Class of 1984

Peter Stegman:
Life... is pain. Pain... is everything. You... you will learn!

Terry Corrigan:
I'll bet I know who you are. You're Mr. Goldstein's replacement. Terry Corrigan, biology.

Andrew Norris:
Andy Norris, music. What's the gun for?

Terry Corrigan:
Where have you been teaching lately?

Andrew Norris:
Lately? Nowhere.

Terry Corrigan:
It figures.

Deneen:
You jerks don't belong here.

Peter Stegman:
Shut your hole, you little dyke!

Peter Stegman:
Face the music... teacher teacher.

Andrew Norris:
Wait a minute, you're in this class. Sit down.

Peter Stegman:
[gives him the finger] Sit on this, motherf***er.

Andrew Norris:
What's the matter with you?

Peter Stegman:
What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me? What's the matter with matter?

Peter Stegman:
I've had it with you, Leroy. I mean, uh, enough is enough.

Leroy:
Hey, man, listen... I didn't do nothin' man.

Peter Stegman:
What the f***... you think I was born yesterday?

Leroy:
Hey, man... what's goin' on here?

Peter Stegman:
[brutally beating him] We're the only n*ggers that sell sh*t in this school.

Joo Joo:
I'ma gonna kill yo', sucka! No one messes around wit' my man, Leroy. I'm gonna cut you, white-meat.

Peter Stegman:
Cut this! [a gang battle ensues]

Peter Stegman:
[after playing a piano concerto] Do I get the gig, teacher?

Andrew Norris:
Where'd you learn how to play that?

Peter Stegman:
Do I get the f***in' gig?

Andrew Norris:
No. Maybe I'll give you a shot when you grow up, now get out.

Peter Stegman:
Stegman doesn't play in anybody's a**hole band, anyway.

Peter Stegman:
When it comes to killin', teacher teacher's just got too much to lose... otherwise, you coulda done me right. Like this! [busts his head open against a mirror]

Peter Stegman:
I am the future!

Andrew Norris:
You hurt her, I'll kill you! I swear to God I'll kill you!

[Patsy taunts Andy]

Patsy:
Come and get it, teacher teacher! [kiss kiss kiss; chuckles]