The Breakfast Club

Vernon: Well, well, here we are. I wanna congratulate you for being on time. Claire: [raises her hand; nervously] Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but, um...I don't think I belong in here. Vernon: [checks his watch] It is now 7:06. You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways. [John spits and catches saliva, and Claire gasps in disgust] [points at Claire] And you may not talk. [to Brian] You will not move from these seats. And you... [points at John, then snatches the chair from under his feet] ...will not sleep. All right, people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay... of no less than a thousand words...describing to me who you think you are. John: This a test? Vernon: And when I say "essay", I mean "essay". I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender? John: Crystal. Vernon: Good. Maybe you'll learn a little

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Andrew: Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So knock it off! John: It's a free country. Claire: [to Andrew] He's just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him. John: Sweets. [Claire turns around to John] You couldn't ignore me if you tried. [she turns back, annoyed] 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? Claire: GO TO HELL!!! Andrew: ENOUGH!!! Vernon: [from his office] Hey! What's going on in there? [no response] Spoiled little pricks. [gets back to reading.] Andrew: Scumbag.

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John: What do you say we close that door? We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds. Brian: Well, you know the door's supposed to stay open. John: So what? Andrew: So why don't you just shut up? There's four other people in here, you know. John: God, you can count. See, I knew you had to be smart to be a...a wrestler. Andrew: Who the hell are you to judge anybody, anyway? Claire: Really. Andrew: You know, Bender, you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school. John: Well, I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team. [Claire and Andrew chuckle] Maybe the prep club, too. Student council. Andrew: Nah. They wouldn't take you. John: I'm hurt. Claire: You know why guys like you knock everything? Claire: It's 'cause you're afraid. John: Oh, God. You richies are so smart; that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities. Claire: You're a big coward. Brian: I'm in th

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Andrew: Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads. John: Oh and wouldn't that be a bite, huh? Missing a whole wrestling meet! Andrew: Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life! John: Oh, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys. Andrew: Ahhh, you'd never make it. You don't have any goals. John: Oh, but I do! Andrew: Yeah? John: I wanna be just...like...you. I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights! Brian: You wear tights? Andrew: No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform. Brian: Tights. Andrew: Shut up!

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Vernon: I expected a little more from a varsity letterman. You're not fooling anybody, Bender. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you. John: [under his breath] Eat my shorts. Vernon: What was that? John: Eat...my...shorts. Vernon: You just bought yourself another Saturday, Mister. John: I'm "crushed". Vernon: You just bought one more, right there. John: Well, I'm free the Saturday after that. Beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar. Vernon: Good! Because it's gonna be filled. We'll keep goin'. You want another one? Say the word, just say the word. Instead of goin' to prison, you'll come here. Are you through? John: No. Vernon: I'm doin' society a favor. John: So? Vernon: That's another one right now. I've got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step! You want another one?! John: Yes. Vernon: You got it! You got another one right there! That's another one, pal! Claire: Cut it out! [mouths] Stop! Vernon: You through? John: Not even close, bu

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Claire: What's your name? John: What's yours? Claire: Claire. John: Claire? Claire: Claire. It's a family name. John: No, it's a fat girl's name. Claire: [sarcastically] Oh, thank you. John: You're welcome. Claire: I'm not fat. John: Well, not at present, but I could see you really pushing maximum density. You 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 they became fat, so when you look at them you can sort of see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh... [imitates vomiting, and Claire gives him the "Fuck you!" middle finger] Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl. Claire: I'm not that pristine. John: Are you a virgin? I'll bet you a million dollars that you are. Let's end the suspense. Is it gonna be a...white weddin'? Claire: Why don't you just shut up? John: Have you ever ki

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