| The Writer: | "NO TRESPASSING" was enforced by Milo Pressman, the junkman, and his dog Chopper, the most feared and least seen dog in Castle Rock. Legend had it that Milo had trained Chopper not just to sic, but to sic specific parts of the human anatomy. Thus, a kid who had illegally scaled the junkyard fence might hear the dread cry, "Chopper, sic balls!" |
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| Milo Pressman: | Chopper, sic 'em! Sic 'em, boy! |
| The Writer: | Now, he said, "Sic 'em, boy." But, what I heard was, "Chopper, sic balls." |
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| Gordie Lachance: | Shut up! |
| Vern Tessio, Teddy Duchamp, and Chris Chambers: | I don't shut up, I grow up, and when I look at you, I throw up. |
| Gordie Lachance: | And, then your mother goes around the corner, and she licks it up. |
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| Gordie Lachance: | Mickey's a mouse, Donald's a duck, Pluto's a dog. What's Goofy? |
| Teddy Duchamp: | Goofy's a dog. He's definitely a dog. |
| Chris Chambers: | He can't be a dog. He wears a hat and drives a car. |
| Vern Tessio: | God, that's weird. What the Hell is Goofy? |
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| Vern Tessio: | You think Mighty Mouse could beat up Superman? |
| Teddy Duchamp: | What are you cracked? |
| Vern Tessio: | Why not?! I saw the other day he was carrying five elephants in one hand. |
| Teddy Duchamp: | Boy you don't know nothing. Mighty Mouse is a cartoon. Superman is a real guy. No way a cartoon could beat up a real guy. |
| Vern Tessio: | Yeah, maybe you're right. Would be a good fight, 'though. |
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| The Writer: | I wondered how Teddy could care so much for his dad, who practically killed him. And, I couldn't give a sh** about my own dad, who hadn't laid a hand on me since I was three . . . and that was for eating bleach under the sink. |
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| Vern Tessio: | Come on you guys! Let's get moving. |
| Teddy Duchamp: | Yeah, by the time we get there, the kid won't even be dead anymore. |
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| Teddy Duchamp: | [Y]ou guys been watching the Mickey Mouse Club lately? |
| Vern Tessio, Chris Chambers, and Gordie Lachance: | Yeah. |
| Teddy Duchamp: | I think Annette's tits are getting bigger. |
| Chris Chambers: | Think so? |
| Teddy Duchamp: | Yeah, I think so. |
| Gordie Lachance: | Yeah, I think he's right. I've been noticing that the "A" and the "E" are starting to bend around the sides. |
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| Gordie Lachance: | Suck my fat one, you cheap dime-store hood. |
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| Gordie Lachance: | Do you think I'm weird? |
| Chris Chambers: | Definitely. |
| Gordie Lachance: | No, man, seriously. Am I weird? |
| Chris Chambers: | Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird. |
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| Teddy Duchamp: | [W]hile you guys are dragging your candy-asses halfway across the state and back, I'll be waiting for you on the other side, relaxing with my thoughts. |
| Gordie Lachance: | You use your left hand or your right hand for that? |
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| The Writer: | The kid wasn't sick. The kid wasn't sleeping. The kid was dead. |
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| Chris Chambers: | You four-eyed pile of sh**. |
| Teddy Duchamp: | A pile of sh** has a thousand eyes. |
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| The Writer: | Finding new and preferably discussing ways to degrade a friend's mother was always held in high regard. |
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| The Writer: | We talked into the night--the kind of talk that seemed important until you discover girls. |
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| Teddy Duchamp: | Did your mother ever have any kids that lived? |
| Vern Tessio: | What do ya mean? |
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| The Writer: | Billy and Charlie had managed to keep their enormous secret for about 36 hours--a personal record for both of them. |
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| Chris Chambers: | Teddy, act your age. |
| Teddy Duchamp: | This is my age. I'm in the prime of my youth and I'll only be young once. |
| Chris Chambers: | Yeah, but you're going to be stupid for the rest of your life. |
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| Vern Tessio: | What will we tell our folks? |
| Gordie Lachance: | Exactly what you said. We'll all tell our folks we're tenting out in your back field. You tell your folks you're sleeping over at Teddy's. Then we say we're going over to the drag races the next day. We're rock solid 'til dinner tomorrow night. |
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| Chris Chambers: | Skin it. |
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