Lincoln:
You guys got a lot of laws, right? Well, let me tell you something. I only got one law. A kid who tells on another kid is a dead kid!
Lincoln:
That's a good rule, kid. It'll serve you well in prison one day.
Richie:
Damn straight!
Carl:
Man, what am I gonna do with firecrackers?
Richie:
Give 'em to Claude. Let him smoke 'em.
Doberman:
You boys got any special reason to be hiding behind there?
Richie:
Yea, we heard you were a horny man.
Carl:
I lost a contact lens back there.
Doberman:
Oh, really. Come here, let me see.
[
Checks Carl's eye]
Doberman:
You don't wear contacts.
Carl:
I lost both of 'em!
Sloan:
Seems to me like you all were in such a hopped-up hurry to get out of the city that you turned your kids into exactly what you were trying to get away from.
Abby:
Eat it, you stinkin' pig!
Principal:
Mr. White, you're late!
Richie:
I had to take a piss.
Principal:
WHAT did you say?
Richie:
I mean... I had to urinate.
Principal:
Sit *down*!
Doberman:
How long is this blade, White?
Richie:
Three inches. Almost as big as your dick.
Doberman:
Funny. You know if this was any longer, you'd do time?
Richie:
If it was any smaller, you wouldn't have found it!
Abby:
[
laughing]
Richie:
Shut up, SHUT UP
[
turns around]
Richie:
Jerk
Claude:
Check out Dirty Harry.
Abby:
You couldn't hit an elephant if it came up and kissed you.
Richie:
Watch this, Baby
Cory:
Ah, I Cant hear anything
Claude:
When the cops practice, they wear those ear things.
Tip:
Hey, I can't swim
Richie:
Grow Fins, Turkey
Mark:
Hey, I think you are all right, man. Anytime you want to come say hello, just leave a message with my secretary. All right?
Carl:
The first day I ever met him he said: "Hi, I'm Ritchie White. I'm on probation."
Carl:
You know, I think you're really beautiful. You are.
Cory:
No, I'm Not
Mark:
How you do, soldier?
Doberman:
Lincoln, the gun
Abby:
Hey, you think Doberman will get fired?
Outlaw:
Ah, hell, fire him. They'll give him a medal.
Mark:
Man, one stick of dynamite would do it.
Cole:
Fred, your son and some of his friends are a part of this problem.
Fred Willat:
My son and his friends are a part of this goddamn town!
Claude:
That stuff I took, it was supposed to be speed, but I think it was acid. Man, I'm flashing.
Doberman:
I don't get you, Carl. You live in a good place, your dad's got a good job with the Caddies. You're getting to be more of a punk every day, you know that? Lemme ask you somethin'. You got a drive and need to louse things up for yourself?
Carl:
I've got a drive, and need to be left alone, okay?
Sandra Willat:
You weren't too hard on him, were you?
Fred Willat:
[
sighs] I broke both his legs. Didn't you see him crawl up the stairs?
Cole:
[
Carl comes in bruised up] Freddy, Freddy, let Sandra handle it, that's what mothers are for!
Fred Willat:
But my son's all bloodied up, he's all beat the hell up!
Sandra Willat:
[
Reaches for Carl's bruised and bloody face] What happened?
Carl:
[
Jerks away] Don't touch it!
Sandra Willat:
Well, who did this to you?
Carl:
I don't know who did it! It was dark!
[
Runs up stairs]
Richie:
[
after stealing Richie's mother's car, and driving out of town] Bye Bye, "New Granola!"
Carl:
BY-IE!
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