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The Breakfast Club is a 1985 film near five high school students from completely different backgrounds who meet in Saturday detention.

Written and directed past John Hughes.

They only met once, merely it changed their lives forever. taglines

Brian Johnson [edit]

• [showtime lines] Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to cede a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was nosotros did wrong. What we did was wrong. Simply we think you lot're crazy to brand us write an essay telling you who we call up we are. What practice you care? And y'all see usa as y'all desire to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Correct? That'southward the fashion we saw each other at vii:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

• Chicks cannot concord their smoke, dat's what it is.

John Bender [edit]

• Screws fall out all the time; the world is an imperfect identify.

• Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all go upwardly…it'll be anarchy!'

• [to Claire] You know how you said earlier that your parents employ you to get back at each other? Wouldn't I exist outstanding in that capacity?

Dialogue [edit]

Vernon: Well, well, here we are. I wanna congratulate you lot for being on time.

Claire: [raises her paw; nervously] Excuse me, sir? I think there'due south been a fault. I know it's detention, but, um... I don't think I belong in here.

Vernon: [checks his picket] It is now vii:06. Yous accept exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think virtually why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways. [John spits and catches saliva, and Claire gasps in disgust] [points at Claire] And you may not talk. [to Brian] You volition not move from these seats. And you lot... [points at John, so snatches the chair from under his feet] ...volition not sleep. All right, people, we're gonna try something a footling different today. We are going to write an essay... of no less than a m words... describing to me who you recall you are.

John: This a test?

Vernon: And when I say "essay", I mean "essay". I do non hateful a single give-and-take repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?

John: Crystal.

Vernon: Good. Maybe you lot'll learn a piddling something about yourself. Maybe you'll fifty-fifty decide whether or not you care to render.

Brian: [raises hand] Uh, yeah, y'all know, I can answer that correct at present, sir. You lot know, that'd be "no." "No" for me, 'crusade—

Vernon: Sit down, Johnson.

Brian: Thank you lot, sir.

Vernon: My role.... is right beyond that hall. Any monkey business organization is sick-advised. Any questions?

[interruption; no one answers.]

John: Yeah, I got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that y'all raid his wardrobe?

Vernon: I'll requite you lot the answer to that question, Mr. Bough, adjacent Saturday. [warningly] Don't mess with the bull, immature human being, you'll get the horns.

John: [virtually Vernon] That homo... is a brownie hound. [33 seconds afterwards, after he and the other students see and hear Allison bitter her fingernails. And he gives her a reminder.] If you go on eating your hand, you're not gonna be hungry for lunch. [Allison bites another fingernail, and spits it out.] I've seen you lot earlier, y'all know.

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Andrew: Look, merely because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a hurting in the donkey. So knock information technology off!

John: It'south a gratis land.

Claire: He's just doing information technology to get a rise out of you. Merely ignore him.

John: Sweets. [Claire turns around to John.] You couldn't ignore me if you tried. [she turns back, annoyed.] So... And then... are y'all guys like young man-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come up on, sporto. Level with me. Do you slip her the hot-beef injection?

Claire: Get TO HELL!!!

Andrew: Enough!!!

[John laughs]

Vernon: [from his office] Hey! What's going on in at that place? [no response.] Spoiled footling pricks. [gets back to reading.]

Andrew: Scumbag.

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John: What practice you say we close that door? We can't have whatever kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds.

Brian: Well, you know the door's supposed to stay open.

John: So what?

Andrew: Then why don't y'all only shut upwardly? There's four other people in here, you lot know.

John: God, you can count. See, I knew yous had to be smart to be a...a wrestler.

Andrew: Who the hell are y'all to judge anybody, anyway?

Claire: Actually.

Andrew: You know, Bough, yous don't even count. I hateful if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any divergence. You may as well not even exist at this schoolhouse.

John: Well, I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team. [Claire and Andrew chuckle] Maybe the prep guild, too. Student council.

Andrew: Nah. They wouldn't take you lot.

John: I'yard hurt.

Claire: You lot know why guys like yous knock everything?

John: Oh, this should exist stunning.

Claire: Information technology'south 'crusade you're afraid.

John: Oh, God. You richies are then smart; that's exactly why I'thousand not heavy in activities.

Claire: You lot're a big coward.

Brian: I'g in the math lodge.

Claire: Meet, you're afraid that they won't accept you. You don't vest, so y'all just have to dump all over it.

John: Well, it wouldn't accept annihilation to do with you activities people existence assholes, now would information technology?

Claire: Well you wouldn't know; you don't even know any of us.

John: Well, I don't know whatsoever lepers, either, simply I'm non gonna run out and bring together 1 of their fucking clubs.

Andrew: Uh, let'due south watch the rima oris, huh?

Brian: I'm in the Physics Society, too.

John: Excuse me a sec. [to Brian] What are you blathering nearly?

Brian: Well, what I said was that I'm in a Math Club, uh, the Latin Club, and the Physics Club-- Physics Club.

John: Hey, Ruddy. Practice you lot vest to the Physics Club?

Claire: That's an academic club.

John: So?

Claire: So, academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs.

John: Ah, but to dorks like him, they are. [to Brian] What do you guys do in your social club?

Brian: In physics, well, nosotros, nosotros, uh, nosotros talk about physics. Uh, properties of physics.

John: And then information technology's sort of social. Demented and pitiful, but social, right?

Brian: I gauge you could consider it a social state of affairs.

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Andrew: Expect, you lot guys go on up your talking and Vernon'southward gonna come right in here. I got a see this Saturday and I'm non gonna miss information technology on account of you boneheads.

John: Oh and wouldn't that exist a bite, huh? Missing a whole wrestling run into!

Andrew: Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!

John: Oh, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I take such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys.

Andrew: Ahhh, you lot'd never arrive. You don't have any goals.

John: Oh, simply I practice!

Andrew: Yes?

John: I wanna be only...similar...you. I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights!

Brian: Y'all clothing tights?

Andrew: No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform.

Brian: Tights.

Andrew: Shut up!

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Claire: What's your name?

John: What's yours?

Claire: Claire.

John: Claire?

Claire: Claire. It's a family name.

John: No, it's a fat girl's name.

Claire: [sarcastically] Oh, thank yous.

John: You're welcome.

Claire: I'm not fatty.

John: Well, not at present, only I could see you really pushing maximum density. Y'all 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 there'southward fat people that were once thin, but they became fatty, so when you wait at them yous can sort of come across that thin person inside. You lot see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh... [imitates vomiting, and Claire gives him the "Fuck you!" heart finger] Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl.

Claire: I'm not that pristine.

John: Are you a virgin? I'll bet you a 1000000 dollars that you are. Let's end the suspense. Is it gonna be a...white weddin'?

Claire: Why don't you lot simply shut up?

John: Have you ever kissed a boy on the oral cavity? Have yous ever been felt up...over the bra, nether the blouse, shoes off, hoping to God your parents don't walk in?

Claire: Practice you want me to puke?

John: Over the panties...no bra...blouse unbuttoned, Calvin's in a brawl on the front seat past xi:00 on a school night?

Andrew: Leave her lonely. [walks to Bender] I said, "Leave her alone".

John: You gonna make me?

Andrew: Yeah.

John: [stands in front of Andrew] You and how many of your friends?

Andrew: Just me. Just you lot and me. 2 hits. Me hitting y'all, y'all hitting the floor. Anytime you're set up, pal.

John: [gets pinned to the flooring] I don't want to go into this with you, man.

Andrew: [gets off of John] Why not?

John: [stands up] Because I'd impale y'all. It's real simple: I'd impale yous, and your fucking parents would sue me, and it'd be a big mess, and I don't care enough about you to bother.

Andrew: Chickenshit. [John pulls out his switchblade, and slams it on Allison'due south table.] Let's cease this right now. You don't talk to her, [Allison takes John's switchblade] you lot don't look at her, and you don't even call up about her! You sympathise me?

John: I'm trying to aid her.

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Vernon: I expected a footling more than from a varsity letterman. You're not fooling anybody, Bough. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you.

John: [under his breath] Eat my shorts.

Vernon: What was that?

John: Consume...MY...SHORTS.

Vernon: You but bought yourself some other Saturday, Mister.

John: I'm "crushed".

Vernon: You just bought one more than, right in that location.

John: Well, I'm gratuitous the Sat after that. Beyond that, I'g gonna take to check my calendar.

Vernon: Good! Because it's gonna be filled. Nosotros'll keep goin'. You want some other one? Say the word, but say the word. Instead of goin' to prison, you'll come here. Are you through?

John: No.

Vernon: I'm doin' club a favor.

John: Then?

Vernon: That'due south another 1 right now. I've got y'all for the residual of your natural born life if you lot don't picket your pace! You want another one?!

John: Yes.

Vernon: You got it! You got another one right there! That's some other one, pal!

Claire: Cut it out! [mouths] Stop!

Vernon: You through?

John: Not even close, bud!

Vernon: Good. Y'all got 1 more correct there.

John: You really recollect I give a shit?

Vernon: Some other. [John stares angrily] You through?

John: How many is that?

Brian: That's seven including one when nosotros start came in and you lot asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet.

Vernon: At present it'southward eight. [to Brian] Yous stay out of information technology.

Brian: Excuse me, sir, it's vii.

Vernon: Close upward, peewee. [Brian obediently remains silent, and Vernon gives John the horns] You're mine, Bender. For ii months, I gotcha. I gotcha.

John: [sarcastically] What can I say? I'1000 "thrilled".

Vernon: Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. Y'all know somethin', Bender? You oughta spend a piddling more fourth dimension trying to practise something with yourself and a little less fourth dimension trying to print people. Y'all might be better off. Alright, that'south information technology! I'thou going to be right outside those doors. The next fourth dimension I have to come in hither, [John mouths what Vernon says] I'm crackin' skulls. [He leaves the library every bit Allison watches; he opens the door, gives the horns to John again, then closes the door]

John: FUCK YOU!!!

[Vernon sighs and goes to his role]

John: [whispers] Fuck.

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John: Carl? How does one become a janitor?

Carl: Y'all wanna be a janitor?

John: No, I just want to know how i becomes a janitor. Because, you see, Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts.

Carl: Oh, actually? You guys think I'm just some untouchable peasant? Serf? Peon? Well, mayhap and then. Just following a broom around afterwards shitheads similar yous for the last eight years, I've learned a couple of things. I look through your letters. I look through your lockers. I heed to your conversations: you don't know that simply I do. I am the eyes and ears of this institution, my friends. [pause] By the way, that clock's 20 minutes fast.

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John: Lead&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?

Brian: Uh, no. Mr. Johnson.

John: Ah. Here's my impression of life at Large Bri'southward firm: "Son?" "Yes, Dad?" "How was your day, pal?" "Great, Dad! How's yours?" "Super! Say, how would like to become fishing this weekend?" "Great, Dad! Only I got homework to do." "That's okay, son! You can do information technology on the gunkhole!" "Gee!" "Honey, isn't our son swell?" "Yes, dearest. Isn't life corking?" [kiss, and so mimes punching]

Andrew: All right, what nigh your family unit?

John: My family? Oh, that's easy. "Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamned, free loading son-of-a-bitch! Retarded, big rima oris, know-it-all asshole jerk!" "You forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful!" "Close up, bitch! Become fix me a turkey pot pie!" "What near you lot, Dad?" "Fuck you!" "No, Dad, what nearly you?" "Fuck you lot!" "No, Dad, what about you?!" "Fuck y'all!" [mimes punching]

Brian: Is that for real?

John: You wanna come over some time?

Andrew: That's bullshit. Information technology'southward all part of your epitome; I don't believe a word of information technology.

John: You don't believe me?

Andrew: No.

John: No?

Andrew: Did I stutter?

[John approaches Andrew, lifts his sleeve to show a burn down on his arm. Claire and Andrew await away.]

John: Do you believe this? Huh? It's nearly the size of a cigar. Do I stutter? You meet, this is what yous get in my house when you lot spill paint in the garage. See, I don't recall that I need to sit hither with you fuckin' dildos anymore!

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John: [crawling on the ceiling] A naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm...and a two-foot salami under the other. [chuckles] She lays the poodle on the tabular array. Bartender says, "I suppose you won't exist needing a drinkable." Naked lady says-- [ceiling breaks and he falls through] OHHH, SHI-I-I-IT!

Vernon: [hearing the crash] Jesus Christ Almighty!

[John walks down the stairs and sees Andrew and Claire angrily stunned]

John: [to students] Forgot my pencil.

Vernon: Goddamn it! [enters the library, and John hides under Claire's desk] What in God'south name is goin' on in here? What was that ruckus?

Andrew: Uh, what ruckus?

Vernon: I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus.

Brian: Could you draw the ruckus, sir?

Vernon: Watch your natural language, fellow, watch it. [John bangs his paw under Claire'due south desk, and Andrew bangs "Shave and a Haircut"] What is this? [Andrew imitates a zipper sound] What is that? What-What is that-- What is that noise?

Andrew: What noise?

[John sees Claire's panties]

Claire: Really, sir, in that location wasn't any dissonance. [moans and crushes John's mitt, and makes an exaggerated sneeze and coughing sound, and the other students cough] That noise? Was that the noise that you're talking about?

Vernon: No, information technology wasn't. That was not the racket I was talking well-nigh. At present, I may not have caught you in the human action this fourth dimension, but you can bet I will. [Allison laughs] You make book on that, Missy. [to Claire] And you! I will not exist made a fool of.

[Vernon walks back to his office with a toilet seat liner hanging out of his pants.]

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Allison: Accept you ever done it with a normal person?

Claire: Didn't we already cover this?

John: You never answered the question.

Claire: Await, I'g non going to talk over my private life with total strangers.

Allison: It's kind of a double edged sword, isn't it?

Claire: A what?

Allison: Well, if yous say y'all haven't, yous're a prude. If you lot say you take, y'all're a slut. It'due south a trap. You desire to simply you tin't, and when yous practice, you wish yous didn't, correct?

Claire: Wrong.

Allison: Or are yous a tease?

Andrew: She's a tease.

Claire: I'm sure. Why don't you only forget it.

Andrew: Oh, you lot're a tease and y'all know it. All girls are teases.

John: She's only a tease if what she does gets yous hot.

Claire: I don't do anything.

Allison: That's why you're a tease.

Claire: Okay, let me ask you a few questions.

Allison: I already told you everything.

Claire: No. Doesn't information technology bother you to sleep around without existence in love. I hateful, don't you want any respect?

Allison: I don't spiral to become respect. That'due south the difference betwixt you and me.

Claire: Information technology'south not the just difference I promise.

John: Face information technology, you're a tease.

Claire: I'm not a tease.

John: Sure you are. Sexual activity is your weapon. Yous said it yourself. You employ information technology to get respect.

Claire: No, I never said that; she twisted my words around.

John: What do you employ it for then?

Claire: I don't apply it period.

John: Oh, are yous medically frigid or is information technology psychological?

Claire: I didn't mean information technology that style. You guys are putting words into my mouth.

John: Well, if you lot'd just respond the question.

Brian: Why don't you just respond the question?

Andrew: Exist honest.

John: No big deal.

Brian: Yeah reply it.

Andrew: Reply the question, Claire.

John: Talk to us.

Anybody: C'mon, answer the question. Come on. Answer it.

John: C'mon, it'southward piece of cake. It's only one question.

Claire: No, I Never did it!

Allison: I never did it either. I'thou not a nymphomaniac, I'k a compulsive liar.

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Andrew: What'southward baroque? I mean, we're all pretty bizarre! Some of the states are but better at hiding it, that's all.

Claire: How are you bizarre?

Allison: He tin't think for himself.

Andrew: She'due south right... do you guys know what uh, what I did to go in here? [Claire shakes her head no] I taped Larry Lester'due south buns together. [Claire laughs]

Brian: That was you lot?!

Andrew: Yeah, yous know him?

Brian: Yeah, I know him.

Andrew: Well and so, you know how hairy he is correct? [John smiles and laughs] Well, when they pulled the record off, about of his pilus came off and some, some skin as well.

Claire: Oh my god.

Andrew: The bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man...I tortured this poor kid, because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He's e'er going off about, you know, when he was in school, all the wild things he used to practice. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, correct? So, I'm...I'm sitting in the locker room, and I'g taping upward my knee. And Larry'due south undressing a couple lockers downwards from me. Yeah...he'south kinda...he'south kinda skinny, weak. And I started thinking about my male parent, and his mental attitude most weakness. And the next thing I knew, I, uh…I jumped on elevation of him and started wailing on him. And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And, afterwards, when I was sittin' in Vernon's function, all I could recollect about was Larry's father. And Larry havin' to get home and... and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation...fucking humiliation he must've felt. It must've been unreal...I mean, I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There'southward no way... information technology's all because of me and my onetime human. Oh, God, I fucking hate him! He's like this... he's similar this mindless car that I tin't fifty-fifty relate to anymore. "Andrew, you lot've got to exist number one! I won't tolerate whatever losers in this family. Your intensity is for shit! Win. Win! Win!!" You son-of-a-bitch! You know, sometimes, I wish my genu would requite...and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all well-nigh me.

John: I recall your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling.

[Andrew laughs briefly]

Brian: Information technology'south similar me, you know, with my grades. Like, when I, when I step exterior myself kinda, and when I, when I look in at myself y'all know? And I run into me, and I don't like what I see: I really don't.

Claire: What's wrong with yous? Why don't you like yourself?

Brian: 'Cause I'm stupid...'cause I'm failing shop. Encounter, nosotros had this assignment, to make this ceramic elephant, and um...and we had viii weeks to do information technology and nosotros're s'posed to, and information technology was like a lamp, and when you pull the body, the light was s'posed to keep. My calorie-free didn't go on; I got an F on it. Never got an F in my life. When I signed up, you know—for the course, I mean—I idea I was playing it real smart, y'all know. 'Cause I thought, "I'll have store; information technology'll be such an piece of cake way to maintain my grade point average."

John: Why'd you think it'd be like shooting fish in a barrel?

Brian: Take you lot seen some of the dopes that take store?

John: I have store. You must be a fuckin' idiot!

Brian: I'm a fuckin' idiot because I can't brand a lamp?

John: No, you're a genius considering you tin can't make a lamp.

Brian: What do you know almost Trigonometry?

John: I could care less well-nigh Trigonometry.

Brian: Bender, did y'all know without Trigonometry, there'd be no applied science?

John: Without lamps, there'd be no light.

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John: [afterwards Claire performs her lipstick trick, claps sarcastically] Wow, Claire. That was great. My prototype of yous is totally blown.

Allison: You're a shit. Don't do that to her, you lot swore to God y'all wouldn't express mirth.

John: Am I laughing?

Andrew: You fuckin' prick!

John: What exercise y'all care what I think anyhow? I don't even count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference. I might as well not even exist at this school, recollect? [turns to Claire] And you... don't like me anyway.

Claire: You know, I have just as, many feelings as you do and it hurts and so much when someone steps all over them.

John: God! You're so pathetic. Don't you ever, ever compare yourself to me, okay. You got everything, and I got shit. Fuckin' Rapunzel, right? School would probably fuckin' shut down if you didn't evidence up. Queenie isn't hither. I like those earrings, Claire.

Claire: Close up.

John: Are those real diamonds Claire?

Claire: Shut up.

John: I bet they are. Did you piece of work for the coin for those earrings?

Claire: Shut your mouth.

John: Or did your daddy buy those for y'all?

Claire: [shouts] SHUT UP!

John: I'll bet he bought those for yous. I bet those were a Christmas souvenir. Right? You know what I got for Christmas? Oh, it was a banner fucking twelvemonth at the old Bender family. I got a carton of cigarettes. The old man grabbed me and said, "Hey, fume up Johnny." All right? So become home and weep to your Daddy. Don't cry here, okay?

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Andrew: My God, are we gonna be like our parents?

Claire: [nearly to weep] Not me...ever. [John nods]

Allison: It'southward unavoidable; information technology simply happens.

Claire: What happens?

Allison: When you grow up, your heart dies.

John: So, who cares?

Allison: I care.

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Brian: Um, I was just thinking, I mean. I know information technology'south kind of a weird fourth dimension, but I was only wondering, um, what is gonna happen to us on Monday? When we're all together once more? I mean I consider yous guys my friends, I'm not wrong, am I?

Andrew: No.

Brian: So, and then on Mon...what happens?

Claire: Are we yet friends, y'all mean? If we're friends now, that is?

Brian: Yeah.

Claire: Do y'all want the truth?

Brian: Yeah, I want the truth.

Claire: I don't think so.

Allison: Well, do you mean all of us or only John?

Claire: With all of you.

Andrew: That'due south a existent overnice mental attitude, Claire!

Claire: Oh, be honest, Andy...if Brian came walking upward to yous in the hall on Monday, what would you exercise? I hateful picture this, you're there with all the sports. I know exactly what yous'd do, you'd say hi to him and when he left you'd cut him all up so your friends wouldn't think you really liked him!

Andrew: No way!

Allison: 'Kay, what if I came upward to you?

Claire: Same exact thing!

John: You lot ARE A BITCH.

Claire: Why? 'Cause I'thousand telling the truth, that makes me a bitch?

John: NO. 'Crusade you know how shitty that is to do someone, and you don't got the balls to stand up up to your friends and tell them you're gonna like who you wanna like.

Claire: Okay, what about you, you hypocrite! Why don't you take Allison to 1 of your heavy metal vomit parties? Or take Brian out to the parking lot at lunch to go high? What about Andy? Dor that thing, what about me? What would your friends say if we were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off and you lot'd probably tell them you were doing it with me so they'd forgive y'all for being seen with me.

John: Don't yous ever talk near my friends. You don't know any of my friends. You don't look at any of my friends. And you lot certainly wouldn't deign to speak to any of my friends. And so you lot only stick to the things you know: shopping, nail shine, your male parent'south BMW, and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean.

Claire: SHUT Upwards!

John: And as far as being concerned about what's gonna happen when y'all and I walk down the hallways of school together, you can forget it cuz it's never gonna happen. Merely bury your caput in the sand and look for your fuckin' prom.

Claire: [Crying] I detest you lot!

John: Yeah? Good!

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Brian: And so I assume that Allison and I are ameliorate people than you guys, huh? United states of america weirdos... [to Allison] Practice you lot, would you do that to me?

Allison: I don't have whatsoever friends.

Brian: Well, if you did?

Allison: No...I don't think the kind of friends I'd have would mind.

Brian: I only wanna tell each of you lot that I wouldn't exercise that...I wouldn't and I will not! 'Crusade I think that's existent shitty.

Claire: Your friends wouldn't mind because they look up to us.

Brian: Y'all're so complacent, Claire. You're so conceited. You're so, like, total of yourself; why are yous similar that?

Claire: [near to cry] I'grand not saying that to be complacent! I detest it! I hate having to get forth with everything my friends say!

Brian: Well, and then why practise y'all exercise it?

Claire: I don't know, I don't-- You don't empathise...you don't. Y'all're non friends with the aforementioned kind of people that Andy and I are friends with! Yous know, you simply don't understand the pressure level that they can put on you!

Brian: I don't understand what? You lot retrieve I don't understand pressure, Claire? Well, fuck you! Fuck you lot! [breaks down, begins to cry] Know why I'm here today? Do you?! I'm hither because Mr. Ryan found a gun in my locker. [Claire gets shocked]

Andrew: Why'd you have a gun in your locker?

Brian: I tried. You pull the fuckin' trunk on it and the light's southward'posed to get on... and it didn't become on, I hateful, I--

Andrew: What's the gun for, Brian?

Brian: Simply forget it.

Andrew: You brought it up, man!

Brian: I can't accept an F; I can't have it and I know my parents can't have it. Fifty-fifty if I aced the rest of the semester, I'm yet merely a B. And everything's ruined for me.

Claire: [softly] Oh, Brian...

Brian: So I considered my options, you know?

Claire: No! Killing yourself is not an pick!

Brian: Well I didn't exercise it, did I? No, I don't think so!

Allison: It was a paw gun?

Brian: No, information technology was a flare gun—went off in my locker.

Andrew: Really? [laughs]

Brian: It'southward not funny. [Andrew tries to finish, but he continues laughing and everyone else begins to laugh] Aye it is. Fuckin' elephant was destroyed!

Allison: Yous wanna know what I did to arrive here? Nothing; I didn't have anything improve to do. [Anybody continues to express joy, at present at Allison] Y'all're laughing at me!

Andrew: No!

Allison: Yep, you lot are!

[Anybody can't cease laughing]

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[last lines]

Brian: Honey Mr. Vernon, nosotros take the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was nosotros did wrong. Only nosotros recall you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who nosotros recall we are and you see u.s. every bit you want to meet us: In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. Merely what we constitute out is that each one of united states is a brain...

Andrew: ...and an athlete...

Allison: ...and a basket instance...

Claire: ...a princess...

John: ...and a criminal.

Brian: Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club. [John raises his arm up in triumph every bit he walks home while he goes out of the football game field]

Taglines [edit]

• They only met once, just it changed their lives forever.
• They were 5 total strangers, with nix in common, coming together for the first time. A brain, a dazzler, a jock, a rebel and a recluse. Before the twenty-four hour period was over, they broke the rules. Bared their souls and touched each other in a way they never dreamed possible.
• Five strangers with aught in common, except each other.

Bandage [edit]

• Emilio Estevez — Andrew "Andy" Clark
• Anthony Michael Hall — Brian Ralph Johnson
• Judd Nelson — John Bender
• Molly Ringwald — Claire Standish
• Ally Sheedy — Allison Reynolds
• Paul Gleason — Vice Primary Richard Vernon
• John Kapelos — Carl, the Janitor

External links [edit]

• The Breakfast Social club quotes at the Internet Movie Database
• The Breakfast Order at Rotten Tomatoes

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Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Breakfast_Club

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