American Graffiti1973

Vic:
Hey Deb, how's my soft baby?

Debbie:
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:
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:
Tiger happens to be very intelligent. Unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking [she looks down at his crotch]...it shows.

Terry:
Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have to -

Vic:
Look, creep, you want a knuckle sandwich?

Terry:
Ah, no thanks, I'm waitin' for a double Chubby Chuck...

Vic:
Then keep your smart ass mouth shut. Hey, I'll call ya some time, Deb, some night when I'm hard up.

Debbie:
I won't be home. [He gives her the finger. She lights a match and flicks it at him as he leaves]

Terry:
You seem to know a lot of weird guys.

Debbie:
That creep's not a friend of mine. He's just horny. That's why I like you, you're different.

Terry:
I-I am? I mean, you really think I'm intelligent?

Debbie:
[She drapes her arm around his shoulder] Yeah. And I'll bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. [She kisses him] Yeah.

Terry:
Brew?

Debbie:
Yeah.

Terry:
Liquor? Yeah. Yeah right, liquor. This place is too crowded anyway.