The Breakfast Club1985

Claire:
What's your name?

John:
What's yours?

Claire:
Claire.

John:
Claire?

Claire:
Claire. It's a family name.

John:
No, it's a fat girl's name.

Claire:
[sarcastically] Oh, thank you.

John:
You're welcome.

Claire:
I'm not fat.

John:
Well, not at present, but I could see you really pushing maximum density. You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat, and there's fat people that were once thin, but they became fat, so when you look at them you can sort of see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh... [imitates vomiting, and Claire gives him the "F*** you!" middle finger] Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl.

Claire:
I'm not that pristine.

John:
Are you a virgin? I'll bet you a million dollars that you are. Let's end the suspense. Is it gonna be a...white weddin'?

Claire:
Why don't you just shut up?

John:
Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth? Have you ever been felt up...over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off, hoping to God your parents don't walk in?

Claire:
Do you want me to puke?

John:
Over the panties...no bra...blouse unbuttoned, Calvin's in a ball on the front seat past 11:00 on a school night?

Andrew:
Leave her alone. [walks to Bender] I said, "Leave her alone".

John:
You gonna make me?

Andrew:
Yeah.

John:
[stands in front of Andrew] You and how many of your friends?

Andrew:
Just me. Just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready, pal.

John:
[gets pinned to the floor] I don't want to get into this with you, man.

Andrew:
[gets off of John] Why not?

John:
[stands up] Because I'd kill you. It's real simple: I'd kill you, and your f***ing parents would sue me, and it'd be a big mess, and I don't care enough about you to bother.

Andrew:
Chickenshit. [John pulls out his switchblade, and slams it on Allison's table.] Let's end this right now. You don't talk to her, [Allison takes John's switchblade] you don't look at her, and you don't even think about her! You understand me?

John:
I'm trying to help her.