Wait, what did you say?
John Milner: If you ever get tired of going steady with somebody that ain't around, I'm up for grabs.
John Milner: Hey! Driving is a serious business. I ain't having no accidents just because of you!
Carol: Gee, thanks. It's just like a ring or something. It's like were going steady.
XERB Disc Jockey: Hey, have a popsicle. The ice box just broke down, and they're melting all over the place. You want one?
Herby & the Heartbeats: All the cats and chicks can get their kicks at the hop, Let's go!
Eddie: I hear college girls really put out.
Carol: You're an ogre, just like my father. He won't let me stay out late or play records or anything.
XERB Disc Jockey: Oh, I can't believe it. Feels so good 'cause you're sixteen.
Old Man: Sicker 'n' a dog, that's for sure.
John Milner: I was a dirty bird, Carol's not grungey - she's bitchin'
Laurie Henderson: I don't care if you leave this second!
XERB Disc Jockey: Sneakin' around with the Wolfman, baby. This is gonna strike a raw nerve, Mama. Here's The Platters.
XERB Disc Jockey: Rock 'n' Roll will stand man. Who's this on the Wolfman telephone?
Debbie Dunham: Wow, it's a really beautiful night tonight. It's a perfect night for horseback riding.
Curt Henderson: Listen, I still gotta find that blonde.
Debbie Dunham: You know, what, Terry. I had a pretty good time tonight.
XERB Disc Jockey: Hey, what do you want? Push the red switch down.
Steve Bolander: You make it sound like I'm giving dictation.
Terry Fields: What a babe! What a bitchin' babe!
Laurie Henderson: Go ahead, slug me, scar my face! I wouldn't dance with you if you were the last guy left in this gym!
John Milner: Here it is. One ten cent coke with ice. But, don't take all day drinking it - please.
Terry Fields: Stay cool, man. And - don't do anything I wouldn't do.
John Milner: Okay, Toad. We'll take 'em all.
Terry Fields: A double Chubby-Chuck, a chili-barb, two orders of French fries and...
Joe: You better comes with us and take a ride with the Pharaohs, huh?
Terry Fields: You'll always be Number One, John. You're the greatest.
Curt Henderson: You're the most beautiful, exciting thing I've ever seen in my life and I don't know anything about you.
Curt Henderson: Someone wants me. Someone roaming the streets, wants ME... Will you turn the corner?
Carol: Oh, no, not me. Not old Carol. The night is young and I'm not hittin' the rack till I get a little action.
Joe: Rome wasn't burned in a night.
Debbie Dunham: Peel out, I just love it when guys peel out.
XERB Disc Jockey: He's a friend of mine, you hear? And little girl... you better call him, or the Wolfman gonna get you!
Debbie Dunham: Are you for real? Come on, girls don't pay - guys pay!
XERB Disc Jockey: Get your bugaloos out baby! The Wolfman is everywhere.
XERB Disc Jockey: Little kiss on your ear. Goodnight, sweetheart. I'll see you later.
Carol: Oh, race him. You can beat him.
Teenager in car: Is that you in that beautiful car? Geez, what a waste of machinery!
Curt Henderson: What did you say? Wait, what did you say?
John Milner: If you ever get tired of going steady with somebody that ain't around, I'm up for grabs.
John Milner: Hey! Driving is a serious business. I ain't having no accidents just because of you!
Carol: Gee, thanks. It's just like a ring or something. It's like were going steady.
Carol: Your car is uglier than I am! Carol: Uh... that didn't come out right.
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.
Man at Accident: 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?
Joe: 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. No, I don't. 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.
John Milner: Shit! Hey, get down! Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"? John Milner: What? No, get up, N-O. Sheezus. Carol: What's your name? John Milner: My name? Mud, if anybody sees you.
Mr. Kroot: All right, 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: Okay, Bolander, you are suspended. Don't - don't you even come in on Monday. You're out, you're out! Steve Bolander: Hey, hey, Kroot. I graduated last semester. Remember?
Vic: Hey Deb, How's my soft baby? Debbie Dunham: Come on, beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby. Vic: Aw, come on honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy. Debbie Dunham: Yeah, three weeks? Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose. Vic: Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein? Debbie Dunham: Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking - it shows. Terry Fields: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have... Vic: Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich? Terry Fields: Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chucky Chuck. Vic: Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut. Vic: Vic: Hey, I'll call you some night Deb. Some night when I'm hard up. Debbie Dunham: I won't be home. Debbie Dunham: Debbie Dunham: Get out of here. Terry Fields: You seem to know a lot of weird guys. Debbie Dunham: That creep's not a friend of mine, he's just... *horny*. That's why I like you, you're different. Terry Fields: I am? I mean, do you really think I'm intelligent? Debbie Dunham: Yeah, and I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. Debbie Dunham: Yeah. Terry Fields: Brew? Debbie Dunham: Yeah. Terry Fields: You mean liquor. Yeah, yeah right, liquor. Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.
Debbie Dunham: Maybe if it's the goat killer, he'll get somebody and we'll see the whole thing. Terry Fields: I don't want to see the whole thing.
Herby & the Heartbeats: All the cats and chicks can get their kicks at the hop, Let's go!
Curt Henderson: You know Toby Juarez? Toby Juarez, he's a Pharaoh isn't he? Joe: Toby Juarez? Sure, we know Toby. We killed him last night. Tied him to a car and dragged him.
Joe: Get down! OK now, you got it? I'm staying here, you're on your own. Curt Henderson: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Joe... wait a minute. What if he hears me? Joe: Shhh. Listen, listen! Look at it this way. Now, you got three choices. One, you chicken out and in that case I let Ants tie you to the car and drag you around a little bit and you don't want that. Right? Curt Henderson: No. Joe: Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you and, well uh... you don't want that, right? Curt Henderson: No, I don't. Joe: Three, you are successful and you join the Pharaohs with a car coat and a blood initiation and all that, huh? Curt Henderson: What? Wait a minute, wait a minute! What blood initiation?
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? Terry Fields: Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest... Bob Falfa: I ain't nobody, dork! Right? Terry Fields: Uh... right. Bob Falfa: Hey, you see this Milner, you 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.
John Milner: I was a dirty bird, Carol's not grungey - she's bitchin'
XERB Disc Jockey: Well, all right, baby! Here we go with another call out of the station. Can you dig it? Answer the phone, dummy. Pinkie's Pizza Employee: Pinkie's Pizza XERB Disc Jockey: Ah, yeah, listen, you got any more of those secret agent spy-scopes? Pinkie's Pizza Employee: Hit parade on the stethoscope? XERB Disc Jockey: No. No, the secret agent spy-scope, man. That pulls in the moon, and the stars and the planets - and the satellites and the little bitty space men. Pinkie's Pizza Employee: You must have the wrong number, partner.
