Say Anything...

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-I don 't feel anything.

-It's graduation.

Mr. Carroll ridicules me all year.

Then he writes in my yearbook:

"You're a live wire.

Love, Mr. Carroll. "

He wants to go on good terms.

When he uses "Iove,"

I look for a new word.

Lloyd, she's being difficult.

-I'm taking out Diane Court.

-Not likely.

-Is the movies a good second date?

-You never had a first.

I sat across from her in a mall.

We ate.

-Sharing an important physical event.

-That's not even a scam.

-A scam?

-Going out as friends.

-No, scam is lusting.

-Then what's a date?

A date is prearrangement

with a possibility for love.

Then what's love?

I'm gonna call her.

She doesn't date guys like you.

She's a brain.

With the body of a game-show hostess.

She doesn't know she's pretty.

-That's what's cool about her.

-Brains stay with brains.

If a bomb goes off,

their genes form the same cliques.

-I wouldn't get my hopes up.

-I'm sorry.

You're a really nice guy.

We don't wanna see you get hurt.

I wanna get hurt!

"It's almost over. We've gone

to school together for three years. "

-I might cut that part.

-Why? That's fine. It's nice.

"Having taken courses at the

university, I've glimpsed our future.

And all I can say is:

'Go back.' "

"Go back"? What a great line.

-You like it?

-Yeah.

-I didn't think anyone would get it.

-No, it's wonderful. It's--

No, don't worry about it.

You're very funny.

-"Go back. " That's great.

-No more. I'm gonna save it.

I love you guys!

Thanks, pal.

Party at Vahlere's.

Gonna be eight kegs. Be there.

Thank you, Joe.

Thank you.

And now it's time.

I just can't introduce this person

without saying, "History. . .

. . .oceanography, creative writing. . .

. . .biochemistry. " I think

you know who I'm talking about.

We'll remember this student who said:

"Hey, world. Check me out! "

Giving a speech entitled

"Soaring Ahead" . . .

. . .Miss Diane Court.

Thank you.

The real world.

Look at those eyes.

We're all about to enter

the real world.

That's what everybody says.

But most of us have been

in the real world a long time.

But I've something to tell everybody.

I've glimpsed our future

and all I can say is:

"Go back. "

Well. . .

. . .it's almost over.

We've gone to school together

for three years. . .

. . .and we've been through a lot.

But with that training net

of high school gone. . .

. . .what's gonna happen to us?

We all know what the answers are.

We wanna be happy, go to college,

work hard, maybe raise a family.

But what if that doesn't happen?

I have to be honest, though.

I have all the hope

and ambition in the world.

But when I think about the future. . .

. . .the truth is. . .

. . .I am. . .

. . .really. . .

. . .scared.

All right. Get up on it.

Yay! All right.

-See you at home.

-Okay.

Do yourself and everyone

who loves you a favor.

-Don't talk to Joe.

-Mom. . . .

Stop, okay?

-Bye.

-See you later, Mrs. Flood.

-Look at those eyes.

-Give it up.

Take a picture of me with her.

-That's just embarrassing.

-Please?

-All right, okay.

-Do it.

-Wait till I get around to her.

-All right, man. I got it.

Your graduation present

is parked right over there.

Are you kidding? That?!

-Lloyd?

-Hey, sis!

I'm sorry. I had a new crown,

three root canals. . .

. . .and Jason has a sore throat.

Your graduation and no one was there.

I called Mom and Dad,

and it's like they were there.

-I hope you understand.

-Hey. Bad throat, huh, J-man?

He's not at full "Yeah! " strength.

Poor little man.

Why do you eat that stuff?

There's no food in your food.

-Too loud. The red line has a purpose.

-How do you know how to draw it?

It's loud enough,

and the neighbors don't complain.

Good thing there's not

a red line on you. Yeah!

-Yeah!

-He's back!

My brother, can I borrow

your Hey, Soul Classics?

My brother, you gotta go buy your own.

-Hook it off the jab.

-Can't you be an uncle, not a playmate?

-Jesus Christ.

-What?

Get in a good mood. How hard is it

to decide to be in a good mood. . .

-. . .and then be in a good mood?

-Gee, it's easy.

I'm sorry Mom and Dad

made you take me in.

If it's a big deal, I'll go.

But you used to be fun.

You were warped, twisted

and hilarious.

I mean it as a compliment.

I mean, I'm sorry. . .

. . .that T-l-M left you.

But I am not T-l-M.

I was hilarious once, wasn't l?

I still am.

-You gotta teach me stick shift.

-Promise.

Come here a minute.

I want to show you something.

What are you doing?

Since I'm both your father

and your friend. . .

-. . .I had to get you two presents.

-God, this is ridiculous.

Here's the only thing

your mom gave me that I kept.

Now it's yours.

Go ahead. Open it now.

I don't need all these presents.

I don't know any kid who got a car.

Oh, God.

It's beautiful.

They really applauded

for you today, honey.

Looking at all the people,

I felt like they didn't know me.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken

all those courses off school. . .

. . .because everybody thinks l--

-Forget it.

-Wait a minute.

-Everybody thinks you're what?

-Everybody thinks I'm a priss.

Diane, in a million years,

you could never be a priss.

It's all working out for you, honey.

Do you see?

It's working out just like we planned.

All the summer schools,

the vacations you gave up--

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Sorry.

-I love you, Dad.

-I love you too, honey.

Come on, come on, come on.

Diane Court!

Suck it.

Come on. Get the bag.

An exciting kick.

My brother. Let's go.

You're headed for daycare, buddy.

-Be tough, J-man.

-He's a mess!

I'll be in my office.

I just washed this shirt, didn't l?

Please, not in my ear. Not in my ear.

-Jim Court.

-Hello. May I please speak with Diane?

-Sorry, Diane isn't in at the moment.

-Oh, okay.

-This the guy with the Mustang?

-No.

-Guy with the Datsun?

-No.

-The truck?

-No, not really.

You don't know me.

I'm a friend of Diane's.

I sat with her yesterday at a mall.

I drive a blue Chevy Malibu.

I'm pretty bad at this,

but what I want to do is, can l--?

Give me your number.

That's usually how it works.

Okay. Lloyd Dobler. 555-1 342.

It's 555-1 342.

-555- 1342.

-Okay, I'll get her the message.

-She's pretty great, isn't she?

-What?

-She's really pretty great, isn't she?

-She is. Good luck, kid.

Good afternoon. Okay, bye.

Jim Court.

No, this is her father. Can I take--?

What?

No, I didn't get the letter.

Yes, right away.

Yeah, thank you. Goodbye.

Oh, Mr. Taylor.

You're a vision in green.

I'll mail this for you. You can trust

a man who writes a letter daily.

-Diane here? I gotta talk to her.

-She's upstairs.

I gotta tell you this carefully.

Would you mind?

-Just a few minutes.

-Yes, sir.

Great. It won't be long. Thanks.

What?

-I had a phone call.

-Tell me.

-Is it bad news?

-Just listen.

You won the Reed Fellowship.

Are you kidding?

You're not kidding?

You'll study at

the finest institute in England.

The toughest fellowship

in the country.

You're gonna take a big step.

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