Alpha Dog

Johnny Truelove:
You ever have that dream, the one where you did something... you can't know why, but you can never go back?

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Jesus. First you give me mouth, now you're giving me f***ing tears. Do me a favor, Susan: have a period or something.

Frankie Ballenbacher:
(After breaking Jake's window with a rock) 97 miles an hour muthaf***er!

Frankie Ballenbacher:
I got it under control. I got it under control. Say it. Say you Frankie have it under control.

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Right! Now say I, Susan, am a whiny f***ing b*tch and you, Frankie have it under control.

Jake Mazursky:
I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN TO F***ING HELL WITH ME!

Sonny Truelove:
[First lines of film] You wanna know what this is all about? You can say its about drugs or guns or disaffected youth, or whatever you like. But this whole thing is about parenting. It's about taking care of your children. You take care of yours, I take care of mine.

Sonny Truelove:
A drug dealer? No. Did he sell a little weed? Yeah.

Sabrina:
So you're like ransom or something.

Julie:
That's f***ing hot.

Zack:
Yeah Its, like, another story to tell my grandchildren.

Frankie:
You want a cigarette?

Zack:
No, I don't smoke.

Frankie:
F*** that. It's good for you.

Susan:
This kid has been kidnapped!

Sabrina:
Dude, that's so f***ing cool.

Susan:
Dude, this shirt is f***ing cool. Bob Marley is cool. You guys think that kidnapping is cool?

Sabrina:
Yeah, Susan, it's f***ing exciting. I think its romantic he's doing it for his brother.

Frankie:
I got it under control. Say it: "You, Frankie, have got it under control." Say it.

Susan:
You, Frankie, have it under control.

Frankie:
Right. Now say: "I, Susan, am a whiny f***ing b*tch and you, Frankie, have it under control."

Susan:
I, Susan, am a whiny f***ing b*tch and you, Frankie, have it under control.

[Final lines of the film]

Cosmo:
I'm telling you, he's lost.

Sonny:
I think he's right. I mean, I ain't seen him. He ain't here. He must be lost. Now get the f*** out of my house.

Angela Holden:
So you're like... ransom.

Julie Beckley:
That's hot.

Zack Mazursky:
It's okay. Its like another story to tell my grandchildren

Julie Beckley:
Stolen boy.

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Where is that motherf***er?

Johnny Truelove:
Who the f*** knows? I don't know! He's probably laying low waiting to shoot me in the f***ing head! I mean, think about it, that's what I'd be doing.

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Stop already, alright? You know how I get with this anxiety sh*t!

Frankie Ballenbacher:
I got it under control. Say it, "You, Frankie, have got it under control." Say it!

Susan Hartunian:
You, Frankie, have it under control.

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Right now, say "I, Susan, am a whiny f***ing b*tch and you, Frankie, have it under control!"

Susan Hartunian:
I, Susan, am a whiny f***ing b*tch and you Frankie, have it under control!

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Worst comes to worst I tell everybody to go f*** themselves, put 50 bucks in the kid's pocket, and stick him on a bus!

Angela Holden:
[Sitting bored in bed] You wanna f***?

Johnny Truelove:
All right.

[They strip down and begin making out]

Angela Holden:
[pauses] Is something wrong?

Johnny Truelove:
No.

Angela Holden:
No? Your dick's not even hard!

Johnny Truelove:
It's getting there.

Angela Holden:
Getting there? It's like a piece of bubble gum!

Johnny Truelove:
Then do something about it, b*tch!

[She slaps his chest aggressively then disappears beneath the covers, Johnny is extremely distracted, she reappears soon]

Johnny Truelove:
Sorry.

Angela Holden:
Sorry? Yeah, you're a sorry little b*tch who can't even F***!

Johnny Truelove:
Hey! Excuse me for being a little distracted, alright? Give me a break, I've got a lot on my mind right now!

Angela Holden:
[derisively] Well, what do you wanna f***ing do? You wanna play cards? You wanna cuddle?

Johnny Truelove:
Can't we just...?

Angela Holden:
NO! F*** that sh*t, I wanna F***!

Johnny Truelove:
Suck my dick, all right?

Angela Holden:
I tried that already; it didn't work, did it? [She smirks]

Zack Mazursky:
I would NEVER rat you guys out.

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Hey, we know that, man.

Zack Mazursky:
Frankie, what's going on? Frank? Frankie? Dude. [pause] Oh, man!

Elvis Schmidt:
[Grabs Zack] All right, you ready? Let's do this!

Zack Mazursky:
OH MAN, PLEASE! I didn't do anything! [He starts crying]

Elvis Schmidt:
Move it! SHUT THE F*** UP!

Zack Mazursky:
I SWEAR TO GOD, PLEASE!

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Relax!

Zack Mazursky:
FRANKIE, PLEASE!

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Relax, buddy! Relax, okay? It's not what you think, okay?

Zack Mazursky:
YEAH IT IS, FRANKIE! Frankie, I thought we were boys!

Frankie Ballenbacher:
[Frankie starts crying] We ARE boys!

Zack Mazursky:
Frankie, there's nobody up there! Nobody is picking me up!

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Yes, there is, okay? Just stop freaking out!

Zack Mazursky:
Frankie, you promise?

Frankie Ballenbacher:
I promise, all right?

Zack Mazursky:
You swear?

Frankie Ballenbacher:
[Frankie continues to break down crying] Zack, everything's cool, on my life, okay, l swear to God! Come on. Okay, I swear to God, alright?

[Frankie takes Zack's arm and leads him up the hill]

Frankie Ballenbacher:
Let's just walk!

Zack Mazursky:
All right...

Frankie Ballenbacher:
We're just going to take a walk. Come on, man...