The Breakfast Club Page #17

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!

BENDER:

(furious and screaming at Claire)

You are a b*tch!

CLAIRE:

Why? 'Cause I'm telling the truth,

that makes me a b*tch?

BENDER:

No! 'Cause you know how shitty that

is to do to someone! And you don't

got the balls to stand up to your

friends and tell 'em that 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

for 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.

BENDER:

(furious once again)

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

Carribean!

CLAIRE:

(furious and sobbing)

Shut up!

BENDER:

And as far as being concerned about

what's gonna happen when you and I

walk down the hallways at school,

you can forget it! 'Cause it's never

gonna happen! Just bury your head

in the sand...and wait for your

f***in' prom!

CLAIRE:

I hate you!

BENDER:

Yeah? Good!

There is silence until Brian speaks.

BRIAN:

Then I assume Allison and I are

better people than you guys, huh?

Us weirdos...

(to Allison)

Do you, would you do that to me?

ALLISON:

I don't have any friends...

BRIAN:

Well if you did?

ALLISON:

No...I don't think the kind of

friends I'd have would mind...

BRIAN:

I just wanna tell, each of you,

that I wouldn't do that...I wouldn't

and I will not! 'Cause I think that's

real shitty...

CLAIRE:

Your friends wouldn't mind because

they look up to us...

Brian laughs at her.

BRIAN:

You're so conceited, Claire. You're

so conceited. You're so, like, full

of yourself, why are you like that?

CLAIRE:

(crying again)

I'm not saying that to be conceited!

I hate it! I hate having to go

along with everything my friends say!

BRIAN:

Well then why do you do it?

CLAIRE:

I don't know, I don't...you don't

understand..you don't. You're not

friends with the same kind of people

that Andy and I are friends with!

You know, you just don't understand

the pressure that they can put on

you!

Brian is shocked.

BRIAN:

I don't understand what? You think

I don't understand pressure, Claire?

Well f*** you! F*** you!

Brian hides his head in his arm because he is crying.

BRIAN:

Know why I'm here today? Do you?

I'm here because Mr. Ryan found a

gun in the locker...

ANDREW:

Why'd you have a gun in your locker?

BRIAN:

I tried. You pull the f***in' trunk

on it and the light's s'posed to go

on...and it didn't go on, I mean,

I...

ANDREW:

What's the gun for Brian?

BRIAN:

Just forget it...

ANDREW:

You brought it up, man!

BRIAN:

I can't have an F, I can't have it

and I know my parents can't have it!

Even if I aced the rest of the

semester, I'm still only a B. And

everything's ruined for me!

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