The Making of 'The Breakfast Club' Page #2

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and Vernon's gonna come in here.

I got a meet Saturday, and I'm not

missing it because of you boneheads.

Oh, wouldn't that be a bite, huh?

Missing a whole wrestling meet?

You wouldn't know about it, f*ggot.

You never competed

in your life.

Oh, I know.

I feel all empty inside.

I have such a deep admiration for guys

who roll around with other guys.

You'd never miss it.

You don't have any goals.

- But I do.

- Yeah?

I want to be just like you.

I figure all I need's

a lobotomy and some tights.

You wear tights?

No, I don't wear tights.

I wear the required uniform.

Tights.

Shut up.

Ooh.

There's not supposed to

be any monkey business.

Young man, have you

finished your paper?

Bender, don't screw around.

- What are you gonna do?

- Drop dead, I hope.

All right!

Bender, that's school property.

It doesn't belong to us.

It's not to be toyed with.

- Very funny. Fix it.

- You should fix that.

- Am I a genius?

- No, you're an a**hole.

- Funny guy. Everyone, just shh.

- Fix the door, Bender!

- I know what I'm doing.

- Fix the door!

Shut up!

[ Vernon ] Goddamn it!

Why is that door closed?

Why is that door closed!

How are we supposed to know?

We can't move, right?

Why?

We're just sitting here,

like we're supposed to.

Who closed that door?

- I think a screw fell out of it.

- It just closed, sir.

- Who!

- Aah!

- She doesn't talk, sir.

- Eek!

- Give me that screw.

- I don't have it.

You want me

to shake it out of you?

I don't have it.

Screws fall out all the time.

- The world's an imperfect place.

- Give it to me, Bender.

- Sir, why would anybody steal a screw?

- Watch it, young lady.

The door's way too heavy, sir.

Damn it!

Andrew Clark, get up here.

Front and center.

Let's go.

- How come Andrew gets to get up?

- [ Vernon ] That's right.

If he gets up, we'll all get up.

It'll be anarchy.

- Okay, watch the magazines.

- [ Bender ] It's out of my hands.

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.

What are you doing?

Get this out, for God's sake.

- What's the matter with you?

- The school's equipped with fire exits.

- Show Dick some respect.

- Let's go.

Get in your seat.

I expected more

from a varsity letterman.

You're not fooling anybody, Bender.

The next screw that

falls out will be you.

Eat my shorts.

What was that?

Eat...

my...

shorts.

You just bought

another Saturday, mister.

Oh, I'm crushed.

- One more right there.

- I'm free the next Saturday.

- Beyond that, I'll check my calendar.

- Good! It's gonna be filled.

We'll keep going.

You want another one?

Say the word. Just say it.

Instead of going to prison,

you'll come here.

- Are you through?

- No.

- I'm doing society a favor.

- So?

That's another!

I've got you the rest of your life

if you don't watch it.

- You want another?

- Yes.

You got it!

That's another one, pal.

Cut it out!

- Stop.

- You through?

- Not even close, bud.

- Good!

- You got one more.

- You really think I give a sh*t?

Another.

- You through?

- How many is that?

That's seven including the first one

when you asked...

whether Barry Manilow knew

he raided his closet.

- Now it's eight. Stay out of it.

- Sir, it's seven.

Shut up, peewee.

You're mine, Bender.

For two months, I got you.

I got you.

What can I say?

I'm thrilled.

That's exactly what you

want them to believe.

You know something?

You should spend more time

doing something with yourself...

and less time trying

to impress people.

Might be better off.

Right, that's it!

I'll be outside those doors.

The next time I have to come in here,

I'm cracking skulls.

F*** you!

F***.

Wake up!

Who has to go to the lavatory?

That's real intelligent.

You're right.

It's wrong to destroy literature.

It's such fun to read.

And...

"Molay" really pumps my 'nads.

Moliere.

I love his work.

Big deal.

Nothing to do,

locked in a vacancy.

Ah, speak for yourself.

You think I'd speak for you?

I don't know your language.

Hey...

you grounded tonight?

I don't know. My mom said I was,

but my dad said to blow her off.

There's a big party at Stubby's.

Parents are in Europe.

- It should be pretty wild.

- Yeah?

- Yeah. Are you going to go?

- I doubt it.

How come?

If I disobey my mother,

it's because my father says it's okay.

It's like this whole monster deal.

It's endless and a total drag.

- Any minute, divorce.

- Who do you like better?

- What?

- You like your old man better?

- They're both screwed.

- I mean if you had to choose.

I don't know.

I'd probably go live

with my brother.

I don't think either one

gives a sh*t about me.

They use me to get back

at each other.

Ha!

Shut up!

- You're feeling sorry for yourself.

- If I didn't, nobody else would.

You're breaking my heart.

- Sporto?

- What?

You get along with your parents?

If I say yes,

I'm an idiot, right?

You're an idiot anyway...

but if you say yes,

you're a liar too.

You know something, man?

If we weren't in school right now,

I'd waste you.

Can you hear this?

You want me to turn it up?

Hey, fellas, I mean--

I don't like my parents, either.

I mean, I don't--

I mean, I don't get along

with them when...

their idea of parental compassion

is just, you know...

wacko, you know?

- Dork.

- Y eah?

You are a parent's wet dream, okay?

That's the problem.

Look, I can see you're getting

all bunged up...

for them making you wear

these clothes...

but, face it,

you're a neo-maxi-zoom-dweeby.

What would you do if you weren't out

making yourself a better citizen?

Why do you have to

insult everybody?

I'm being honest, a**hole.

I would expect you

to know the difference.

- Well, he's got a name.

- Yeah?

Yeah. What's your name?

- Brian.

- See?

My condolences.

What's your name?

What's yours?

- Claire.

- Claire?

- Claire. It's a family name.

- It's a fat girl's name.

- Thank you.

- Your welcome.

- I'm not fat.

- Not now...

but I can see you really

pushing maximum density.

You see, I'm not sure

if you know this...

but there are

two kinds of fat people.

There's fat people

that were born to be fat...

and fat people that were

once thin but became fat.

When you look at them, you can

sorta see that thin person inside.

You're gonna get married,

squeeze out a few puppies and then...

Oh.

Obscene finger gestures

from such a pristine girl.

I'm not that pristine.

Are you a virgin?

I'll bet you

a million dollars that you are.

Let's end the suspense.

Is it gonna to be

a white wedding?

Why don't you just shut up?

Have you kissed

a boy on the mouth?

Have you ever been felt up...

over the bra...

under the blouse...

shoes off...

hoping to God

your parents don't walk in?

Do you want me to puke?

Over the panties...

no bra...

blouse unbuttoned...

Calvin's in a ball on the front seat

past 11:
00 on a school night?

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