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: Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch. Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk. You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful. Shut up bitch. Go fix me a turkey pot pie. No dad, what about you? Fuck you. No dad, what about you? Fuck you. Dad, what about you? Fuck you!
"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?"
-John Bender
Andrew: Speak for yourself.
Bender: Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't
even know your language.
John Bender: Screws just fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.
John Bender: 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?
Andrew Clark: If I lose my temper you're totalled,
man.
John Bender: Totally?
Andrew Clark: Totally.
John Bender: Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?
Brian Johnson: Chicks cannot hold their smoke, that's what it is.
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.