Richie:
A kid who tells on another kid is a dead kid!
Carl:
Fireworks? What am I gonna do with these?
Richie:
Give 'em to Claude. Let him smoke 'em.
Doberman:
You boys got any special reason to be hiding behind there?
Richie:
Yea, we heard you were horny.
Sloan:
Seems to me like you all were in such a hopped-up hurry to get out of the city that you turned your kids into exactly what you were trying to get away from.
Abby:
Eat it, you stinkin' pig!
Principal:
Mr. White, you're late!
Richie:
I had to take a piss.
Principal:
WHAT did you say?
Richie:
I mean... I had to urinate.
Principal:
Sit *down*!
Doberman:
How long is this blade, White?
Richie:
Three inches. Almost as big as your dick.
Abby:
[laughing]
Richie:
Shut up, SHUT UP
[turns around]
Richie:
Jerk
Claude:
Check out Dirty Harry.
Abby:
You couldn't hit an elephant if it came up and kissed you.
Richie:
Watch this, Baby
Cory:
Ah, I Cant hear anything
Claude:
When the cops practice, they wear those ear things.
Tip:
Hey, I can't swim
Richie:
Grow Fins, Turkey
Mark:
Hey, I think you are all right, man. Anytime you want to come say hello, just leave a message with my secretary. All right?
Carl:
The first day I ever met him he said: "Hi, I'm Ritchie White. I'm on probation."
Carl:
You know, I think you're really beautiful. You are.
Cory:
No, I'm Not
Mark:
How you do, soldier?
Doberman:
Lincoln, the gun
Abby:
Hey, you think Doberman will get fired?
Outlaw:
Ah, hell, fire him. They'll give him a medal.
Mark:
Man, one stick of dynamite would do it.
Cole:
Fred, your son and some of his friends are a part of this problem.
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