My Tutor

Sylvia:
[while getting it on in the backseat of a car, hears motorcycle coming] Aw, sh*t!

Bobby Chrystal:
What?

Sylvia:
It's my boyfriend.

Bobby Chrystal:
Your boyfriend?

Sylvia:
Ha-ha-ha. Well... actually... we're engaged to be married. He HATES when I do this, ha-ha-ha. Last guy he caught, he dragged behind his bike... in chains. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh, don't worry. It was only over dirt!

Billy:
You guys are ridiculous! I mean, I can't believe it! You don't even get laid in a whorehouse!

Terry Green:
What does Bobby want?

Mr. Chrystal:
He's too young to know what he wants.

Billy:
Sue Ann, would you care to dance with me?

Sue Ann:
[coldly] No, thank you.

Billy:
Then I suppose a blow job is just COMPLETELY out of the question.

Bobby Chrystal:
Why don't you pick on someone your own age?

Terry Green:
I'm sorry that I hit you.

Bobby Chrystal:
I wished you would have shot me.