Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?
The farmer and the cowman should be friends.
Then, you mean, all this time we could’ve been friends?
You’ve got a friend in me.
“All friendships change. But the good ones, they get stronger because of it.”
You keep thinking, Butch. That’s what you’re good at.
I could think of things I’d never
Thunk before,
And then I’d sit down and think some more
An idea is like a virus. Resilient. Highly contagious. And even the smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you.
If you will not be turned, you will be destroyed.
Yeah, well, you know, that’s just like, uh, your opinion, man.
Well, opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one.
If I save one kid from getting butt-fucked, from having his ass totally reamed until it looks like the Lincoln Tunnel and he can’t stand up for three weeks, then maybe all of this is worth… something. Teachers everywhere have to learn that no means no… at least until we’ve dropped out.
Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?
You’re still here? It’s over. Go home.
I built myself a house.
I build my house of straw, I build my house of hay.
Listen to me. We’ve traced the call… it’s coming from inside the house. Now a squad car’s coming over there right now, just get out of that house!
I don’t deserve this… to die like this. I was building a house.
You’re not even a fucking architect, and you’re a miserable human being!
“I’m an architect for Christ sake, I build 50 story skyscrapers, I assemble cities of the future, I can certainly put together a g–d— diaper.