The Breakfast Club

[Vernon catches Bender playing basketball in the gym] Bender: Don't you want to hear my excuse? I'm thinkin' of tryin' out for a scholarship. Andrew: Speak for yourself. Bender: Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language. [To himself, crawling above some acoustic ceiling tiles.] Bender: Naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm, and a two-foot salami under the other. The bartender says, I guess you won't be needing a drink. Naked lady says-- [The ceiling gives way.] oh shit! Bender: You know how you said before, how your parents use you to get back at each other? Wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity? John Bender: Screws just fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place. [Claire is doing Allison's make-up.] Claire: You know, you look a lot better without all that black shit under your eyes. Allison: Hey, I like all that black shit... Why are you being so nice to me? Claire: Because you're letting me. Claire Standish: You know why guys like you knock everything? John Bender: Oh, this should be stunning. Claire Standish: It's because you're afraid. John Bender: Oh God, you richies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy into activities. Claire Standish: You're a big coward. Brian Johnson: I'm in the math club. Claire Standish: See, you're afraid that they won't take you, you don't belong, so you have to just dump all over it. John Bender: Well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it? Claire Standish: Well, you wouldn't know, you don't even know any of us. John Bender: Well, I don't know any lepers, but I'm not going to run out and join one of their fucking clubs. Andrew Clark: Hey! Let's watch the mouth, huh? Brian Johnson: I'm in the physics club too. John Bender: Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about? Brian Johnson: Well, what I had said was i'm in the math club, the latin and the physics club...physics club. John Bender: Hey, Cherry! Do you belong to the physics club? Claire Standish: That's an academic club. John Bender: So? Claire Standish: So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs. John Bender: Ah...but to dorks like him, they are. What do you guys do in your club? Brian Johnson: In physics we...uh...we talk about physics, properties of physics. John Bender: So it's sorta social, demented and sad, but social. Right? Allison Reynolds: Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke, your birthdate's March 12th, you're 5'9 and a half, you weigh 130 pounds and your social security number is 049380913. Andrew Clark: Wow! Are you psychic? Allison Reynolds: No. Brian Johnson: Well, would you mind telling me how you know all this about me? Allison Reynolds: I stole your wallet. Claire Standish: He's just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him. John Bender: Sweets. You couldn't ignore me if you tried. So... so. Are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot beef injection? Andrew Clark: If I lose my temper you're totalled, man. John Bender: Totally? Andrew Clark: Totally. Claire Standish: I hate it! I hate having to go along with everything my friends say! John Bender: Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe? John Bender: Don't you ever talk about my friends! You don't know any of my friends. You don't look at any of my friends. And you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends. So you just stick to the things you know: shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW, and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean. Claire Standish: Shut up! John Bender: And as far as being concerned about what's gonna happen when you and I walk down the hallways of school together, you can forget it cuz it's never gonna happen. Just bury your head in the sand and wait for your fucking prom. Allison: I don't have to runaway and live in the street. I can runaway and I can go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I could go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan. Brian Johnson: I'm a fucking idiot because I can't make a lamp? John Bender: No. You're a genius because you can't make a lamp. Allison Reynolds: I'll do anything sexual. I don't need a million dollars to do it either. Claire Standish: You're lying. Allison Reynolds: I already have. I've done just about everthing there is except a few things that are illegal. I'm a nymphomaniac. Claire Standish: Lie. Brian Johnson: Are your parents aware of this? Allison Reynolds: The only person I told was my shrink. Andrew Clark: And what did he do when you told him? Allison Reynolds: He nailed me. Claire Standish: Very nice. Allison Reynolds: I don't think that from a legal standpoint what he did can be construed as rape, since I paid him. Claire Standish: He's an adult. Allison Reynolds: Yeah, he's married too. Claire Standish: Do you have any idea how completely gross that is? Allison Reynolds: Well, the first few times... Claire Standish: The first few times? You mean you did it more than once? Allison Reynolds: Sure. Claire Standish: Are you crazy? Brian Johnson: Obviously she's crazy if she's screwing a shrink. Allison Reynolds: Have you ever done it? Claire Standish: I don't even have a psychiatrist. Allison Reynolds: Have you ever done it with a normal person? Claire Standish: Didn't we already cover this? John Bender: You never answered the question. Claire Standish: Look, I'm not going to discuss my private life with total strangers. Allison Reynolds: It's kind of a double edged sword isn't it? Claire Standish: A what? Allison Reynolds: Well, if you say you haven't, you're a prude. If you say you have you're a slut. It's a trap. You want to but you can't, and when you do you wish you didn't, right? Claire Standish: Wrong. Allison Reynolds: Or are you a tease? Andrew Clark: She's a tease. Claire Standish: I'm sure. Why don't you just forget it. Andrew Clark: Oh, you're a tease and you know it. All girls are teases. John Bender: She's only a tease if what she does gets you hot. Claire Standish: I don't do anything. Allison Reynolds: That's why you're a tease. Claire Standish: OK, let me ask you a few questions. Allison Reynolds: I already told you everything. Claire Standish: No. Doesn't it bother you to sleep around without being in love. I mean, don't you want any respect? Allison Reynolds: I don't screw to get respect. That's the difference between you and me. Claire Standish: It's not the only difference I hope. John Bender: Face it, you're a tease. Claire Standish: I'm NOT a tease. John Bender: Sure you are. Sex is your weapon. You said it yourself. You use it to get respect. Claire Standish: No, I never said that she twisted my words around. John Bender: What do you use it for then? Claire Standish: I don't use it period! John Bender: Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological? Claire Standish: I didn't mean it that way! You guys are putting words into my mouth. John Bender: Well, if you'd just answer the question. Brian Johnson: Why don't you just answer the question? Andrew Clark: Be honest. John Bender: No big deal. Brian Johnson: Yeah answer it. Andrew Clark: Answer the question, Claire. John Bender: Talk to us. Every one: C'mon, answer the question. Come on. Answer it! John Bender: C'mon, it's easy. It's only one question. Claire Standish: NO I NEVER DID IT! Allison Reynolds: I never did it either. I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm a compulsive liar. pJohn Bender: Being bad feels pretty good, huh? John: Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy! Brian Johnson: Chicks cannot hold their smoke, that's what it is. John: I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts. John Bender: Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers? Brian Johnson: Uh, no. Mr. Johnson. Andrew Clark: You don't have any goals. John Bender: Oh but I do. Andrew Clark: Yeah? John Bender: I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need, is a lobotomy and some tights. Brian Johnson: You wear tights? Andrew Clark: No I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform. Brian Johnson: Tights. Andrew Clark: Shut up. John Bender: Sporto. Andrew Clark: What? John Bender: You get along with your parents? Andrew Clark: Well, if I say yes I'm an idiot, right? John Bender: You're an idiot anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents, well, you're a liar too. Richard Vernon: Don't mess with the bull, young man. You'll get the horns. Richard Vernon: What if your home... what if your family... what if your *dope* was on fire? John Bender: Impossible, sir. It's in Johnson's underwear. John Bender: What's in there? Claire Standish: Guess? Where's your lunch? John Bender: You're wearing it. Claire Standish: You're nauseating. John Bender: [pointing to Claire's lunch] What's that? Claire Standish: Sushi. John Bender: Sushi?? Claire Standish: Rice, raw fish, and seaweed. John Bender: You won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth, and you're going to eat that? Claire Standish: Can I eat? John Bender: I don't know. Give it a try. John Bender: But face it. You're a neo maxi zoom dweebie, what would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen? Andrew: What do you need a fake I.D. for? Brian: So I can vote! Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon: We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you're crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club. John Bender: Excuse me, Dick. I mean, Rich, will milk be made available to us? Claire Standish: I have a really low tolerance for dehydration. Andrew Clark: I've seen her dehydrate, sir, it's pretty gross. Allison: When you grow up, your heart dies. Richard Vernon: You think about this: when you get old, these kids -- when *I* get old -- they're going to be running the country. Carl: Yeah. Richard Vernon: Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. That when I get older, these kids are going to take care of me. Carl: I wouldn't count on it. Claire Standish: What's your name? John Bender: What's yours? Claire Standish: Claire. John Bender: Claire?! Claire Standish: Claire. It's a family name. John Bender: Oh, it's a fat girl's name. Claire Standish: Oh, thank you. John Bender: You're welcome. Claire Standish: I'm not fat. John Bender: Well not at present, but I can see you really pushing maximum density. 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 became fat... so when you look at 'em you can sorta see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh... [John Bender is absently tearing up books] Andrew Clark: That's real intelligent. John Bender: You're right. It's wrong to destroy literature. It's such fun to read. And [examines title] Moe-Lay really pumps my nads. Claire Standish: Moliere. [Depicting a typical scene with his parents.] John Bender: [as his father] "Stupid, worthless, no-good goddamn freeloading son of a bitch retarded big-mouthed know-it-all asshole jerk." [as his mother] "You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful." [as his father] "Shut up, bitch! Go fix me turkey pot pie!" Richard Vernon: What was that ruckus? Andrew Clark: Uh, what ruckus? Richard Vernon: I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus. Brian Johnson: Could you describe the ruckus, sir? Andrew: Yo wastoid, you're not gonna blaze up in here! ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~