The Making of 'The Breakfast Club' Page #3

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Leave her alone.

I said leave her alone.

You going to make me?

Y eah.

You and how many

of your friends?

Just me.

Just you and me.

Two hits. Me hitting you.

You hitting the floor.

Anytime you're ready, pal.

I don't want to get

into this with you, man.

Why not?

'Cause I'd kill you.

It's real simple.

I'd kill you, and your

f***ing parents would sue me.

And it'd be a big mess, and I don't

care enough about you to bother.

Chicken sh*t.

Let's end this now.

You don't talk to her.

You don't look at her.

And you don't even think about her!

Understand me?

I'm trying to help her.

Brian, how you doing?

Your dad work here?

- Uh, Carl?

- What?

- Can I ask you a question?

- Sure.

- How does one become a janitor?

- You want to be a janitor?

No, I want to know

how one becomes a janitor...

because Andrew's very interested

in a career in the custodial arts.

Really?

You think I'm some

untouchable peasant, serf, peon?

Y eah?

Maybe so.

From following a broom

after shitheads like you...

I've learned

a couple of things.

I look through your letters.

Look through your lockers.

I listen to your conversations.

You don't know that, but I do.

I am the eyes and ears

of this institution, my friends.

By the way,

that clock's 20 minutes fast.

Sh*t.

## [ Whistling "Colonel Bogie's March" ]

## [ Whistling "Beethoven's

Fifth Symphony" ]

All right, girls.

Thirty minutes for lunch.

- Here?

- Here.

I think the cafeteria would be

a more suitable place, sir.

I don't care what

you think, Andrew.

Dick.

Excuse me, Rich.

Will milk be made available?

We're extremely thirsty.

I have a really low tolerance

for dehydration.

I've seen her dehydrate, sir.

It's pretty gross.

- Relax. I'll get it.

- Uh-uh-uh.

Grab some wood, bub.

You think I was born yesterday?

Think I'm going to let you

roam these halls?

You.

And you.

Hey!

What's her name?

Wake her up.

Hey! Come on!

On your feet, Missy. Let's go.

This isn't a rest home.

There's soda

in the teachers' lounge.

Let's go!

So...

what's your poison?

What do you drink?

Okay. Forget I asked.

Vodka.

Vodka?

When do you drink vodka?

Whenever.

- A lot?

- Tons.

Is that why

you're here today?

- Why are you here?

- Why are you here?

Um...

I'm here today because...

my coach and my father...

don't want me

to blow my ride.

I get treated differently...

because Coach thinks I'm a winner.

So does my old man.

I'm not a winner

because I want to be.

I'm a winner because

I have strength and speed.

Kinda like a racehorse.

That's about how involved I am

in what's happening to me.

Y eah?

That's very interesting.

Now, why don't you tell me

why you're really in here?

Forget it.

Claire, want to see a picture of a guy

with elephantitis of the nuts?

- It's pretty tasty.

- No, thank you.

How do you think

he rides a bike?

Oh, Claire?

Would you ever consider

dating a guy like this?

- Can't you just leave me alone?

- If he had a great personality...

was a good dancer

and had a cool car?

You'd probably have to

ride in the backseat...

because his nuts

would ride shotgun.

- You know what I wish I was doing?

- Careful. Brian is a cherry.

- Cherry?

- I wish I was on a plane...

- to France.

- I'm not a cherry.

- When have you ever been laid?

- I've laid lots of times.

- Name one.

- She lives in Canada.

Met her at Niagara Falls.

You wouldn't know her.

Ever laid anyone around here?

Oh. You and Claire did it?

- What are you talking about?

- Nothing. Nothing.

- Drop it. We'll talk about it later.

- Drop what?

Brian's telling me that,

in addition to a number of girls...

in the Niagara Falls area,

that presently...

you and he are

riding the hobby horse.

- Little pig.

- No, I'm not!

John said I was a cherry,

and I said I wasn't. That's it.

What were you motioning

to Claire for?

- I don't appreciate this, Brian.

- He is lying.

You weren't motioning

to Claire?

- You know he's lying.

- Were you or were you not?

Yeah, but it was only--

It was only because

I didn't want her to know I'm a virgin.

Excuse me for being a virgin.

Why didn't you want me to know?

Because it's personal.

It's my personal, private business.

It doesn't sound like

you're doing any business.

I think it's okay

for a guy to be a virgin.

You do?

- What's in there?

- Guess.

Where's your lunch?

You're wearing it.

You're nauseating.

What's that?

- Sushi.

- Sushi?

Rice, raw fish and seaweed.

You won't accept a guy's tongue

in your mouth but you'll eat that?

Can I eat?

I don't know.

Give it a try.

What's your problem?

What are we having?

Uh...it's your standard

regular lunch, I guess.

Milk?

Soup.

- Uh...that's apple juice.

- I can read.

PB&J with the crusts cut off.

Well, Brian, this is

a very nutritious lunch.

All the food groups

are represented.

Did your Mom marry Mr. Rogers?

- No, Mr. Johnson.

- Ah.

Here's my impression...

of life at big Bri's house.

Son?

Yeah, Dad?

How's your day, pal?

Great, Dad. How's yours?

Super.

Say, son, how'd you like

to go fishing this weekend?

Great, Dad, but I've got

homework to do.

That's all right, son.

You can do it on the boat.

Gee!

Dear, isn't our son swell?

Yes, dear.

Isn't life swell?

Oh.

Oh.

[ Grunting ]

All right.

What about your family?

- Who, mine?

- Yeah.

It's real easy.

Stupid...

worthless...

no good, goddamn...

freeloading, son of a b*tch.

Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all...

a**hole, jerk.

You forgot ugly,

lazy and disrespectful.

Shut up, b*tch!

Go fix me a turkey potpie.

What about you, Dad?

F*** you.

No, Dad. What about you?

F*** you!

What about you!

F*** you!

Bam!

- Is that for real?

- You wanna come over some time?

That's bullshit.

It's all part of your image.

- I don't believe a word of it.

- You don't believe me?

- No.

- No?

Did I stutter?

Do you believe this?

Huh?

It's about the size of a cigar.

Do I stutter?

This is what you get in my house

when you spill paint in the garage.

See, I don't think I need to sit

with you f***ing d*ldos anymore.

Ahh!

F***!

You shouldn't have said that.

How did I know?

I mean he lies

about everything anyway.

Oh, sh*t.

Coffee.

Looks like it's scraped off

the bottom of the Mississippi River.

Everything's polluted.

Everything's polluted.

The coffee, the kids are polluted.

- How do you know where Vernon went?

- I don't.

- How do you know when he'll be back?

- I don't.

Being bad feels pretty good, huh?

What's the point

in going to Bender's locker?

Beats me.

This is so stupid.

Why do you think--

- Why are we risking getting caught?

- I don't know.

So then what are we doing?

Ask one more question and I'm beating

the sh*t out of you.

Sorry.

- You're such a slob.

- My maid's on vacation.

It's drugs.

Screw that, Bender.

Put it back.

Drugs.

The boy has marijuana.

- That was marijuana.

- Shut up, dick.

Do you approve of this?

[ Bender ] We'll cross

through the lab and double back.

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