Corey: Brains stick with brains. The bomb could go off and their mutant genes would form the same cliques.
Lloyd: So you’re like monumentally busy?
Diane: Well, no. Not monumentally.
Mr. Court: What are your plans for the future?
Lloyd: To spend as much time possible with Diane before she leaves.
Mr. Court: Seriously Lloyd.
Lloyd: I’m totally and completely serious.
Constance: Why do you eat that stuff? There’s no food in your food.
Mike Cameron: This is one fresh jam. Listen, God, I dont know you very well, but I wanted to ask you: how’d you get Diane Court to go out with you?
Lloyd: I called her up.
Mike: Yeah, but how come it worked? I mean, like, what are you?
Lloyd: I’m Lloyd Dobler.
Mike: This is great. This gives me hope. Thanks.
Diane: You dont like old people?
Lloyd: Me? Sure I do.
Diane: Come on.
Lloyd: Well, except for one thing. I worked at a smorgasbord, and the old people would flock there, and they loved to eat, and they’d just jam their mouths, you know? And they’d just eat with their mouths open, and to be honest, it was too much for me. You get to be thinking about how short life is, and how maybe everything has no meaning, because you wake up, and you’re frying burgers, and you’re like 60, 70, and then you check out, you know? What are you doing? And I dont need to be thinking about those kind of things. Thats the reason……But I’m not sure about all that.
Diane: I think that’s ageism, and that’s being prejudiced against people because they’re old.
Lloyd: Really? Well, you’re really turning me around here.
Diane Court: Nobody thinks it will work, do they?
Lloyd Dobler: No. You just described every great success story.
Lloyd: A career? I’ve thought about this quite a bit sir and I would have to say considering what’s waiting out there for me, I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed or buy anything sold or processed or repair anything sold, bought or processed as a career. I don’t want to do that. My father’s in the army. He wants me to join, but I can’t work for that corporation, so what I’ve been doing lately is kick-boxing, which is a new sport…as far as career longevity, I don’t really know. I can’t figure it all out tonight, sir, so I’m just gonna hang with your daughter.
Corey: Did you sleep with her?
Lloyd: I admit nothing.
DC: Lloyd, it’s us.
Corey: Look at his face! He did the deed.
DC: You’re an inspiration, Lloyd. You should go on the 700 Club or something.
Lloyd Dobler: I got a question. If you guys know so much about women, how come you’re here at like the Gas ‘n’ Sip on a Saturday night completely alone drinking beers with no women anywhere?
Joe: By choice, man!
Diane: I have this theory of convergence, that good things always happen with bad things. I know you have to deal with them at the same time, but I just dont know why they have to happen at the same time. I just wish I could work out some schedule. Am I just babbling? Do you know what I mean?
Corey: Lloyd, listen to me, everything has changed. You had sex. No matter what you might think, nothing will ever be the same between you two. You might be 60, you might be walking down the street, and you’ll talk to her about something, whatever. But what you’ll be really thinking is: we had sex.
Corey: You’re not a guy.
Lloyd: I am.
Corey: No. The world is full of guys. Be a man. Don’t be a guy.
Diane: I just cant have any social life right now.
Lloyd: Don’t worry about it. We’re just having coffee. We’ll be anti-social.
Diane: Be friends?
Lloyd: Yeah. With potential.
Lloyd: Okay, how ya doing? I’m Lloyd, and we’re gonna watch the movie “Cucoon.” I’ve never actually seen it, but I heard its very good, it makes you happy. Its about a group of people who go to outer space…..hope I didn’t give anything away there.
Lloyd: You start out depressed, everything turns out a pleasant surprise.
Lloyd: Wait a minute. What did we just decide?
Diane: We decided….
Lloyd: Am I wrong? Did you just break up with me?
Lloyd: Sounded like you did.
Diane: No, we decided to be friends. I know its a terrible word.
Lloyd: If we’re friends, why can’t we see each other?
Diane: I think we should stop going out on dates.
Lloyd: Ohhh, I feel like a dick. You must think I’m a dick.
Diane: No, I don’t. I don’t.
Lloyd: Yeah, you do.
Diane: Lloyd, we shared the most intimate thing two people can share.
Lloyd: Yeah, you shared it with a dick.
Lloyd: I’m not gonna meet someone like Diane Court at a kegger. I mean this girl was different, man. When we’d go out, we wouldn’t even have to go out. We’d just hang out. This girl made me trust myself. I was walking around, feeling satisfied, can you imagine that? But then she cuts me loose. I dont know why, she wont tell me why. Maybe its because of her father, I dont know. She won’t talk to me. Won’t look at me!
Lloyd: The rain on my car is a baptism. The new me. Iceman. Power Lloyd. My assault on the world begins now. Believe in myself. Answer to no one.
Lloyd: This is it. The site of our controversial first date. I met her at a mall. Should’ve known our relationship was doomed. To our left, we have…..the street where she broke up with me. And there’s the path we took.
Diane: I love you.
Diane: I love you. How many more times do I have to say it?
Lloyd: One more time would be nice.
Diane: I love you. Please? I love you.
Lloyd: One question: are you here because you need someone, or you need me? Forget it, I don’t care.
Diane: I need you.
Lloyd: Hey my brother? Can I borrow a copy of your “Hey Soul Classics”?
J-Man: No my brother, you have to go buy your own.
Diane: I blew it. I called him basic. Can you believe I did that?
Lloyd: Maybe I didn’t really know you. Maybe you were just a mirage. Maybe the world is full of food and sex and spectacle and we’re all just hurling towards an acropolis, in which case it’s not your fault. I’m been thinking about all these things and….you’re probably standing there monitoring. And one more thing — about the letter. Nuke it, flame it, destroy it — it hurts me to know it’s out there. Later.
Corey: Did you see what Mr. Carroll wrote in my yearbook? Well he ridiculed me all year and he writes “you’re a real live wire.” Love Mr. Carroll.