Vic:
Hey Deb, How's my soft baby?
Debbie Dunham:
Come on, beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby.
Vic:
Aw, come on honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy.
Debbie Dunham:
Yeah, three weeks? Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose.
Vic:
Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein?
Debbie Dunham:
Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking - it shows.
Terry Fields:
Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have...
Vic:
Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich?
Terry Fields:
Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chucky Chuck.
Vic:
Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut.
Vic:
[pauses]

Vic:
Hey, I'll call you some night Deb. Some night when I'm hard up.
Debbie Dunham:
I won't be home.
Debbie Dunham:
[lights a match and throws it at him as he makes an obscene gesture at her]

Debbie Dunham:
Get out of here.
Terry Fields:
You seem to know a lot of weird guys.
Debbie Dunham:
That creep's not a friend of mine, he's just... *horny*. That's why I like you, you're different.
Terry Fields:
I am? I mean, do you really think I'm intelligent?
Debbie Dunham:
Yeah, and I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew.
[she puts her arm around him, leans over and kisses him]

Debbie Dunham:
Yeah.
Terry Fields:
Brew?
Debbie Dunham:
Yeah.
Terry Fields:
You mean liquor. Yeah, yeah right, liquor. Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.
[starts the car, backs up and pulls out of Mel's Drive-in]

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American Graffiti (1973)

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