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Stand by Me (1986)

Gordie: Suck my fat one you cheap dime store hood.

Gordie: No, seriously, do you think I'm weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everyone's weird.

Vern: Ha! Ha! Very funny, what am I gonna eat? Teddy: Why don't you eat your dick? Chris: It'll be a small meal!

Teddy: Come on guys, by the time we get there the kid won't be dead anymore

[About Goofy.] Chris: He can't be a dog. He wears a hat and drives a car.

Teddy: Jesus H. bald-headed Christ!

Gordie: Fuck writing, I don't want to be a writer. It's stupid, it's a stupid waste of time. Chris: Now that's your dad talking. Gordie: Bullshit. Chris: Bull true.

Teddy: This is my age. I'm in the prime of my youth and I'll only be young once. Chris: Yeah, but you're gonna be stupid for the rest of your life.

Chris: How do you know if a Frenchman has been in your backyard? Teddy: Hey, I'm French, alright? Chris: Your garbage cans are knocked over and your dogs pregnant. Teddy: Hey, I said I was French.

Chris: Why don't you go home and fuck your mother some more?

Gordie: Do you think I'm weird? Chris: Definitely. Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird.

[Chris drags Gordie behind the building to show him his gun.] Gordie: Walking talking Jesus!

Teddy: Fine, you guys can haul your candy asses half way across the state and back, but I'll be on the other side relaxing with my thoughts. Gordie: Do you use your left hand or right hand for that? Teddy: You wish.

Vern Tessio: If I could only have one food for the rest of my life? That's easy. Cherry Pez. Cherry flavor Pez. There's no doubt about it.

Chris: You four-eyed pile of shit. Teddy: A pile of shit has a thousand eyes.

Chris: I'm never gonna get out of this town am I, Gordie? Gordie: You can do anything you want, man. Chris: Yeah, sure. Give me some skin. Gordie: I'll see ya. Chris: Not if I see you first.

Grown Gordie: [voiceover] It happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of our lives like busboys in a restaurant.

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