that make the Saturday morning change their
Plot Summary for
The Breakfast Club
When five students are thrown together by Saturday morning detention,
each begins to see the others apart from their stereotypes. Andrew, the jock; Brian, the geek; John, the wastoid;
Claire, the popular Prom Queen; and Allison, the psycho girl; each finds qualities about the others that make the
Saturday morning change their lives.
Brian Johnson, the
Uh, excuse me, fellas? I think we should just write our papers.
I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the physics club...physics club.
You know there's not s'posed to be any monkey business!
You know the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library.
That's seven including the one when we first came in and you asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew that
he raided his closet.
I love his work.
Yeah, but it was only...was only because I didn't want her to know that I was a virgin, okay?
(Explaining why he needs a fake ID) So I can vote!
It's like me, you know, with my grades. Like, when I, when I step outside myself kinda, and when I, when I look
in at myself you know? And I see me and I don't like what I see, I really don't.
I got a F on it. Never got a F in my life.
Bender, did you know without Trigonometry there'd be no engineering?
Then I assume Allison and I are better people than you guys, huh? Us weirdos.
I don't understand what? You think I don't understand pressure, Claire? Well f*ck you! F*ck you!
Know why I'm here today? Do you? I'm here because Mr. Ryan found a gun in my locker.
I can't have an F, I can't have it and I know my parents can't have it! Even if I aced the rest of the semester,
I'm still only a B. And everything's ruined for me!
Andrew Clark, the
Yeah, Mom already reamed me, alright?
If I lose my temper, you're totaled man!
Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off!
So why don't you just shut up! There's four other people in here you know!
You know, Bender, you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You
may as well not even exist at this school.
I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads!
Well you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!
No I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform.
Just me, just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor! Anytime you're ready, pal!
Let's end this right now. You don't talk to her, you don't look at her, and you don't even think about her! You
What's your problem?
You ask me one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you!
Now we're through listening to you, we're going this way.
Yo wasteoid...you're not gonna blaze up in here!
He's like this...he's like this mindless machine that I can't even relate to anymore..."Andrew, you've got
to be number one! I won't tolerate any losers in this family...Your intensity is for shit! Win. Win! WIN!!!"
You son of a bitch! You know, sometimes, I wish my knee would give, and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore.
And he could forget all about me...
the basket case
Yeah? That's very interesting. Now why don't you tell me why you're really
Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke. Your birthday is March 12th, you're five-nine and a half, you weigh a hundred
and thirty pounds, and your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1...3.
What's there to steal? Two bucks and a beaver shot!
My home life is un...satisfying.
No! There's no deal, Sporto. Forget it, leave me alone.
You do everything everybody ever tells you to do, that is a problem!
I'll do anything sexual, I don't need a million dollars to do it either. I already have. I've done just about everything
there is except a few things that are illegal. I'm a nymphomaniac!
I don't think that from a legal standpoint what he did can be construed as rape since I paid him.
Well, if you say you haven't, you're a prude. If you say you have, you're a slut! It's a trap. You want to but
you can't but when you do you wish you didn't, right?
I don't screw to get respect. That's the difference between you and me.
I never did it either, I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm a compulsive liar.
When you grow up, your heart dies.
You wanna know what I did to get in here? Nothing. I didn't have anything better to do.
Hey! I like that black shit.
Please...why are you being so nice to me?
I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday!
I can't believe this is really happening to me...
Why don't you just shut up! Nobody here is interested!
See you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it...
So...academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs.
(On feeling sorry for herself...) Yeah, well if I didn't nobody else would.
Why don't you just shut up?
Can't you just leave me alone?
I wish I was on a plane to France.
Do you know how popular I am? I'm so popular, everybody loves me so much at this school. Do you have any idea how
completely gross that is?
Oh why don't you just forget it...
I can't believe you, you're so weird. You don't say anything all day and then when you open your mouth...you unload
all these tremendous lies all over me!
Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is? Do you want the truth? I don't think so.
Oh, be honest, Andy...if Brian came walking up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? I mean picture
this, you're there with all the sports. I know exactly what you'd do, you'd say hi to him and when he left you'd
cut him all up so your friends wouldn't think you really liked him!
Your friends wouldn't mind because they look up to us...
You're not friends with the same kind of people that Andy and I are friends with! You know, you just don't understand
the pressure that they can put on you!
John Bender, the
|Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?
You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch.
Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!
Come on Sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot...beef... injection?
So it's sorta social...demented and sad, but social. Right?
I wanna be just--like--you! I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights!
Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language!
Dork, you are a parent's wet dream, okay?
But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie!
Uh, Dick? Excuse me, Rich...will milk be made available to us?
You won't accept a guys tongue in your mouth and you're gonna eat that?
Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?
Impossible, sir...It's in Johnson's underwear...
I forgot my pencil...
Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological?
I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling.