The Wild One

Police officer: [about the Black Rebels Motorcycle Club] Where'd that bunch from? Street cleaner: I don't know. I don't even think they know where they're goin'. Termites, nutty. 10 guys like that give people the idea that everybody who drives a motorcycle is crazy. What are they tryin' to prove anyway? Police officer: Beats me. Lookin' for somebody to push 'em around, so they can get sore and show how tough they are. Street cleaner: Yeah. Police officer: They usually find it someplace, sooner or later.

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Johnny: Say, you live here all the time? Kathie: All my life. Johnny: We've been over to Carbonville at the meet. Kathie: A bunch of motorcycles came through this way yesterday. They didn't stop. [She sees his trophy.] Is that what they give you in those races for killin' yourself? Johnny: That's right. Want it? Kathie: No. Johnny: Well, go on, take it. Go ahead. Kathie: No. Johnny: Go on. Kathie: You can't do that. You - You won it. You have to get your name engraved on it, or whatever you do. It's important to you. You don't - you don't give something like that away just like that, not unless you knew a girl real well and, well, and you liked her. B. R. M. C. member: Hey, Johnny. Johnny: Yo! B. R. M. C. member: About this town. They got a doc here. Other B. R. M. C. member: They're gonna rewire Crazy. Hey, what are we gonna do, sit around and scratch our self? B. R. M. C. member: Yeah, we gonna wait for Crazy, or we gonna get outta this dump? Johnny: We gonna wait for Crazy.

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B. R. M. C. member: What do you hicks do around here for kicks? Jimmy: The roses grow. People get married. Crazy as anyplace else. B. R. M. C. member: What about TV? Do ya like TV? Jimmy: Oh, pictures! No, no pictures. Everything these days is pictures. Pictures and a lot of noise. Nobody even knows how to talk. Just grunt at each other.

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Kathie: Where are you going when you leave here? Don't you know? Johnny: [scoffing] Oh man, we just gonna go. Kathie: Just trying to make conversation. It means nothing to me. Johnny: Well, on the weekends, we go out and have a ball. Kathie: And what do you do? I mean, do you just ride around? Or do you go on some sort of a picnic or something? Johnny: A picnic? Man, you are too square. I'll have to straighten you out. Now, listen, you don't go any one special place. That's cornball style. You just go. [He snaps his fingers.] A bunch gets together after all week it builds up, you just...the idea is to have a ball. Now if you gonna stay cool, you got to wail. You got to put somethin' down. You got to make some jive. Don't you know what I'm talkin' about?

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Mildred: Hey, Johnny, what are you rebelling against? Johnny: What've you got?

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Kathie: [about her father] He was afraid of making a mistake. He was afraid of losing his job. He's the town joke and I'm stuck with him. He doesn't got any business being a cop. No more than you have with that [fake trophy]. He's a fake - like you. Well, you've impressed everybody now, big motorcycle racer. Why don't you take that back so they can give it to somebody who really won it? Johnny: [irritated] Say what? Who are you? Some girl who makes sandwiches or somethin'? Your father wears that hat that says he's a big important man and you start telling me what to do. Nobody tells me what to do. You keep needlin' me, and if I want to, I'm gonna take this joint apart. And you're not gonna know what hit ya.

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