Bob Falfa: Hey, you know a guy around here with a p*ss yellow deuce coupe, supposed to be hot stuff?
Terry Fields: You mean John Milner?
(Falfa nods slowly)
Terry Fields: Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest...
Bob Falfa: (cutting him off) I ain't nobody, dork! Right?
Terry Fields: (intimidated) Uh... right.
Bob Falfa: Hey, you see this Milner, you tell him I'm lookin' for him, huh? Tell him I aim to blow his ass right off the road.
Bob Falfa: Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say?
Laurie Henderson: Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.
Teenager in car: (to Terry) Is that you in that beautiful car? Geez, what a waste of machinery!
Curt Henderson: What did you say? Wait, what did you say?
Terry Fields: Jesus, what a night!
Curt Henderson: Stand by for justice!
Joe: (gleefully) Rome wasn't burned in a night.
Debbie Dunham: It's a really beautiful night. It's a perfect night for horseback riding.
Curt Henderson: Are you the Wolfman?
XERB Disc Jockey: No, man. I'm not the Wolfman. Wait a minute.
(puts in a tape)
Wolfman Recording: "Who is this on the Wolfman Telephone?".
XERB Disc Jockey: "How you doing, Diane?".
XERB Disc Jockey: That's the Wolfman.
XERB Disc Jockey: Sneakin' around with the Wolfman, baby. This is gonna strike a raw nerve, Mama. Here's The Platters.
Carol: Oh, rats. I thought some of my friends might be here.
John Milner: Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime.
Carol: Oh, wait, there's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me.
John Milner: Oh, sh*t. Dee Dee!
John Milner: (to Carol) Hey! Driving is a serious business. I ain't having no accidents just because of you!
XERB Disc Jockey: He's a friend of mine, you hear? And little girl... you better call him, or the Wolfman gonna get you!
John Milner: So, your Judy's little... sh*t! How old are you?
Carol: I'm old enough. How old are you?
John Milner: I'm too old for you.
Carol: You can't be that old.
Debbie Dunham: I can't see what he's doing. Darn it, I wish I could see.
Terry Fields: I can't see anything. I don't wanna see anything.
(Debbie walks away)
Terry Fields: Just keep him away from me, that's all I want. How do I get into these things? We're all right up... Debbie? Debbie?
XERB Disc Jockey: Get your bugaloos out baby! The Wolfman is everywhere.
Debbie Dunham: You know, what, Terry. I had a pretty good time tonight.
Carol: I just love listening to Wolfman. My Mom won't let me at home. Because he's a Negro. I think he's terrific.
Debbie Dunham: Maybe if it's the goat killer, he'll get somebody and we'll see the whole thing.
Terry Fields: I don't want to see the whole thing.
Man at Accident: (after Terry has backed into his car) Excuse me, but I think we've had an accident.
Terry Fields: Well, goddammit, I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?
Debbie Dunham: Girls don't pay - guys pay!
Debbie Dunham: Is that tuck and roll?
Terry Fields: Yeah!
Debbie Dunham: That's b*tchin' tuck and roll! You know, I really love the feel of tuck and roll upholstery.
Terry Fields: You do?
Debbie Dunham: Yeah.
Terry Fields: Yeah? Well, get in and I'll let you feel it... I mean, you know, you can touch it... uh... I'll let you feel the upholstery.
Debbie Dunham: Okay.
Mr. Wolfe: I thought you'd left.
Curt Henderson: No, not yet. I have no matches.
Mr. Wolfe: That's all right.
(strikes a match and lights his cigarette)
Mr. Wolfe: Brother, how do I get stuck with dance supervision? Will you tell me that? You going back east? Boy, I remember the day I went off. Got drunk as hell the night before, just...
Curt Henderson: Blotto.
Mr. Wolfe: Blotto, exactly. Barfed on the train all the next day, too.
Curt Henderson: Cute, very cute. Where'd you go again?
Mr. Wolfe: Middlebury, Vermont.
Curt Henderson: Right.
Mr. Wolfe: Got a scholarship.
Curt Henderson: Only stayed a semester?
Mr. Wolfe: One semester. After all that, I came back here.
Curt Henderson: Why did you come back?
Mr. Wolfe: I decided I wasn't the competitive type.
Mr. Wolfe: I don't know, maybe I was scared.
Curt Henderson: Well, I uh - I think I may find that I'm not the competitive type myself.
Mr. Wolfe: What do you mean?
Curt Henderson: Well, I'm not really sure that I'm
Curt Henderson: going.
Mr. Wolfe: Hey now, don't be stupid. Experience life! Have some fun, Curt! Anyway, good luck.
Carol: Gee, thanks. It's just like a ring or something. It's like were going steady.
John Milner: If you ever get tired of going steady with somebody that ain't around, I'm up for grabs.
Joe: (to Curt) You better comes with us and take a ride with the Pharaohs, huh?
John Milner: What the hell's goin' on here, Toad? Hey, man, are you all right?
Terry Fields: Yeah, I'll die soon, then it'll all be over, John.
Debbie Dunham: Wow, you're just like the Lone Ranger.
John Milner: Yeah, yeah. Listen, are you with him?
Terry Fields: You're talking to the woman I love.
John Milner: What happened, man?
Peg: Joe College strikes out.
Laurie Henderson: Come on.
Steve Bolander: Come on, what?
Laurie Henderson: Steven, please. Smile or something.
Steve Bolander: Quit pinching!
Laurie Henderson: You think I care if you go off? You think I'm gonna crack up or something? Boy, are you conceited!
Steve Bolander: I don't know why I ever asked you out!
Carol: (to John) Oh, race him. You can beat him.
Curt Henderson: You're the most beautiful, exciting thing I've ever seen in my life and I don't know anything about you.
Carol: (to Falfa) Your car is uglier than I am!
(both John and Falfa look at her oddly)
Carol: Uh... that didn't come out right.
XERB Disc Jockey: Rock 'n' Roll will stand man. Who's this on the Wolfman telephone?
XERB Disc Jockey: (to Curt) Hey, have a popsicle. The ice box just broke down, and they're melting all over the place. You want one?
Debbie Dunham: Peel out, I just love it when guys peel out.
John Milner: sh*t! Hey, get down!
Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"?
John Milner: What? No, get up, N-O. Sheezus.
Carol: What's your name?
John Milner: My name? Mud, if anybody sees you.
Terry Fields: Let me have a Three Musketeers, and a ball point pen, and one of those combs there, a pint of Old Harper, a couple of flash light batteries and some beef jerky.
Barman: Okay, you got an I.D. for the liquor?
Terry Fields: Oh, umm, yeah. Oh, nuts, I left it in the car.
Barman: Sorry. You'll have to get it before.
Terry Fields: Well, I... I also... I forgot the car.
Debbie Dunham: Hey, did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? You got it! You got it!
John Milner: I was a dirty bird, Carol's not grungey - she's b*tchin'
Peg: (to Laurie) Why are you so depressed? You'll forget him in a week. After you're elected senior Queen, you'll have so many boys after your bod.
Joe: (wearing sunglasses at night with two other members of the Pharoh's gang) Whadaya doin' creep?
Curt Henderson: Who, me?
Joe: No, I'm talkin' to the other fifty creeps here. You know Gil Gonzales?
Curt Henderson: Gil Gonzales? No. No, I don't.
Joe: Don't know Gil huh? Well you oughta. He's a friend of ours and that's his car you got your butt parked on.
Mr. Gordon: Hey, what are you punks doing? What's going on here?
Joe: I'm just uh...
Curt Henderson: Oh, hi, Mr. Gordon. What's up?
XERB Disc Jockey: Little kiss on your ear. Goodnight, sweetheart. I'll see you later.
Carol: (after being hit with a water balloon) Very funny. What a chop! Ha-ha! Quit laughing! Let's catch 'em at the light. Jump out and flatten their tires.
John Milner: Wait a minute.
Carol: Just do as I say!
John Milner: Alright, boss.
XERB Disc Jockey: (to Curt) Hey, what do you want? Push the red switch down.
Steve Bolander: We're finally getting out of this turkey town, and now you wanna crawl back into your cell, right? You wanna end up like John? You just can't stay seventeen forever.
Terry Fields: Oh, that was beautiful, John. Just beautiful.
John Milner: I was losing man.
Terry Fields: What?
Steve Bolander: What's wrong?
Laurie Henderson: Go to Hell!
John Milner: I know, uh... you probably think you're a big shot, goin' off like this...
John Milner: (he slaps Curt) ... but you're still a punk.
Curt Henderson: OK, John... So long... So long!
(Steve, Terry, Laurie and John wish Curt goodbye)
Terry Fields: Have a good trip!
Laurie Henderson: Bye, Curt. Good-bye!
Steve Bolander: Let's dance.
Terry Fields: A double Chubby-Chuck, a chili-barb, two orders of French fries and...