The Breakfast Club1985

Brian:
Um, I was just thinking, I mean. I know it's kind of a weird time, but I was just wondering, um, what is gonna happen to us on Monday? When we're all together again? I mean I consider you guys my friends, I'm not wrong, am I?

Andrew:
No.

Brian:
So, so on Monday...what happens?

Claire:
Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is?

Brian:
Yeah.

Claire:
Do you want the truth?

Brian:
Yeah, I want the truth.

Claire:
I don't think so.

Allison:
Well, do you mean all of us or just John?

Claire:
With all of you.

Andrew:
That's a real nice attitude, Claire!

Claire:
Oh, be honest, Andy...if Brian came walking up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? I mean picture this, you're there with all the sports. I know exactly what you'd do, you'd say hi to him and when he left you'd cut him all up so your friends wouldn't think you really liked him!

Andrew:
No way!

Allison:
'Kay, what if I came up to you?

Claire:
Same exact thing!

John:
YOU ARE A B*TCH.

Claire:
Why? 'Cause I'm telling the truth, that makes me a b*tch?

John:
NO. 'Cause you know how shitty that is to do someone, and you don't got the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them you're gonna like who you wanna like.

Claire:
Okay, what about you, you hypocrite! Why don't you take Allison to one of your heavy metal vomit parties? Or take Brian out to the parking lot at lunch to get high? What about Andy? Dor that matter, what about me? What would your friends say if we were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off and you'd probably tell them you were doing it with me so they'd forgive you for being seen with me.

John:
Don't you ever talk about my friends. You don't know any of my friends. You don't look at any of my friends. And you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends. So you just stick to the things you know: shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW, and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean.

Claire:
SHUT UP!

John:
And as far as being concerned about what's gonna happen when you and I walk down the hallways of school together, you can forget it cuz it's never gonna happen. Just bury your head in the sand and wait for your f***in' prom.

Claire:
[Crying] I hate you!

John:
Yeah? Good!