POP! POP! POP!

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.