American Graffiti

Curt: I don't think I'm gonna be going tomorrow. Steve: You chicken fink... After all we went through to get accepted? We're finally getting out of this turkey town and now you want to crawl back into your cell - right? You wanna end up like John? You just can't stay seventeen forever.

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Curt: Why is it every girl that comes around here is ugly? Or has a boyfriend? Where is the dazzling beauty I've been searching for all my life? John: I know what you mean. The pickin's are really gettin' slim. The whole strip is shrinking. Ah, you know, I remember about five years ago, take you a couple of hours and a tank full of gas just to make one circuit. It was really somethin'.

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Steve: I thought, maybe before I leave, we could agree that... that seeing other people while I'm away can't possibly hurt, you know. Laurie: You mean dating other people? Steve: I think it would strengthen our relationship. Then we'd know for sure that we're really in love. Not that there's any doubt.

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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 no

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John: Over there, that's Freddy Benson's Vette...he had a head-on collision with a drunk. Boom! Didn't have a chance. A good driver too. Oh, it's pretty grim when a guy gets it and it's not even his own fault....See that over there, that '41? That used to be, believe it or not, the fastest car in the valley. I never got a chance to race Earl though. He got his in 1955 in about the hairiest crash we ever had here. Jesus, you should have seen it. Eight kids killed and both drivers. Board of Education was real impressed see, so they come up, filmed the whole thing. Now they show it in Drivers' Education class. You'll probably see it if you get lucky. Course, it's really tough when they take somebody with them. Carol: You never had an accident though - you told me. John: Hey, well I come mighty close. Almost rolled it a couple of times. But, I'm been just quick enough to stay out of this graveyard. Carol: I bet you're the fastest. John: I've never been beaten - a lot of guys have tried. It

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Terry: Pardon me, sir, but I lost my I.D. in... in a flood and I'd like to get some Old Harper, hard stuff. Would you mind buying a bottle for me? Bum at Liquor Store: Why certainly! I lost my wife, too - her name wasn't Idy, though, and it wasn't in a flood - but I know what ya... Terry: Thanks, here's enough for a pint.

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