(x)
Eddie: What if the clown catches us?
Richie: I have a plan for that.
Eddie: Which is?
Richie: You run one way, I run the other, whoever it catches first, too bad.
Eddie:
Eddie: I hate that plan.
Stan: I just got a new notebook, what should I put in it?
Richie: Put spaghetti in it.
Stan: I’m taking suggestions from anyone else.
Bill: Put spaghetti in it.
Stan: I’m taking suggestions from anyone except you two.
Beverly: Put spaghetti in it.
Stan: I’m no longer taking suggestions.
Richie: [pulls curtain back while Eddie is in the shower]
Richie: Are we--stop screaming, it’s just me--are we out of Cheetos?
Ben: You know what I think? To let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart.
Beverly: Wow. That is really deep.
Ben: Yeah. [holds up slip of paper from a fortune cookie] And your lucky numbers are four, sixteen, five, and forty-nine.
Bill: Th-This may seem like a r-r-really stupid question…
Mike: There are no stupid questions.
Bill: You inherit fi-five million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth a-and s-say they’re going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do?
Mike: That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.
Richie: Is Eddie here?
Stan: Yes.
Richie: Can I talk to him?
Stan: No. You can talk to me.
Richie:
Stan: What do you want to talk about? Life? Love? Common symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases?
Richie [shoving students out of the way]: Out of my way, extras!
Bill: St-Stop calling people "extras" just because you don't know them!
Beverly: God, I hate her.
Richie: Me too.
Beverly: You’ve no idea who I’m talking about.
Richie: Solidarity, sister.
Mike: I've never been in a snowball fight.
Bill: Really?
Mike: I don't know the rules. Is there a point system, or is it to the death?
Beverly: What are you doing?
Ben: Just waiting for my girlfriend. Maybe you’ve seen her. Pretty girl, thinks she can leap tall buildings in a single bound, carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, yet still manages to laugh at some of my jokes.
Beverly: She sounds like a handful.
Ben: Tell me about it.
Henry: You're just a child!
Bill: Well, you're ju-just a teenager.
Eddie: It's dark in here and I’m scared.
Richie: Don’t worry, I got this.
Richie: [stomps feet, sketchers light up]
Bill: You’re feeling particularly sassy today.
Richie: It must be my new glasses prescription.
Richie: Why wouldn't Beverly like you? You're friendly, you're loyal, you're energetic...
Ben: You just described a dog.
Richie: People love dogs!
Mike: You’ll be okay, marshmallow.
Stan: Mike, do you call me “marshmallow” because I’m soft and easily flattened?
Mike: Well, yeah...but, if it makes you feel any better, it’s also because you’re very white
Eddie: What are we going to do? Let's ask someone for help.
Richie: Don't be ridiculous, Eds. We need to confront the terrible horror ourselves and potentially end up hospitalized or dead, like always.