The Making of 'The Breakfast Club' Page #6

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I really don't.

What's wrong with you?

Why don't you like yourself?

Sounds stupid, but...

because I'm failing shop.

We had this assignment,

you know...

to make this ceramic elephant.

And, um...

we're supposed to--

It was like a lamp.

When you pull the trunk,

the light goes on.

My light didn't go on.

I got an "F" on it.

I've never got an "F" in my life.

When I signed up for the course...

I thought I was playing it smart.

I thought, "I'll take shop.

It'll be such an easy way...

to maintain

my grade point average."

Why'd you think it'd be easy?

Have you seen

some of the dopes that take shop?

I take shop.

You must be a f***ing idiot.

Because I can't make a lamp?

No, you're a genius

because you can't make a lamp.

- What do you know about trigonometry?

- I could care less about it.

Without trigonometry,

there'd be no engineering.

- Without lamps, there'd be no light.

- So neither of you is better--

I can write with my toes.

I can also eat, brush my teeth--

- With your feet?

- Play the piano.

- I can make spaghetti.

- What can you do?

I can, uh,

tape all your buns together.

- I want to see what Claire can do.

- I can't do anything.

Everybody can do something.

There's one thing I can do.

Forget it.

It's way too embarrassing.

Ever seen "Wild Kingdom"?

He's been on for 30 years.

Okay.

You have to swear to God

you won't laugh.

Okay.

I can't believe

I'm actually doing this.

That's great!

Where'd you learn to do that?

Camp, seventh grade.

That was great, Claire.

My image of you

is totally blown.

You're a sh*t.

Don't do that to her.

- You swore to God you wouldn't laugh.

- Am I laughing?

You f***ing prick!

What do you care what I think?

I don't even count, right?

I could disappear forever

and it wouldn't make any difference.

I may as well not even exist

at this school. Remember?

And, you,

don't like me anyway.

I have just as

many feelings as you do.

And it hurts just as much

when somebody steps on them.

God, you're so pathetic!

Don't you ever...

ever, compare yourself

to me, okay?

You got everything,

and I got sh*t.

F***ing Rapunzel, right?

School would probably shut down

if you didn't show up!

Queenie isn't here.

I like those earrings, Claire.

Shut up.

- Are those real diamonds, Claire?

- Just shut up.

I bet they are.

- Did you work for the money for those?

- Shut your mouth.

- Or did Daddy buy them for you?

- Shut up!

I bet he bought those.

I bet those were

a Christmas gift, right?

Know what I got for Christmas?

It was a banner-f***ing-year

at the Bender family.

I got a carton of cigarettes.

The old man grabbed me and said,

"Smoke up, Johnny."

Go home and cry to your daddy.

Don't cry here, okay?

Will we be like our parents?

Not me...

ever.

It's unavoidable.

Just happens.

What happens?

When you grow up...

your heart dies.

Who cares?

I care.

I was just thinking,

I mean...

I know it's kind

of a weird time...

but I was just

wondering, um...

what will happen

on Monday?

When we're all together again.

I consider you guys my friends.

Am I wrong?

No.

So on Monday, what happens?

Still friends, you mean?

If we're friends now?

Yeah.

Want the truth?

Yeah, I want the truth.

I don't think so.

With all of us or just John?

With all of you.

- That's a real nice attitude, Claire.

- Oh, be honest, Andy.

If Brian came up to you on Monday,

what would you do?

Picture this.

You're there with all the sports.

You know exactly what you'd do.

You'd say hi and when he left...

you'd cut him up so your friends

wouldn't think you really liked him.

No way.

Okay. What if I came up to you?

- The same exact thing.

- You are a b*tch!

Why? Because I'm telling

the truth, I'm a b*tch?

No! 'Cause you know how shitty

that is to do to someone.

And you don't have the balls

to stand up to your friends.

What about you, you hypocrite?

Why don't you take Allison

to a heavy metal vomit party.

Take Brian or Andy out to

the parking lot to get high. Or me?

What would your friends say if we were

walking down the hall together?

They'd laugh their asses off.

You'd say we were doing it,

so they'd forgive you.

Don't talk about my friends! You don't

know them. You don't look at them.

And you certainly wouldn't

condescend to speak to them.

Just stick to what you know: shopping,

nail polish, your father's BMW...

- your drunk mother in the Caribbean--

- Shut up!

As far as being concerned about us

walking down the hallways together.

Forget it!

It'll never happen!

Just bury your head

and wait for your f***ing prom!

- I hate you!

- Yeah? Good!

I assume Allison and I are

better people than you guys?

Us weirdos?

- Would you do that to me?

- I don't have any friends.

- Well, if you did?

- No.

I don't think my kind

of friends would mind.

I just want to tell each of you

that I wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't and I will not.

Because I think that's real shitty.

Your friends wouldn't mind

because they look up to us.

You're so conceited, Claire.

You're so conceited.

You're so full of yourself. Why?

I'm not saying that

to be conceited.

I hate having to go along

with everything my friends say.

Then why do you do it?

I don't know. I don't--

You don't understand.

You don't--

You're not friends with the people

Andy and I are friends with.

You don't understand the pressure

they can put on you.

I don't understand what?

You think I don't

understand pressure?

Well, f*** you!

F*** you!

You know why I'm here today?

Do you?

I'm here...because...

Mr. Ryan found

a gun in my locker.

- Why'd you have a gun?

- I tried.

You pull the f***ing trunk...

and the light's supposed to go on.

It didn't go on.

I mean, l--

- What's the gun for?

- Just forget it.

You brought it up, man.

I can't have an "F."

I can't have it...

and I know

my parents can't have it.

Even if I ace

the rest of the semester...

I'm still only a "B."

Everything's ruined for me.

Brian.

Considering my options,

you know?

- Killing yourself is not an option.

- I didn't do it, did l!

No. I don't think so.

It was a handgun?

It was a flare gun.

Went off in my locker.

Really?

It's not funny.

Yes, it is.

F***ing elephant was destroyed.

Know what I did

to get in here?

Nothing.

I didn't have anything

better to do.

You're laughing at me.

No.

Yeah, you are.

# It seems so clear in black and white #

# The living color

tends to dull our sight #

# Like dynamite #

# Just imagine my surprise #

# When I looked into your eyes and saw #

# Through your disguise #

# If we dare expose our hearts #

# And just reveal the purest thoughts #

# And that is when

sensations start to grow #

# We are not alone #

# You find out

where you're coming from #

# There'll be somebody there

to break your fall #

# We are not alone #

# 'Cause when you

look out through the door #

# We're really not

the victims after all ##

Brian?

Hmm?

Are you going to write your paper?

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