American Graffiti

Falfa:
Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya!

Milner:
You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me!

Falfa:
Hey I've been lookin' all over for ya man. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin' for ya?

Milner:
Man, I can't keep track of all you punks runnin' 'round here backwards.

Falfa:
Hey you're s'posed to be the fastest thing in the Valley man, but that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car! I'm sorta' embarrassed to be this close to ya!

Milner:
Yeah, well I'm not surprised, drivin' a field car!

Falfa:
Field car? What's a field car?

Milner:
A field car runs through the fields, droppin' cow sh*t all over the place to make the lettuce grow.

Falfa:
Ha ha! That's pretty good! Say, I like the color of your car there. What's that s'posed to be? Sort of a cross between piss yella' and puke green ain't it?

Milner:
Well, you call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly. I bet you got to sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires!

Falfa:
Well at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by man.

Milner:
Oh ho, funny!

Carol:
Your car is uglier than I am. Oops, that didn't come out right.

Debbie Dunham:
Peel out, I just love it when guys peel out.

Debbie Dunham:
It only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose.

Mr. Kroot:
All right, Bolander, break that up. You know the rules. You and your girlfriend want to do that, go someplace else, huh?

Steve Bolander:
Hey, Kroot! Why don't you go kiss a duck?

Mr. Kroot:
What did you say?

Steve Bolander:
I said, go kiss a duck, marblehead.

Mr. Kroot:
OK, Bolander, you are suspended. Don't - don't even come in on Monday. You're out, you're out!

Steve Bolander:
Hey, hey, Kroot. I graduated last semester. Remember?

Peg:
Joe College strikes out.

Carol:
Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"?

John Milner:
What? No. N-O. Sheezus.

Carol:
What's your name, anyway?

John Milner:
My name? Mud, if anyone sees you.

Debbie Dunham:
Girls don't pay - guys pay!

Debbie Dunham:
I love it when guys peel out!

Ants:
Hey, man, who cut the cheese?

Joe:
He who smelt it, dealt it.

Joe:
OK, you got it? You're on your own. I'm going to wait over there.

Curt Henderson:
Now, wait a minute, Joe. What if he hears me?

Joe:
Shhh. Listen! Look at it this way. Now, you have three choices. One, you chicken out and in that case I let Ants tie you to the car and drag you around a bit. And you don't want that.

Curt Henderson:
No.

Joe:
Two, you foul up and Holstein hears you and, well, you don't want that.

Curt Henderson:
No, I don't.

Joe:
Three, you're successful and you join the Pharaohs with a car coat and a blood initiation.

Curt Henderson:
Wait a minute. What blood initiation?

Carol:
Oh, rats. I was hoping I might see some friends here.

John Milner:
Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime.

Carol:
Oh, wait, there's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me.

John Milner:
Oh, sh*t. Dee Dee!

Bob Falfa:
Hey, you know a guy around here with a piss yellow deuce coupe, supposed to be hot stuff?

Terry:
You mean John Milner?

Terry:
Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest -

Bob Falfa:
I ain't nobody, dork. Right?

Terry:
Right.

Bob Falfa:
Hey, you see this Milner, tell him I'm lookin' for him, huh? Tell him I aim to blow his ass right off the road.

Bob Falfa:
Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say?

Laurie Henderson:
Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.

Mr. Wolfe:
Hey, I thought you'd left already.

Curt Henderson:
No, not yet.

Mr. Wolfe:
Boy, do I remember when I went off. Got drunk as hell the night before. Just -

Curt Henderson:
Blotto.

Mr. Wolfe:
Blotto, exactly. Barfed on the train all next day.

Curt Henderson:
Cute, very cute. Where'd you go again?

Mr. Wolfe:
Middlebury, Vermont.

Curt Henderson:
On a scholarship?

Mr. Wolfe:
On a scholarship.

Curt Henderson:
Stayed only one semester?

Mr. Wolfe:
One semester. After all that, I came back here.

Curt Henderson:
Why did you come back?

Mr. Wolfe:
I don't know. I guess I just wasn't the competitive type.

Curt Henderson:
Somebody wants me. Somebody's who's out there, roaming the streets, wants ME... Would you turn the corner?

John Milner:
Hey, what's wrong with ya, Toad? Are you alright?

Terry:
Yeah, I'll die soon, then it'll all be over.

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.

Carol:
Oh no, not me. Not old Carol. The night's young and I'm not hittin' the rack till I get a little action.

Debbie Dunham:
Maybe it's the goat killer and he'll get somebody and we'll see the whole thing.

Terry:
I don't want to see the whole thing.

Debbie Dunham:
Is that tuck and roll?

Terry:
Yeah!

Debbie Dunham:
Bitchin! I just love the feel of tuck and roll upholstery.

Terry:
Yeah? Well, get in and I'll let you feel it... I mean, you know, you can touch it... uh... I'll let you feel the upholstery.

Terry:
Hey, what do you say Curt! Last night in town - you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave?

Steve Bolander:
The Moose have been looking for you all day.

Steve Bolander:
They got worried - thought you were trying to avoid them or something.

Terry:
What is it? What do ya got?

Curt Henderson:
Oh, great.

Terry:
That's $2000 man! $2000!

Steve Bolander:
Mr. Jennings gave it to me to give to you. He says he's sorry it's so late but it's the first scholarship the Moose Lodge has given out. And he, uh, says they're all very proud of you back at the lodge.

Curt Henderson:
Cute. Why don't you hold it for me for awhile?

Steve Bolander:
Hey, I don't want it. Take it - it's yours.

Terry:
I'll take it!

Curt Henderson:
I'm looking for this girl.

Wolfman:
Aren't we all.

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.

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'.

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 not a friend of mine. He's just horny. That's why I like you, you're different.

Terry:
I-I am? I mean, you really think I'm intelligent?

Debbie:
[She drapes her arm around his shoulder] Yeah. And I'll bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. [She kisses him] Yeah.

Terry:
Brew?

Debbie:
Yeah.

Terry:
Liquor? Yeah. Yeah right, liquor. This place is too crowded anyway.

Terry:
You know, I think you're really neat. [lunges at Debbie, kissing her]

Debbie:
Wait a second.

Terry:
I'm sorry. It's just...

[Debbie takes off her sweater, then grabs him and kisses him, pulling him onto her]

Laurie:
You know, it doesn't make sense to leave home to look for home, to give up a life to find a new life, to say goodbye to friends you love just to find new friends.

Steve:
Wait a minute. Could you say that again?

Laurie:
It's something Curt said.

Steve:
Oh, figures. You must've talked his ear off trying to get him to stay.

Laurie:
Oh no, Steven. That's not true at all. I didn't say anything. Curt just said at dinner tonight that he didn't see what the big hurry was. He thought that he ought to stick around and go to J.C. for a while, and try and figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

Steve:
That sounds logical.

Laurie:
Do you think so?

Steve:
Sure. I think Curt's probably right for Curt. Not for me, though. [She turns away] Laurie, look at me. Now you know what I want out of life. And it's just not in this town.

Laurie:
I'm not going with you to the airport tomorrow.

[they kiss, Steve pressing for more, but Laurie rebuffs him]

Steve:
It's our last night together for three months...I'm gonna miss you so much. I need something to remember you by. You don't want me to forget you, do ya?

Laurie:
If you're not gonna remember me for anything else, why don't you just go ahead?

Steve:
Oh come on, you want it and you know it. Don't be so damn self-righteous with me!

[Laurie kicks him out of her car]

Blonde:
[on the phone] Curt?

Curt:
Yes, yes, this is Curt. Who are you?

Blonde:
Who are you expecting?

Curt:
Do you drive a white T-bird?

Blonde:
A white '56. I saw you on Third Street...

Curt:
Who are you? Do you know me?

Blonde:
Of course.

Curt:
How do you know me?

Blonde:
It's not important.

Curt:
It's important. It's important to me. You're the most beautiful, exciting thing I've ever seen in my life and I don't know anything about you. Listen, listen, listen, uh, uhm, uh, could we meet someplace?

Blonde:
I cruise Third Street. Maybe I'll see you tonight.

Curt:
No, I don't think so.

Blonde:
Curt...

Curt:
Tell me your name, at least tell me your name.

Blonde:
Goodbye, Curt.

Curt:
Wait a minute. Wait a second. [She hangs up.]

Curt Henderson:
Quick! Hang a right...Cut over to G Street. I just saw a vision! I saw a goddess. Come on, you've got to catch up to her... This was the most perfect, dazzling creature I've ever seen... She spoke to me. She spoke to me right through the window. I think she said, 'I love you.' That means nothing to you people? You have no romance, no soul? She - someone wants me. Someone roaming the streets wants me! Will you turn the corner?

Curt Henderson:
It doesn’t make sense to leave home to look for home, to give up a life to find a new life, to say goodbye to friends you love just to make new friends.

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.

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 seems to me there's more guys lately than there's ever been.

Steve:
Why should I leave home to find a home? You know, why should I leave friends that I love to find new friends?

Curt:
Wait a minute, wait a minute...I've heard this already. Aren't you the one that told me for eight weeks that you have to leave the nest sometime?

Steve:
I realize that. I realize that.

Curt:
No, no realizing. You've been telling me all summer that it's time to stick your head out of the sand and take a look at the big, beautiful world out there somewhere..I feel like a mid-wife.

Steve:
I may have been wrong, Curt. I may have been wrong.

Curt:
Wrong nothing. You've been telling me for eight weeks. God-damn it...Just, you're just mentally playing with yourself. Just relax and we'll talk about it at the airport.