I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?
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I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?
The Writer: It happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of your life, like busboys in a restaurant.
Gordie: Suck my fat one, you cheap dime store hood.
The Writer: Although I hadn't seen him in more than ten years, I know I'll miss him forever.
The Writer: The kid wasn't sick. The kid wasn't sleeping. The kid was dead.
You let him beat you, you cock-knocker! Eyeball: Ha ha ha!
The Writer: The train had knocked Ray Brower out of his Keds the same way it had knocked the life out of his body.
Vern: You guys wanna go see a dead body?
Chris: You wanna be the Lone Ranger, or the Cisco Kid?
Mayor Grundy: Don't pay any attention to those fools, Lardass - er, I mean Davy.
Vern: Have Gun Will Travel reads the card of a man. A knight without armor in a savage land... .
The Writer: It happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of your life, like busboys in a restaurant.
Gordie: Suck my fat one, you cheap dime store hood.
The Writer: Although I hadn't seen him in more than ten years, I know I'll miss him forever.
Chris: Skin it.
Teddy: Jesus H. bald-headed Christ!
The Writer: The kid wasn't sick. The kid wasn't sleeping. The kid was dead.
The Writer: I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?
The Writer: It happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of your life, like busboys in a restaurant.
The Writer: Although I hadn't seen him in more than ten years, I know I'll miss him forever.
Gordie: Do you think I'm weird? Chris: Definitely. Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird.
Teddy: This is my age! I'm in the prime of my youth, and I'll only be young once! Chris: Yeah, but you're gonna be stupid for the rest of your life.
Gordie: Alright, alright, Mickey's a mouse, Donald's a duck, Pluto's a dog. What's Goofy? Vern: If I could only have one food for the rest of my life? That's easy-Pez. Cherry-flavored Pez. No question about it. Teddy: Goofy's a dog. He's definitely a dog. Gordie: I knew the $64,000 question was fixed. There's no way anybody could know that much about opera! Chris: He can't be a dog. He drives a car and wears a hat. Gordie: Wagon Train's a really cool show, but did you notice they never get anywhere? They just keep wagon training. Vern: Oh, God. That's weird. What the hell is Goofy?
Milo: Chopper! Sic'em, boy! The Writer: Now he said, "Sic'em, boy!" But what I heard was, "Chopper! Sic balls!" Gordie: That's Chopper? Teddy: 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: 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: 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: You call my dad a loony again, I'll kill you. Milo: Loony, loony, loony! Teddy: I'm gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck!
Chris: You four-eyed pile of shit! Teddy: A pile of shit has a thousand eyes.
Vern: Do you think Mighty Mouse could beat up Superman? Teddy: What are you, cracked? Vern: Why not? I saw the other day. He was carrying five elephants in one hand! Teddy: Boy, you don't know nothing! Mighty Mouse is a cartoon. Superman's a real guy. There's no way a cartoon could beat up a real guy. Vern: Yeah, maybe you're right. It'd be a good fight, though.
Chris: You're gonna be a great writer someday, Gordie. You might even write about us guys if you ever get hard-up for material. Gordie: Guess I'd have to be pretty hard-up, huh?
Vern: What am I supposed to do, think of everything? I brought the comb! Teddy: Oh, great! You brought the comb! What did you bring a comb for? You don't even have any hair!
Teddy: I'm sorry if I'm spoiling everybody's good time. Chris: It's okay, man. Gordie: I'm not sure it should be a good time. Chris: You saying you wanna go back? Gordie: No. We're going to see a dead kid... maybe it shouldn't be a party.
Chris: How do you know if a Frenchman has been in your backyard? Teddy: Hey, I'm French, okay? Chris: Your garbage cans are empty and your dog's pregnant. Teddy: Didn't I just say I was French?
Gordie: ...the main guy of the story is a fat kid that nobody likes named Davie Hogan. Vern: Like Charlie Hogan's brother. If he had one. Chris: Good Vern. Go on, Gordie. Gordie: Well this kid is our age but he's fat. Real fat. He weighs close to one-eighty. But you know, it's not his fault. It's his glands. Vern: Oh yeah, my cousin's like that, sincerely. She weighs over three hundred pounds! Supposed to be Hyboid Gland or something. Well, I don't know about any Hyboid Glands, but what a blimp! No shit. She looks like a Thanksgiving turkey. And you know this one time... Chris: Shut up, Vern. Vern: Yeah, yeah, right. Go on, Gordie, it's a swell story.
Vern: Geez, Gordie. Why couldn't you have gotten breakfast stuff? Like Twinkies and Pez and Root Beer? Gordie: Sorry, Vern. I guess a more experienced shopper could have gotten more for your seven cents.
Vern: There's one thing I didn't understand. Did Lardass have to pay to get in the contest? Gordie: No, Vern. They just let him in.
Gordie: But you didn't miss him. Chris Chambers never misses, does he? Chris: Not even when the ladies leave the seat down.
The Writer: As time went on, we saw less and less of Teddy and Vern until, eventually, they became just two more faces in the halls. Happens sometimes, friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant. I heard that Vern got married out of high school, had four kids, and is now the forklift operator at the Arseno Lumberyard. Teddy tried several times to get into the Army, but his eyes and his ear kept him out. Last I heard, he had spent some time in jail and was now doing odd jobs around Castle Rock. Chris: I'm never gonna get out of this town, am I, Gordie? Gordie: You can do anything you want, man. Chris: Yeah. Sure. Chris: Give me some skin. Gordie: I'll see ya. Chris: Not if I see you first. The Writer: Chris did get out. He enrolled in the college courses with me and, although, it was hard, he gutted it out like he always did. He went on to college and, eventually, became a lawyer. Last week, he entered a fast food restaurant. Just ahead of him, two men got into an argument. One of them pulled a knife. Chris, who had always made the best peace, tried to break it up. He was stabbed in the throat. He died almost instantly. The Writer: Although I hadn't seen him in more than ten years, I know I'll miss him forever. Gordon's Son: Dad, can we go now? The Writer: You ready? Gordon's Son: Yeah, we've been ready for an hour. The Writer: Okay, I'll be right there. His Friend: He said that a half hour ago. Gordon's Son: Yeah, my dad's weird. He gets like that when he's writing. The Writer: I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anyone?
Teddy: You lose Gordie! Teddy: Gordie loses! Oh, Gordie just screwed the pooch! Gordie: Does the word "retarded" mean anything to you? Teddy: Gordie, go get the food, you morphodite. Gordie: Don't call me any of your mother's pet names. Teddy: What a wet end you are, Lachance! Gordie: Shut up. Teddy, Vern, Chris: I don't shut up. I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. Teddy, Vern, Chris: Aghhh! Gordie: And then, your mother goes around the corner and she licks it up! Teddy, Vern, Chris: Oh! The Writer: Finding new and preferably ways to degrade a friend's mother, was always held in high regard.
Mr. Lachance: Why can't you have friends like Denny's? Gordie: Dad, they're okay. Mr. Lachance: Sure they are. A thief and two feebs? Gordie: Chris isn't a thief. Mr. Lachance: He stole the milk money at school. He's a thief in my book.
Vern: Come on you guys. Let's get moving. Teddy: Yeah, by the time we get there, the kid won't even be dead anymore.
Chris: You ready for school? Gordie: No. Chris: Junior High. You know what that means. Next year we'll all be split up. Gordie: What are you talking about? Why would that happen? Chris: 'Cause it's not gonna be like grammar school, that's why. You'll be taking your college courses, and me, Teddy, and Vern will all be in the shop courses with the rest of the retards, making ash trays and bird houses. You're gonna meet a lot of new guys. Smart guys. Gordie: A lot of pussies is what you mean. Chris: No, man. Don't say that. Don't even think that.
