| Eric "Otter" Stratton: |
Hi, Eric Stratton, Rush chairman, damn glad
to meet you. |
| Donald "Boon" Schoenstein: |
Hi, that was Eric Stratton, Rush chairman,
he was damn glad to meet you. |
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| Eric "Otter" Stratton: |
Take it easy, I'm in pre-law, man. |
| Donald "Boon" Schoenstein: |
I thought you're pre-med. |
| Eric "Otter" Stratton: |
What's the difference? |
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| Dean Vernon Wormer: |
The time has come for someone to put his foot
down, and that foot is me. |
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| Robert Hoover: |
We're on double-secret probation, whatever
that is. We can't afford to have a toga party. |
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| Kent "Flounder" Dorfman: |
Excuse me, sir. Is this the Delta House? |
| John "Bluto" Blutarsky: |
Sure, come on in. |
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| John "Bluto" Blutarsky: |
Toga! Toga! |
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| John "Bluto" Blutarsky: |
Food fight! |
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| John "Bluto" Blutarsky: |
"Oh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto. We
might get in trouble."Well, just kiss my ass from now on!
Not me. I'm not gonna take this! Wormer, he's a dead man!
Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer . . . |
| Eric "Otter" Stratton: |
Dead. Bluto's right, psychotic, but absolutely
right. We gotta take these bastards. Now, we could fight 'em
with conventional weapons, that could take years, and cost
millions of lives. No, in this case, I think we have to go
all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a
really futile and stupid gesture, be done on somebody's part. |
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| Donald "Boon" Schoenstein: |
You goin' out tonight, Otter? |
| Eric "Otter" Stratton: |
Uh huh. |
| Donald "Boon" Schoenstein: |
Norma? |
| Eric "Otter" Stratton: |
No, let me give you a hint. She's got a couple
of major league yabos. |
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| Dean Vernon Wormer: |
Who dumped a whole truck-load of fizzies into
the swim-meet? Who delivered the medical school cadavers to
the alumni dinner? Every Halloween, the trees are filled with
underwear. Every spring, the toilets explode. |
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| John "Bluto" Blutarsky: |
Holy sh**! |
| Daniel Simpson Day: |
There were blanks in that gun. |
| Kent "Flounder" Dorfman: |
I didn't even point the gun at him. |
| John "Bluto" Blutarsky: |
Holy sh**! |
| Daniel Simpson Day: |
There were blanks in that gun. |
| Kent "Flounder" Dorfman: |
Maybe he had a heart attack. |
| John "Bluto" Blutarsky: |
Holy sh**! |
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| Kent "Flounder" Dorfman: |
I can't believe I threw up in front of Dean
Wormer. |
| Donald "Boon" Schoenstein: |
Face it, Kent, you threw up on Dean Wormer. |
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| Kent "Flounder" Dorfman: |
May I have 10,000 marbles, please. |
| ----- |
| Dean Vernon Wormer: |
This year we're going to grab the bull by the
balls, and kick those punks off campus. |
| ----- |
| John "Bluto" Blutarsky: |
See if you can guess what I am now . . . I'm
a zit. |
| ----- |
| Dean Vernon Wormer: |
Daniel Simpson Day: has no grade point average,
all courses incomplete. |
| ----- |
| Dean Vernon Wormer: |
Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through
life, son. |
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| Eric "Otter" Stratton: |
Let's take the cheese. |
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| Chip Diller: |
Remain calm. All is well! |
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| Daniel Simpson Day: |
Ramming speed! |
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