The Breakfast Club Page #5
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- Year:
- 1985
- 97 min
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Vernon goes over to the door. He tries to hold it open
by putting a folding chair in front of it.
BENDER:
The door's way too heavy, sir.
The door slams shut despite the chair.
VERNON (OS)
God damnit!
They laugh.
Vernon opens the door again. He comes back in.
VERNON:
(pointing)
Andrew Clark...get up here. Come on,
front and center, let's go.
Andrew gets up and walks over to Vernon.
BENDER:
Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up?
If he gets up, we'll all get up,
it'll be anarchy!
Vernon and Andrew are now attempting to move the steel
magazine rack in front of the door.
VERNON:
Okay, now, watch the magazines!
BENDER:
It's out of my hands...
They get it into the doorway and it blocks the entire
door.
BENDER:
That's very clever sir, but what if
there's a fire? I think violating
fire codes and endangering the
lives of children would be unwise
at this juncture in your career, sir.
Vernon thinks about it. He turns to Andrew.
VERNON:
Alright, what are you doing with
this? Get this outta here for God's
sake! What's the matter with you?
Come on!
BRIAN:
You know the school comes equipped
with fire exits at either end of the
library.
Brian points at them and Bender glares at him.
BENDER:
(to Brian)
Show Dick some respect!
Andrew and Vernon come back into the main section of
the library.
VERNON:
(to Andrew)
Let's go...go! Get back into your
seat.
Andrew sits.
VERNON:
(to Andrew)
I expected a little more from a
varsity letterman!
(to Bender)
You're not fooling anybody, Bender!
The next screw that falls out is
gonna be you!
Vernon turns to leave.
BENDER:
(under his breath)
Eat my shorts...
Vernon spins in his tracks and faces Bender again.
VERNON:
What was that?
BENDER:
(loudly)
Eat my shorts!
VERNON:
You just bought yourself another
Saturday, mister!
BENDER:
Oh, Christ...
VERNON:
You just bought one more right
there!
BENDER:
Well, I'm free the Saturday after
that...beyond that, I'm gonna have
to check my calendar!
VERNON:
Good! 'Cause it's gonna be filled,
we'll keep goin'! You want another
one? Say the word, just say the
word! Instead of going to prison,
you'll come here! Are you through.
BENDER:
No!
VERNON:
BENDER:
So?
VERNON:
That's another one, right now! I've
got you for the rest of your natural
born life if you don't watch your
step! You want another one?
BENDER:
Yes!
VERNON:
You got it! You got another one,
right there! That's another one
pal!
CLAIRE:
(worried)
Cut it out!
Claire mouths the word "Stop" to Bender.
VERNON:
You through?
BENDER:
Not even close, bud!
VERNON:
Good! You got one more, right
there!
BENDER:
Do you really think I give a sh*t?
VERNON:
Another...
Bender glares at him.
VERNON:
You through?
BENDER:
How many is that?
BRIAN:
That's seven including the one when
we first came in and you asked Mr.
Vernon here whether Barry Manilow
knew that he raided his closet.
VERNON:
(to Bender)
Now it's eight...
(to Brian)
You stay out of it!
BRIAN:
Excuse me, sir, it's seven!
VERNON:
Shut up, Peewee!
(to Bender)
You're mine Bender...for two months
I gotcha! I gotcha!
BENDER:
What can I say? I'm thrilled!
VERNON:
Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you
want these people to believe. You
know something, Bender? You ought
to spend a little more time trying
to do something with yourself and a
little less time trying to impress
people. You might be better off.
(to everyone)
Alright, that's it! I'm going to
be right outside those doors. The
next time I hafta come in here...I'm
cracking skulls! (Bender mouths “I’m
cracking skulls”)
Vernon leaves and closes the door. A musical riff
builds to a climax as Bender screams.
BENDER:
(screams)
F*** you!
We see the clock, it reads a quarter to eight.
We see Bender, lighting his shoe on fire and lighting a
cigarette with his shoe.
We see Claire thinking.
We see Brian playing with his balls.
We see Andrew playing with his sweatshirt.
We see Allison pulling a string around her finger and
making it turn purple.
We see Bender put the flames on his shoe out. He then
plays air guitar.
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