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Talk:Dr. Seuss

Only a single link to Category:Authors is allowed by software, so I'm sticking with "Suess, Dr." and not

Be who you are and say what you feel...
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

Did he say this, or not? --75.85.108.54 10:30, 14 July 2007 (UTC)

THE MISATTRIBUTION for this quote is pissing me off. The other quote by Bernard is not the same thing as the Dr. Seuss quote; they are a little similar, but they are hardly the same. They are saying different things. If you can't find a source, then put it under disputed. DON'T HAVE SOME RANDOM QUOTE AND SAY PEOPLE ATTRIBUTE IT DR. SEUSS. It's not true. Who put that there? Is somebody going to do something about it?

 * Despite being widely attributed to Dr. Seuss, there has not yet been located even any mention of an original source of when or where he may have stated this, and the Bernard Baruch quote was certainly widely reported long before any mention exists of Seuss having expressed what clearly seems to be a derivative of it, thus it seems fairly clear that even if he did say or write this, and a source can eventually be located, the precedent of Baruch's comment makes the attribution of the core of it to Seuss improper. ~ Kalki 21:58, 20 April 2008 (UTC)

Why fit in when you were born to stand out.
Attributed to Dr. Seuss on the web but can't find a source. Is there one or is this another internet creation?

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."
Another quote attributed to Dr. Seuss, without a source. ~ Daniel Tomé (talk) 14:39, 1 February 2013 (UTC)

...night before afternoon...
I love this profound poem:

"How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?" ...Dr Seuss.

Does anyone know where the poem originates? It's attributed to Geisel on quite a few sites, but without a specific citation:

 * found at Interactive Media Lab, Journalism and Communications, University of Florida - appears to be an assignment from 2002 to create websites - http://iml.jou.ufl.edu/projects/spring02/white/poems.html
 * also found - http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/180800-how-did-it-get-so-late-so-soon-it-s-night
 * also found in a Ransom District Library event notice - http://allegannews.com/news-union-enterprise/plainwell-library-plans-another-dr-seuss-night
 * also found at Mrs. Jones Room, "Read Across America on March 2!" - http://www.mrsjonesroom.com/themes/seuss.html
 * also a batch more sites.

This is also a wonderful quote, attributed to Geisel, but without a citation:

"There is a genius in every child and a child in every genius." - Dr. Seuss http://iml.jou.ufl.edu/projects/spring02/white/

Thanks for the insight. If specifics can be found, perhaps you will consider adding them here? Wordreader (talk) 05:33, 1 September 2016 (UTC)

and the wolf chewed up the children and spit out their bones
I don't have the 1941 copy of PM Magazine, so I have reverted this edit because I see no proof that it actually happened. Anyone? Ottawahitech (talk) 15:34, 6 March 2021 (UTC)
 * WTF? Weirdly Tyrannical Foolishness, or simply Warped Tediously Foolish TROLLING? — I have long suspected you to be, and increasingly perceive evidence of you very likely being very little more than a malicious troll around here, despite various forms of camouflage and acceptable edits. I am continuing to examine many aspects of many things that have occurred in recent years, and still analyzing and assessing them to the extent time permits — but you have increasingly deleted various anti-tyrannical and anti-fascist quotes and captions on what I perceive to be various dubious or ridiculous pretexts and pretensions of virtuous motivations, and I have retained some doubts and uncertainties about many things that seem likely; but this is clearly so: You just deleted a historical image of a satirical political cartoon by Dr.Seuss long residing in the Wikimedia Commons, captioned with the caption that exists in the image, and justify this with the ASININE assertion: "I see no proof that it actually happened" — You're actions truly have become increasingly contemptible here, and I mean to make some extensive observations on this fact within the next couple of weeks. I remain primarily busy with many other things, but will attend to such matters to the extent time permits. ~ ♞☤☮♌Kalki ⚚⚓⊙☳☶⚡ 17:44, 6 March 2021 (UTC) + tweaks
 * Users like Ottawahitech are discussing hundreds of things at once, opening a new discussion and participating in old discussions. Due to the number of discussions they participate in, they are in some cases not very much informed about the issues they are discussing, and make claims without having researched the issue, and this can give the wrong impression of trolling. I think it is wrong to characterize this as trolling. The removal of the image and quote from this article is however not understandable to me. -- ო ~ #SheSaid 13:14, 9 March 2021 (UTC)

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Robert X. Cringely

Robert X. Cringely, real name Mark Stephens, (born Jan. 1953) is an American computer journalist and broadcaster.

Quotes

 * If the automobile had followed the same development as the computer, a Rolls Royce would today cost $100 and get a million miles per gallon, and explode once a year killing everyone inside.
 * Robert X. Cringely (1989), "Noted from the field" in: InfoWorld magazine, Vol. 11, nr. 10, March 6, 1989, p. 94

 * More proof that trusting the Feds to protect our information is like hiring Homer Simpson to guard the donuts.
 * Discussing U.S. government personal data mining at the same time its agencies are losing "hundreds of laptops" with sensitive data

 * What you have to watch out for are the theories that claim to be infallible. Because the only way their believers can win is to stomp out everyone who disagrees with them.

 * If you ask someone whether our Constitutional rights are being flushed down the porcelain oubliette, and their response is, "If I answer that honestly they'll arrest me," then you already have your answer.
 * Discussing Ladar Levison's statement that he couldn't legally explain why he had to shut down secure-email system Lavabit or "become complicit in crimes against the American people"

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Talk:Stranger in a Strange Land

Miscellaneous quotes
I see that this page is organized by sections of the book. I have just added a Jubal Harshaw quote I've treasured for a while, but I don't know where in the book it occurs, nor did I record its context. I created the "Miscellaneous quotes" section so that "Stranger" fans can add such quotes, but I certainly wouldn't object to the organizers of this page moving these quotes to appropriate locations. — Jeff Q 00:24, 21 Aug 2004 (UTC)

Merge from Transwiki:Jubal Harshaw
History:

This article was transwikied from Jubal Harshaw. Dmcdevit 08:15, 7 August 2005 (UTC)

The history of the article there was: * (cur) (last) 03:07, July 23, 2005 MakeRocketGoNow (recat) * (cur) (last) 07:33, April 9, 2005 WBardwin (moved paragraph/intro sentence to quotations.) * (cur) (last) 07:30, April 9, 2005 WBardwin (→Quotations - format.) * (cur) (last) 07:29, April 9, 2005 WBardwin (section/sequence.) * (cur) (last) 09:27, March 15, 2005 JamesMLane (Jubal --> Harshaw, other wording cleanups) * (cur) (last) 05:02, March 11, 2005 JubalHarshaw m (expanding entry) * (cur) (last) 20:27, March 10, 2005 Mailer diablo ({{Move to Wikiquote}}) * (cur) (last) 19:40, March 10, 2005 JubalHarshaw m (touchup) * (cur) (last) 19:32, March 10, 2005 JubalHarshaw (fleshing out the entry) * (cur) (last) 18:56, March 10, 2005 JubalHarshaw (stub for Jubal Harshaw, fictional sci-fi character)

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* (cur) (last) 10:14, 7 August 2005 Dmcdevit (template) * (cur) (last) 10:13, 7 August 2005 Dmcdevit (transwikied from w:Jubal Harshaw)

Merged by me. ~ MosheZadka (Talk) 08:14, 22 August 2005 (UTC)

Some notes on the clean-up
I just finished a general clean up, and I'd like to note some things that I think future editors of this page might want to keep in mind.

 * BOLDING It's really not a good practice to bold only certain parts of a quote. I understand that the point is to emphasize a certain section of a longer quote, but if that's necessary, you should really consider just using the shorter quote.  When you bold something, you are usurping the writer's perogative to emphasize what he or she wants to have emphasized, and you thereby alter the quote.  This is the equivalent to imposing a point of view, which (as I understand it) is a WikiProject no-no.  (It's true that simply by selecting the quote you've exhibited a point of view, but that's really as far as it should go.)  When people in argumentation add emphasis to an existing quote, they're usually careful to note this in some way -- such as writing "emphasis added" at the end -- because it alerts the reader to the fact that the quoters POV is being asserted.  In this clean-up I've endeavored to remove all bolding.

 * UC and FE The only thing I've done is to put all of these into italics so they stand out from the rest of the text.

 * ILLUSTRATIONS I'm not sure what the WikiQuote policy is, but it seems to me that the illustrations here are borderline -- aren't they rather the illustrator's POV about the quote illustrated? In any event I've left them alone, but I would like to suggest that if you put in illustrations you try to space them so they don't cause a lot of white space to appear between quotes or sections.  It's not really necessary that the illustration be right next to the quote it's illustrating, especially if that mucks up the spacing.

I think that's about it. Oh, I cleaned up the formatting of the lede paragraph as well. Ed Fitzgerald 07:52, 18 April 2007 (UTC)

Explanation of cherishing?
I really liked the concept of accepting, groking, and cherishing everything, from this book. Is this practice actually explained anywhere in a good quote, or is it just something mentioned in passing until you get it?

 * Not that I recall, though much time has passed since I read it. I think you just have to grok it. ~ Ningauble 18:31, 1 September 2011 (UTC)

Adding citations to the Uncut edition
I was wanting to add page numbers, part & chapter numbers to this page. As a way to give a more complete cite to the Uncut Ace/Putnam 1991 edition.

After that is done successfully then to do the same with the cut edition. Here I would have to use one of the many published editions, specify which one I am giving pages numbers for, put then give the 'Part # and Chapter #' so that it would guide someone to the general location of the quote in their different edition.

I'm new here and very intimidated by all the technical details of how to do this correctly.

I've already printed out the quotes and begun to locate the quotes and write the 'chapter & verse' citation for them on my print out. The next step is of course putting this onto the wiki page.

I don't want to do that until I actually know what I am doing! GJaron 20:09, 10 January 2012 (UTC)

 * Your efforts to improve the page are very welcome — I had been meaning to do cleanup myself on it for some time, but have had other priorities. I would suggest using the double asterisks to format interlinear notations when adding the various page numbers — as the parentheses used around (UC) and (FE) designations in creating this page were just an initial experiment, and I believe more expansive interlinear formatting would probably look better overall. ~ ♞☮♌Kalki·†·⚓⊙☳☶⚡ 20:17, 10 January 2012 (UTC) + tweak

I did like the use of (UC)since then I could give the publisher and date of publication only once when the designation is introduced. Then each quote with have something like this " UC Chap # Part # p. #". GJaron 00:27, 12 January 2012 (UTC)

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Starship Troopers

Starship Troopers (1959) by Robert A. Heinlein is a controversial science fiction novel that received a Hugo Award in 1960 and is the only science fiction novel on the reading lists of four out of five of the United States military academies, as well as the official reading lists of the United States Army and the United States Marine Corps. It has been in continuous print since its first printing in 1959.
 * See also: Starship Troopers (film)

Chapter 1

 * Come on, you apes! You wanta live forever?
 * Epigraph, quoting Dan Daly, 1918, p. 1
 * However, Dany Daly did not recall saying the phrase to Smedley Butler in 1919 and the original book quoted it as Unknown Sergeant. USMC Museum
 * I always get the shakes before a drop. I've had the injections, of course, and hypnotic preparation, and it stands to reason that I can't really be afraid. The ship's psychiatrist has checked my brain waves and asked me silly questions while I was asleep and he tells me that it isn't fear, it isn't anything important — it's just like the trembling of an eager race horse in the starting gate. I couldn't say about that; I've never been a race horse. But the fact is: I'm scared silly, every time.
 * Juan Rico, p. 1, opening paragraph, internal monologue before the raid on the Skinnies

 * "Rasczak's Roughnecks have got a reputation to uphold. The Lieutenant told me before he bought it to tell you that he will always have his eye on you every minute... and that he expects your names to shine!"
 * SGT Jelal, p. 3, speech shortly before the raid, which is the first mission he commands after the Lieutenant's death.

Chapter 2

 * "My mother said violence never solves anything." "So?" Mr. Dubois looked at her bleakly. "I'm sure the city fathers of Carthage would be glad to know that."
 * Lt. Col. Jean V. Dubois (Ret.), p. 25; exchange between him and a student

He sighed. "Another year, another class — and for me another failure. One can lead a child to knowledge but one cannot make him think." Suddenly he pointed his stump at me. "You. What is the moral difference, if any, between the soldier and the civilian?" "The difference, I said carefully, "lies in the field of civic virtue. '''A soldier accepts personal responsibility for the safety of the body politic of which he is a member, defending it, if need be, with his life. The civilian does not.'''" "The exact words of the book," he said scornfully. "But do you understand it? Do you believe it?"
 * " … I was not making fun of you personally; I was heaping scorn on an inexcusably silly idea — a practice I shall always follow. Anyone who clings to the historically untrue and thoroughly immoral doctrine that violence never settles anything I would advise to conjure up the ghosts of Napoleon Bonaparte and the Duke of Wellington and let them debate it. The ghost of Hitler could referee and the jury might well be the Dodo, the Great Auk, and the Passenger Pigeon. Violence, naked force, has settled more issues in history than has any other factor, and the contrary opinion is wishful thinking at its worst. Breeds that forget this basic truth have always paid for it with their lives and their freedoms."
 * Lt. Col. Jean V. Dubois (Ret.) and student, p. 26

 * "But if you want to serve and I can't talk you out of it, then we have to take you, because that's your constitutional right. It says that everybody, male or female, should have his born right to pay his service and assume full citizenship — but the facts are that we are getting hard pushed to find things for all the volunteers to do that aren't just glorified KP. You can't all be real military men; we don't need that many and most of the volunteers aren't number-one soldier material anyhow...[W]e've had to think up a whole list of dirty, nasty, dangerous jobs that will ... at the very least make them remember for the rest of their lives that their citizenship is valuable to them because they've paid a high price for it ... A term of service is ... either real military service, rough and dangerous even in peacetime ... or a most unreasonable facsimile thereof."
 * Fleet SGT Ho, Pages 29-30, attempting to dissuade Juan Rico and Carl from enlisting.

Chapter 3

 * "Don't you know about SGT's? ... They don't have mothers. Just ask any trained private." He blew smoke towards us. "They reproduce by fission ... like all bacteria."
 * Instructor-Corporal Bronski, p. 50.

Chapter 4

 * I made a very important discovery at Camp Currie. Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more. All the wealthy, unhappy people you've ever met take sleeping pills; Mobile Infantrymen don't need them. Give a cap trooper a bunk and time to sack out in it, and he's as happy as a worm in an apple—asleep.
 * Juan Rico, p. 52, Internal monologue on basic training.

Chapter 5

 * There are no dangerous weapons; there are only dangerous men.
 * SGT Charles Zim, p. 64; responding to Ted Hendrick's question on the purpose of knife-throwing.

 * "If you wanted to teach a baby a lesson, would you cut its head off? Of course not. You'd paddle it. There can be circumstances when it's just as foolish to hit an enemy city with an H-bomb as it would be to spank a baby with an axe. War is not violence and killing, pure and simple; war is controlled violence, for a purpose. The purpose of war is to support your government's decisions by force. The purpose is never to kill the enemy just to be killing him...but to make him do what you want him to do. Not killing...but controlled and purposeful violence. But it's not your business or mine to decide the purpose of the control. It's never a soldier's business to decide when or where or how—or why—he fights; that belongs to the statesmen and the generals. The statesmen decide why and how much; the generals take it from there and tell us where and when and how. We supply the violence; other people—'older and wiser heads,' as they say—supply the control. Which is as it should be."
 * SGT Charles Zim, p. 63; responding to Ted Hendrick's question on the purpose of infantrymen in the nuclear age.

Chapter 6

 * The most noble fate a man can endure is to place his own mortal body between his loved home and the war's desolation.
 * Lt. Col. Jean V. Dubois (Ret.), p. 91; this quote pays homage to the beginning of the 4th stanza of The US National Anthem: "Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand/Between their loved home and the war's desolation!"

 *  "Value" has no meaning other than in relationship to living beings. The value of a thing is always relative to a particular person, is completely personal and different in quantity for each living human — "market value" is a fiction, merely a rough guess at the average of personal values, all of which must be quantitatively different or trade would be impossible. … This very personal relationship, "value", has two factors for a human being: first, what he can do with a thing, its use to him… and second, what he must do to get it, its cost to him. There is an old song which asserts that "the best things in life are free". Not true! Utterly false! This was the tragic fallacy which brought on the decadence and collapse of the democracies of the twentieth century; those noble experiments failed because the people had been led to believe that they could simply vote for whatever they wanted… and get it, without toil, without sweat, without tears. … I fancy that the poet who wrote that song meant to imply that the best things in life must be purchased other than with money — which is true — just as the literal meaning of his words is false. The best things in life are beyond money; their price is agony and sweat and devotion . . . and the price demanded for the most precious of all things in life is life itself — ultimate cost for perfect value."
 * Lt. Col. Jean V. Dubois (Ret.), pp. 93-94

"You know darn well I placed fourth!" "Exactly! The prize for first place is worthless to you . . . because you haven't earned it. But you enjoy a modest satisfaction in placing fourth; you earned it."
 * "You! I've just awarded you the prize for the hundred-meter dash. Does it make you happy? […] No dodging, please. You have the prize — here, I'll write it out: 'Grand prize for the championship, one hundred-meter sprint.'" He had actually come back to my seat and pinned it on my chest. "There! Are you happy? You value it — or don't you?" Mr. Dubois had looked surprised. "It doesn't make you happy?"
 * Lt. Col. Jean V. Dubois (Ret.), pp. 93-94

Chapter 8

 * That old saw about "to understand all is to forgive all" is a lot of tripe. Some things, the more you understand the more you loathe them.
 * Juan Rico, p. 111, internal monologue on the execution of Dillinger.

 * "Ah yes, [ life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness ] ... Life? What 'right' to life has a man who is drowning in the Pacific? The ocean will not hearken to his cries. What 'right' to life has a man who must die to save his children? If he chooses to save his own life, does he do so as a matter of 'right'? If two men are starving and cannibalism is the only alternative to death, which man's right is 'unalienable'? And is it 'right'? As to liberty, the heroes who signed the great document pledged themselves to buy liberty with their lives. Liberty is never unalienable; it must be redeemed regularly with the blood of patriots or it always vanishes. Of all the so-called natural human rights that have ever been invented, liberty is least likely to be cheap and is never free of cost. The third 'right'?—the 'pursuit of happiness'? It is indeed unalienable but it is not a right; it is simply a universal condition which tyrants cannot take away nor patriots restore. Cast me into a dungeon, burn me at the stake, crown me king of kings, I can 'pursue happiness' as long as my brain lives—but neither gods nor saints, wise men nor subtle drugs, can ensure that I will catch it."
 * Lt. Col. Jean V. Dubois (Ret.), p. 119; expanding on his statement that "a human being has no natural rights of any nature."

 * "I told you that 'juvenile delinquent' is a contradiction in terms. 'Delinquent' means 'failing in duty.' But duty is an adult virtue—indeed a juvenile becomes an adult when, and only when, he acquires a knowledge of duty and embraces it as dearer than the self-love he was born with. There never was, there cannot be a 'juvenile delinquent.' But for every juvenile criminal there are always one or more adult delinquents—people of mature years who either do not know their duty, or who, knowing it, fail."
 * Lt. Col. Jean V. Dubois (Ret.), p. 120

Chapter 9

 * There are a dozen different ways of delivering destruction in impersonal wholesale, via ships or missiles of one sort or another, catastrophes so widespread, so unselective that the war is over because that nation or planet has ceased to exist. What we do is entirely different. We make war as personal as a punch in the nose. We can be selective, applying precisely the required amount of pressure at the specified point at a designated time. We've never been told to go down and kill or capture all left-handed redheads in a particular area, but if they tell us to, we can. We will. We are the boys who will go to a particular place, at H-hour, occupy a designated terrain, stand on it, dig the enemy out of their holes, force them then and there to surrender or die. We're the bloody infantry, the doughboy, the duckfoot, the foot soldier who goes where the enemy is and takes them on in person. We've been doing it, with changes in weapons but very little change in our trade, at least since the time five thousand years ago when the foot sloggers of Sargon the Great forced the Sumerians to cry "Uncle!"
 * Juan Rico, p. 99

Chapter 10

 * The historians can't seem to settle whether to call this one "The Third Space War" (or the "Fourth"), or whether "The First Interstellar War" fits it better. We just call it "The Bug War" if we call it anything, which we usually don't and in any case the historians date the beginning of "war" after the time I joined my first outfit and ship. Everything up to then and still later were "incidents," "patrols," or "police actions." However, you are just as dead if you buy the farm in an "incident" as you are if you buy it in a declared war."
 * Juan Rico, p. 131; internal monologue on the start of the Bug War.

 * Operation Bughouse should have been called "Operation Madhouse." Everything went wrong. It had been planned as an all-out move to bring the enemy to their knees, occupy their capital and the key points of their home planet, and end the war. Instead it damn near lost the war. I am not criticizing General Diennes. I don't know whether it's true that he demanded more troops and more support and allowed himself to be overruled by the Sky Marshal-in-Chief—or not. Nor was it any of my business. Furthermore I doubt if some of the smart second-guessers know all the facts. What I do know is that the General dropped with us and commanded us on the ground and, when the situation became impossible, he personally led the diversionary attack that allowed quite a few of us (including me) to be retrieved—and, in so doing, bought his farm. He's radioactive debris on Klendathu and it's much too late to court-martial him, so why talk about it?
 * Juan Rico, p. 134; internal monologue on the Battle of Klendathu.

 * There was no god but the Lieutenant and SGT Jelal was his prophet.
 * Juan Rico, p. 140, on his new outfit, Rasczak's Roughnecks

 * "Peace" is a condition in which no civilian pays any attention to military casualties which do not achieve page-one, lead-story prominence-unless that civilian is a close relative of one of the casualties. But, if there ever was a time in history when "peace" meant that there was no fighting going on, I have been unable to find out about it.
 * Juan Rico, p. 82, internal monologue on the start of the Bug War.

Chapter 12

 * Service men are not brighter than civilians. In many cases civilians are much more intelligent. That was the sliver of justification underlying the attempted coup d' etat just before the Treaty of New Delhi, the so-called 'Revolt of the Scientists': let the intelligent elite run things and you'll have utopia. It fell flat on its foolish face of course. Because the pursuit of science, despite its social benefits, is itself not a social virtue; its practitioners can be men so self-centered as to be lacking in social responsibility.

 * I have never been able to see how a thirty-year-old moron can vote more wisely than a fifteen-year-old genius . . . but that was the age of the "divine right of the common man." Never mind, they paid for their folly.

 * To vote is to wield authority; it is the supreme authority from which all other authority derives—such as mine to make your lives miserable once a day. Force if you will!—the franchise is force, naked and raw, the Power of the Rods and the Ax. Whether it is exerted by ten men or by ten billion, political authority is force.

 * To permit irresponsible authority is to sow disaster; to hold a man responsible for anything he does not control is to behave with blind idiocy. The unlimited democracies were unstable because their citizens were not responsible for the fashion in which they exerted their sovereign authority . . . other than through the tragic logic of history. The unique 'poll tax' that we must pay was unheard of. No attempt was made to determine whether a voter was socially responsible to the extent of his literally unlimited authority. If he voted the impossible, the disastrous possible happened instead—and responsibility was then forced on him willy-nilly and destroyed both him and his foundationless temple.

 * Without debating the usefulness or morality of planned parenthood, it may be verified by observation that any breed which stops its own increase gets crowded out by breeds which expand.

 * Man is what he is, a wild animal with the will to survive, and (so far) the ability, against all competition. Unless one accepts that, anything one says about morals, war, politics—you name it—is nonsense. Correct morals arise from knowing what man is—not what do-gooders and well-meaning old Aunt Nellies would like him to be. The universe will let us know—later—whether or not Man has any "right" to expand through it. In the meantime the M.I. will be in there, on the bounce and swinging, on the side of our own race.

Chapter 13

 * "Bugs, Mr. Rico. Zillions of em!"
 * Hughes, p. 248; reporting on a bug assault to LT Juan Rico on Planet P.

Chapter 14

 * "One last thing. I had a letter from Captain Jelal just before we left. He says that his new legs work fine. But he also told me to tell you that he's got you in mind... And that he expects your names to shine!"
 * Juan Rico, p. 262, his speech shortly before his first mission commanding the Roughnecks, echoing Jelal at the beginning of the novel.

 * "To the everlasting glory of the Infantry—"
 * Last line of the novel, From The Ballad of Rodger Young, p. 263

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Juan Rico (or Johnnie Rico)

 * With national governments in collapse at the end of the XXth century, something had to fill the vacuum, and in many cases it was the returned veterans. They had lost a war, most of them had no jobs, many were sore as could be over the terms of the Treaty of New Delhi, especially the P.O.W. foul-up — and they knew how to fight. But it wasn't revolution; it was more like what happened in Russia in 1917 — the system collapsed; somebody else moved in. The first known case, in Aberdeen, Scotland, was typical. Some veterans got together as vigilantes to stop rioting and looting, hanged a few people (including two veterans) and decided not to let anyone but veterans on their committee. Just arbitrary at first — they trusted each other a bit, they didn't trust anyone else. What started as an emergency measure became constitutional practice in a generation or two. (Pg. 179)

 * In a mixed ship, the last thing a trooper hears before a drop (maybe the last word he ever hears) is a woman's voice, wishing him luck. If you don't think this is important, you've probably resigned from the human race.

 * If it has to be done, a man — a real man — shoots his own dog himself; he doesn't hire a proxy who may bungle it.

Lt. Col. Jean V. Dubois (Ret.)

 * Morals — all correct moral laws — derive from the instinct to survive. Moral behavior is survival behavior above the individual level.

 * I do not understand objections to 'cruel and unusual' punishment. While a judge should be benevolent in purpose; his awards should cause the criminal to suffer, else there is no punishment - and pain is the basic mechanism built into us by millions of years of evolution which safeguards us by warning when something threatens our survival. Why should society refuse to use such a highly perfected survival mechanism?

 * The basis of all morality is duty.

 * When you come right to it, it is easier to die than it is to use your head.

 * Basic truths cannot change and once a man of insight expresses one of them it is never necessary, no matter how much the world changes, to reformulate them. This is immutable, true everywhere, throughout all time, for all men and all nations.

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Jaws (film)

Jaws is a 1975 American film about a police chief, a scientist, and a grizzled shark hunter who set out to kill a great white shark that is menacing the seaside community of Amity Island.
 * Directed by: Steven Spielberg. Written by Peter Benchley and Carl Gottlieb, based on the novel by Peter Benchley.

Don't go in the water. Taglines

Chief Martin Brody

 * "Slow ahead." I can go slow ahead. Come on down here and chum some of this shit. [the shark suddenly appears, causing Brody to recoil in shock] You're gonna need a bigger boat.
 * Note: the bolded line is ranked #35 in the American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.
 * [Aiming an M1 Garand] Smile, you son-of-a...! [Shoots the air tank in the shark's mouth; the shark explodes]

Matt Hooper

 * [about Mayor Vaughn] I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch.
 * [the shark crashes into the boat killing the power] It ate the light.

Quint

 * Y'all know me. Know how I earn a livin'. I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy. Bad fish! Not like going down to the pond and chasing bluegills and tommycods. This shark, swallow ya whole. Little shakin', little tenderizin', down you go. And we gotta do it quick, that'll bring back the tourists, that'll put all your businesses on a payin' basis. But it's not gonna be pleasant! I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay alive, then ante up. If you want to play it cheap, be on welfare the whole winter. I don't want no volunteers, I don't want no mates, there's too many captains on this island. $10,000 for me by myself. For that you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing.
 * Here lies the body of Mary Lee; died at the age of a hundred and three. For fifteen years she kept her virginity; not a bad record for this vicinity.

Mayor Larry Vaughn

 * I don't think you appreciate the gut reaction people have to these things...Martin, It's all psychological. You yell 'Barracuda,' everybody says 'Huh? What?' You yell 'Shark,' we've got a panic on our hands on the Fourth of July.

Dialogue

 * Mayor Vaughn: We're really a little anxious that you're, ah, you're rushing into something serious here. It's your first summer, you know.
 * Chief Brody: What does that mean?
 * Mayor Vaughn: I'm only trying to say that Amity is a summer town. We need summer dollars. If people can't swim here, they'll be glad to swim in the beaches of Cape Cod, the Hamptons, Long Island.
 * Chief Brody: That doesn't mean we have to serve them up as smorgasbord.
 * Harry Meadows: We've never had that kind of trouble in these waters.

 * [Martin and the Medical Examiner walk Matt Hooper into the morgue]
 * Chief Brody: Why don't we show Mr. Hooper our accident?
 * [Martin gets the remains out of a locker while Hooper reads aloud the paper report]
 * Hooper: Uh, victim's name is Christine Watkins, female caucasian...probable boating accident. The height and weight of the victim can only be estimated from the partial remains.
 * [Hooper uncovers the tray of the remains, panting in nausea and shock]
 * Hooper: The torso has been severed in mid-thorax. There are no major organs remaining. May I have a glass of water please?
 * Medical Examiner: Sure.
 * Hooper: Right arm has been severed with massive tissue loss in the upper musculature. Thank you very much.
 * [Hooper sips his water]
 * Hooper: Partially denuded bone remaining. [to inspector] This was no boating accident. [to Brody] Did you notify the Coast Guard about this?
 * Chief Brody: No. It was only local jurisdiction.
 * Hooper: The left arm, head, shoulder, sternum, and portions of the rib cage are intact. [to Brody] Do not smoke in here! Thank you very much. [Holds up arm] This is what happens. It indicates the non-frenzy feeding of a large squalus, possibly longimonus, or Isurus Glaucus. Now, the enormous amount of tissue loss prevents any detailed analysis. However the attacking squalus must be considerably larger than any normal squalus found in these waters. Did you get on a boat and check these waters?
 * Chief Brody: No.
 * Hooper: [to Inspector] Well, this is not a boating accident! It wasn't any propeller, it wasn't any coral reef, and it wasn't Jack the Ripper! It was a shark.

 * Hooper: Martin, there's all kinds of sharks in the water, you know? Hammerheads, whitetips, blues, makos, and the possibility that these bozos caught the exact shark that-
 * Chief Brody: Oh, there's no other shark like this in these waters!
 * Hooper: Martin, Martin, it's a hundred to one. A hundred to one. Now, I'm not saying it's not the shark. It probably is, Martin, it probably is! It's a man-eater, it's extremely rare for these waters. But the fact is, the bite radius on this animal is different than the wounds on the victim. I just- I wanna be sure. You wanna be sure, we all wanna be sure, okay? Now, what I wanna do is very simple; the digestive system on this animal is very, very slow. Let's cut it open, whatever it's eaten in the past 24 hours is bound to still be in there, and then we'll be sure.
 * Chief Brody: ...well, I guess it would be the only way to confirm it, huh?
 * Mayor Vaughn: Look, fellas, let's be reasonable. This is not the time or the place, to perform some half-assed autopsy on a fish. And I am not going to stand here and see that thing cut open, and see that little Kintner boy spill out all over the dock!

 * Mrs. Kintner: Chief Brody?
 * Chief Brody: Yes?
 * [Mrs. Kintner slaps Brody and sobs]
 * Mrs. Kintner: I just found out, that a girl got killed here last week, and you knew it! You knew there was a shark out there! You knew it was dangerous! But you let people go swimming anyway? You knew all those things! But still my boy is dead now. And there's nothing you can do about it. My boy is dead. I wanted you to know that.
 * [Mrs. Kintner walks away]
 * Mayor Vaughn: I'm sorry, Martin. She's wrong.
 * Chief Brody: [heartbroken] No, she's not.

 * Ellen: Martin hates boats. Martin hates water. Martin - Martin sits in his car when we go on the ferry to the mainland. I guess it's a childhood thing. It's a - there's a clinical name for it, isn't there?
 * Chief Brody: Drowning! Isn't it true that most people are attacked by sharks in three feet of water and about ten feet from the beach.
 * Hooper: Yes, that's true.
 * Chief Brody: And that... and that before people started to swim for recreation - I mean before sharks knew what they were missing - that a lot of these attacks weren't reported?
 * Hooper: That's right.
 * Chief Brody: Now this shark that, that swims alone...
 * Hooper: A rogue.
 * Chief Brody: Rogue, yeah, now this guy, he - he keeps swimming around in a place where the feeding is good until the food supply is gone, right?
 * Hooper: It's called "territoriality". It's just a theory that I happen to... agree with.
 * Chief Brody: Then why don't we have one more drink and go down and cut that shark open.
 * Ellen: Martin? Can you do that?
 * Chief Brody: I can do anything, I'm the chief of police.

 * Hooper: [he and Martin have just taken the recently caught tiger shark to a boathouse for an autopsy] We start in the alimentary canal, and open the digestive tract. [stomach fluid pours out as Hooper cuts the shark open, and throws out 2 dead fish and a can] Ah! Just like I thought.
 * Chief Brody: What?
 * Hooper: Came up in the Gulf stream, from southern waters. [throws out a Louisiana license plate; Chief Brody picks it up and examines it]
 * Chief Brody: He didn't eat a car, did he?
 * Hooper: No. [laughs] Tiger shark's like a garbage can, it'll eat anything. Someone probably threw that in the river. [slides over to Chief Brody] Hoo, that's it.
 * Chief Brody: [now knowing the crisis hasn't been resolved yet] I've got to close the beach, call the mayor.
 * Hooper: You've got a bigger problem than that, Martin. You still got a hell of a fish out there, with a mouth about this big. [gestures with his hands demonstrating the width of a big mouth]

 * Chief Brody: This is a great white, Larry. A big one. Any shark expert in the world will tell you it's a killer, it's a man-eater!
 * Hooper: Look, the situation is that apparently a great white shark has staked a claim in the waters off Amity island. And he is going to continue to feed here as long as there is food in the water.
 * Chief Brody: And there's no limit of what he's going to do. I mean we've already had three incidents. Two people were killed in a week and it's gonna happen again. It happened before, The Jersey Beach, 1916. Five people were killed.
 * Hooper: In one week.
 * Chief Brody: Tell him about the swimmers!
 * Hooper: A shark is attracted to the exact kind of splashing and activity that occurs whenever human beings go swimming. You cannot avoid it.
 * Chief Brody: You open the beaches on the Fourth of July is like ringing the dinner bell for Christ's sake!
 * Hooper: Look Mr. Vaughn, I pulled a tooth the size of a shot glass out of the wrecked hull of a boat out there and it was the tooth of a great white.
 * Chief Brody: It was Ben Gardner's boat, it was all chewed up. I helped tow it in, you should've seen it!
 * Mayor Vaughn: Where is that tooth? Did you see it, Brody?
 * Chief Brody: No, I didn't see it. He dropped it on the way in.
 * Hooper: I had an accident.
 * Mayor Vaughn: And what did you say the name of this shark is?
 * Hooper: It's a Carcharodon carcharias. It's a great white.
 * Mayor Vaughn: And you don't have the tooth? Look, we depend on the summer people here for our very lives-
 * Hooper: You're not gonna have a summer unless you deal with this problem!
 * Chief Brody: We're not only going to have to close the beach, we're going to have to hire somebody to kill the shark! I mean we're going to have to tell the Coast Guard!
 * Hooper: Mr. Vaughn, you'll have to contact the Shark Research Panel. You'll have to ring this entire harbor!
 * Mayor Vaughn: I don't think either one of you are familiar with our problems!
 * Hooper: I think that I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this particular problem until it swims up and bites you IN THE ASS! Now wait a second, wait a second. There are two ways to deal with this problem: you either kill this animal, or you're gonna cut off his food supply!

 * Hooper: Mr. Vaughn, what we are dealing with here is a perfect engine, an eating machine. It's really a miracle of evolution. All this machine does is swim and eat and make little sharks, and that's all. Now, why don't you take a long, close look at this sign. [refers to billboard graffiti] Those proportions are correct.
 * Mayor Vaughn: Love to prove that, wouldn't ya? Get your name into the National Geographic.

 * [In the hospital, Martin walks over to Larry]
 * Mayor Vaughn: I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry.
 * [Martin pulls Larry aside]
 * Chief Brody: You got a pen, Larry?
 * Mayor Vaughn: A pen?
 * Chief Brody: Yeah, a pen! You know. 'Cause you're gonna do what you do best: you're gonna sign this voucher so I can hire a contractor.
 * Mayor Vaughn: I don't think I can do that without-
 * Chief Brody: I'm gonna hire Quint to kill the shark!
 * [Larry nods, and starts to think]
 * Mayor Vaughn: August, August...
 * Chief Brody: August? What are you talking about? Larry, summer's over. You're the mayor of "Shark City!" These people think you want the beaches open!
 * Mayor Vaughn: I was-I was acting-in the town's best interest-
 * Chief Brody: That's right! You were! You were acting in the town's best interest, and that's why you're gonna do the right thing! That's why you're gonna sign this, and we're gonna pay that guy what he wants!
 * Mayor Vaughn: Martin... Martin, my kids were on that beach, too.
 * Chief Brody: Sign it, Larry.
 * [Larry signs it, and Martin walks out]

 * Quint: I'm not talkin' about pleasure boatin' or day sailin'. I'm talkin' about workin' for a livin'. I'm talkin' about sharkin'.
 * Hooper: Well I'm not talkin' about hookin' some poor dogfish or sand shark. I'm talkin' about findin' a Great White.
 * Quint: Porkers? Ya talkin' about Porkers, Mr. Hooper? [stares at Hooper] Tie me a sheep shank. [gives Hooper some rope]
 * Hooper: I haven't had to pass basic seamanship in a long time. [ties the knot expertly] You didn't say how short you wanted it. [tosses rope back to Quint]
 * Quint: Gimme your hands... [Quint grabs Hooper's wrists and looks at his hands and examines them] Dogfish? [contemptuously] You've got city boy hands, Hooper. You been countin' money all your life.
 * Hooper: [pulls away] All right, hey, I don't need this! I don't need this working-class-hero crap!
 * Quint: Maybe I should go alone.

 * Quint: [seeing Hooper's equipment] What are you? Some kind of half-assed astronaut? [examining the shark cage] Jesus H. Christ, when I was a boy, every little squirt wanted to be a harpooner or a sword fisherman. What d'ya have there - a portable shower or a monkey cage?
 * Hooper: Anti-shark cage.
 * Quint: Anti-shark cage. You go inside the cage? Cage goes in the water? You go in the water? Shark's in the water? Our shark? [singing] "Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies. Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain. For we've received orders for to sail back to Boston. And so nevermore shall we see you again."

 * Chief Brody: [pointing at Quint's tattoo scar] What's that one?
 * Quint: What?
 * Chief Brody: That one, there, on your arm.
 * Quint: Oh, that's a tattoo. I got that removed.
 * Hooper: No, Don't tell me. Don't tell me. Mother! [laughs]
 * Quint: Mr. Hooper, that's the U.S.S. Indianapolis.
 * [Hooper's face drops]
 * Hooper: You were on the Indianapolis?
 * Chief Brody: What happened?
 * Quint: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte - just delivered the bomb, the Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about half an hour. A tiger, thirteen footer - you know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like that you see in the calendar named 'The Battle of Waterloo.' And the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin'. Sometimes the shark go away... Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya, right into your eyes. Y'know, the thing about a shark, he's got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes after ya, he doesn't seem to be livin' until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white, and then... aww, then you hear that terrible, high-pitched screamin', the ocean turns red, and in spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and... rip ya to pieces. You know, by the end of that first dawn, we lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I don't know how many men. They averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us. He was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later, a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know, that was the time I was most frightened - waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a life jacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. [smiles and lifts his cup] Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

 * [last lines]
 * Chief Brody: [swimming back to shore] Hey, what day is this?
 * Hooper: It's Wednesday... eh, it's Tuesday, I think.
 * Chief Brody: Think the tide is with us.
 * Hooper: Keep kickin'.
 * Chief Brody: I used to hate the water.
 * Hooper: I can't imagine why.

Taglines

 * Don't go in the water.
 * She was the first.
 * Do you like fish? Well, he likes you too...
 * See it before you go swimming.
 * You'll never go in the water again!
 * The terrifying motion picture from the terrifying No. 1 best seller.
 * When beaches open this summer, you will be taken by Jaws.
 * [from TV spot] None of man's fantasies of evil can compare with the reality of Jaws.
 * [from TV spot] There is a creature alive today who has survived millions of years of evolution, without change, without passion and without logic. It lives to kill - a mindless eating machine. It will attack and devour anything. It is as if God created the Devil, and gave him Jaws.
 * [from re-release trailer] It was seen by 67 million people. It took two years to make. It was shown in 40 countries, in 17 different languages. Nominated for 18 awards... If you forgot what terror is like, the original Jaws is back.

Cast

 * Roy Scheider - Police Chief Martin Brody
 * Robert Shaw - Quint
 * Richard Dreyfuss - Matt Hooper
 * Lorraine Gary - Ellen Brody
 * Murray Hamilton - Mayor Larry Vaughn
 * Carl Gottlieb - Ben Meadows
 * Jeffrey Kramer - Deputy Leonard 'Lenny' Hendricks
 * Lee Fierro - Mrs. Kintner

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Tonality

Tonality is the arrangement of pitches and/or chords of a musical work in a hierarchy of perceived relations, stabilities, attractions and directionality. In this hierarchy, the single pitch or triadic chord with the greatest stability is called the tonic. The root of the tonic chord forms the name given to the key; so in the key of C major, the note C is both the tonic of the scale and the root of the tonic chord (which is C–E–G). Simple folk music songs often start and end with the tonic note. Contemporary classical music from 1910 to the 2000s may practice or avoid any sort of tonality—but harmony in almost all Western popular music remains tonal.

Quotes

 * [Tonality is] the special meaning [functions] that chords receive through their relationship to a fundamental sonority, the tonic triad.
 * Hugo Riemann, cited in Gurlitt, W. (1950). "Hugo Riemann (1849-1919)".

 * [Tonality is the] set of relationships, simultaneous or successive, among the tones of the scale.
 * Joseph Fétis, (1722). Traité complet de la théorie et de la pratique de l'harmonie contenant la doctrine de la science et de l'art, 2d ed., p. 166. Brussels and Paris.

 * In the passage quoted here from Monteverdi's madrigal [Cruda amarilli, mm.9-19 and 24-30], one sees a tonality determined by the accord parfait [root position major chord] on the tonic, by the sixth chord assigned to the third and seventh degrees, by the optional choice of the accord parfait or the sixth chord on the sixth degree, and finally, by the accord parfait and, above all, by the unprepared seventh chord (with major third) on the dominant. (p.171)
 * Joseph Fétis, (1722). Traité complet de la théorie et de la pratique de l'harmonie contenant la doctrine de la science et de l'art, 2d ed., p. 166. Brussels and Paris.

 * For the elements of music, nature provides nothing but a multitude of tones differing in pitch, duration, and intensity by the greater or least degree... The conception of the relationships that exist among them is awakened in the intellect, and, by the action of sensitivity on the one hand, and will on the other, the mind coordinates the tones into different series, each of which corresponds to a particular class of emotions, sentiments, and ideas.  Hence these series become various types of tonalities. (p.11f)
 * Joseph Fétis, (1722). Traité complet de la théorie et de la pratique de l'harmonie contenant la doctrine de la science et de l'art, 2d ed., p. 166. Brussels and Paris.

 * But one will say, 'What is the principal behind these scales, and what, if not acoustic phenomena and the laws of mathematics, has set the order of their tones?' I respond that this principle is purely metaphysical [anthropological].  We conceive this order and the melodic and harmonic phenomena that spring from it out of our conformation and education. (p.249)
 * Hugo Riemann, cited in Gurlitt, W. (1950). "Hugo Riemann (1849-1919)".

 * [Tonality is] the art of combining tones in such successions and such harmonies or successions of harmonies, that the relation of all events to a fundamental tone is made possible.
 * Arnold Schoenberg (1937). Schoenberg, p. 280, ed. Armitage, Merle. New York.

 * Tonality is the organized relationship of musical sounds, as perceived and interpreted with respect to some central point of reference that seems to co-ordinate the separate items and events and to lend them meaning as component parts of a unified whole.
 * Delbert M. Beswick (1950). The Problem of Tonality in Seventeenth Century Music, p. 18, Ph.D. dissertation. University of North Carolina.

 * [Tonality is] prolonged motion within the framework of a single key-determined progression.
 * Salzer, Felix (1962). Structural Hearing: Tonal Coherence in Music. New York: Dover, p. 227.

 * [Tonality is] contrapuntal progressions … can be key defining and capable of assuming structural significance.
 * Salzer, Felix (1962). Structural Hearing: Tonal Coherence in Music. New York: Dover, p. 204.

 * [Tonality is] directed motion within the framework of a single prolonged sonority.
 * Salzer, Felix (1967). "Tonality in Medieval Polyphony", The Music Forum 1, p. 54.

 * The inception of the principle of tonality and certain of its techniques expressing themselves in the construction of tonal units of various length and complexity goes as far back as the Organa of St. Martial and Santiago de Compostela. A continuous development of structural polyphony from the twelfth to the twentieth century may with justification be assumed.  Whether we encounter the use of modes or the major-minor system, whether the contrapuntal voice voice leadings are different from those of later periods or whether harmonic thinking expresses itself in a different manner than later on in the eighteenth century, the music of the Middle Ages and Renaissance demonstrates the same basic principles of direction, continuity and coherence as music from the Baroque period to the twentieth century.
 * Salzer, Felix (1962). Structural Hearing: Tonal Coherence in Music, p. 281. New York: Dover.

 * "Music is tonal when its motion unfolds through time a particular tone, interval, or chord."
 * Roy Travis (1959). "Toward a New Concept of Tonality", Journal of Music Theory 3, p. 261.

 * "The medieval musician … did not hear a triad as a triad … a textbook definition of tonal coherence is not the same as the phenomenon of tonal cognition as experiences."
 * Richard Norton (1984). Tonality in Western Culture, p. 125. University Park and London: The Pennsylvania State University Press.

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Talk:John N. Mitchell

Having read two books that reveal some hidden aspects of Watergate, instead of its received official version ("Secret Agenda" by Jim Hougan and "Silent Coup" by Len Colodny and Robert Gettlin"), I tend to think that John Mitchell was one of the biggest victims of Watergate, rather than one of its culprits. What I find especially baffling about the congressional "investigations" of the affair is the ease with which supposedly talented and experienced people accepted at face value those testimonies that tended to implicate the President of the United States or the Committe to Re-Elect the President in Watergate, without bothering to check if these testimonies were in any way self-serving (as they certainly were in the cases of John Dean and James McCord, at least). Thus Mitchell, as head of CRP (later labelled CREEP by the media)was made one of the culprits.

Finally, it is not strictly true that John Mitchell was the first Attorney-General of The United States to be sentenced to prison, for the very simple reason that he had resigned that position to become Richard Nixon' campaign manager, and it was in his tenure in that job that the Watergate break-in occurred.

Unsourced

 * The conservation movement is a breeding ground of Communists and other subversives. We intend to clean them out, even if it means rounding up every bird watcher in the country.

 * It's good to be back in Alabama.
 * Said on arriving in Alabama to begin serving a sentence in the federal prison for obstruction of justice.

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User:Cynix

Freedom.

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The Breakfast Club

The Breakfast Club is a 1985 film about five high school students from completely different backgrounds who meet in Saturday detention.
 * Written and directed by John Hughes.

They only met once, but it changed their lives forever. taglines

Brian Johnson

 * [first lines] Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? And you see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

 * Chicks cannot hold their smoke, dat's what it is.

John Bender

 * Screws fall out all the time; the world is an imperfect place.

 * Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up…it'll be anarchy!'

 * [to Claire] You know how you said before that your parents use you to get back at each other? Wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity?

Dialogue

 * Vernon: Well, well, here we are. I wanna congratulate you for being on time.
 * Claire: [raises her hand; nervously] Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but, um...I don't think I belong in here.
 * Vernon: [checks his watch] It is now 7:06. You have exactly 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways. [John spits and catches saliva, and Claire gasps in disgust] [points at Claire] And you may not talk. [to Brian] You will not move from these seats. And you... [points at John, then snatches the chair from under his feet] ...will not sleep. All right, people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay... of no less than a thousand words...describing to me who you think you are.
 * John: This a test?
 * Vernon: And when I say "essay", I mean "essay". I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?
 * John: Crystal.
 * Vernon: Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return.
 * Brian: [raises hand] Uh, yeah, you know, I can answer that right now, sir. You know, that'd be "no." [stands up] "No" for me, 'cause-
 * Vernon: Sit down, Johnson.
 * Brian: Thank you, sir. [sits back down]
 * Vernon: My office...is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?
 * [Pause; no one answers]
 * John: Yeah, I got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?
 * Vernon: I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. [warningly] Don't mess with the bull, young man, you'll get the horns. [leaves]
 * John: [about Vernon] That man...is a brownie hound. [33 seconds later, after he and the other students see and hear Allison biting her fingernails] If you keep eating your hand, you're not gonna be hungry for lunch. [Allison bites another fingernail, and spits it out] I've seen you before, you know.

 * Andrew: Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So knock it off!
 * John: It's a free country.
 * Claire: [to Andrew] He's just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him.
 * John: Sweets. [Claire turns around to John] You couldn't ignore me if you tried. [she turns back, annoyed] So...So...are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto. Level with me. Do you slip her the hot-beef injection?
 * Claire: GO TO HELL!!!
 * Andrew: ENOUGH!!!
 * [John laughs]
 * Vernon: [from his office] Hey! What's going on in there? [no response] Spoiled little pricks. [gets back to reading.]
 * Andrew: Scumbag.

 * John: What do you say we close that door? We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds.
 * Brian: Well, you know the door's supposed to stay open.
 * John: So what?
 * Andrew: So why don't you just shut up? There's four other people in here, you know.
 * John: God, you can count. See, I knew you had to be smart to be a...a wrestler.
 * Andrew: Who the hell are you to judge anybody, anyway?
 * Claire: Really.
 * Andrew: 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.
 * John: Well, I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team. [Claire and Andrew chuckle] Maybe the prep club, too. Student council.
 * Andrew: Nah. They wouldn't take you.
 * John: I'm hurt.
 * Claire: You know why guys like you knock everything?
 * John: Oh, this should be stunning.
 * Claire: It's 'cause you're afraid.
 * John: Oh, God. You richies are so smart; that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities.
 * Claire: You're a big coward.
 * Brian: I'm in the math club.
 * Claire: See, you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong, so you just have to dump all over it.
 * John: Well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?
 * Claire: Well you wouldn't know; you don't even know any of us.
 * John: Well, I don't know any lepers, either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs.
 * Andrew: Uh, let's watch the mouth, huh?
 * Brian: I’m in the Physics Club, too.
 * John: Excuse me a sec. [to Brian] What are you babbling about?
 * Brian: Well, what I said was that I'm in a Math Club, uh, the Latin Club, and the Physics Club-Physics Club.
 * John: Hey, Cherry. Do you belong to the Physics Club?
 * Claire: That's an academic club.
 * John: So?
 * Claire: So, academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs.
 * John: Ah, but to dorks like him, they are. [to Brian] What do you guys do in your club?
 * Brian: In physics, well, we, we, uh, we talk about physics. Uh, properties of physics.
 * John: So it's sort of social. Demented and sad, but social, right?
 * Brian: I guess you could consider it a social situation.

 * Andrew: Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads.
 * John: Oh and wouldn't that be a bite, huh? Missing a whole wrestling meet!
 * Andrew: Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!
 * John: Oh, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys.
 * Andrew: Ahhh, you'd never make it. You don't have any goals.
 * John: Oh, but I do!
 * Andrew: Yeah?
 * John: I wanna be just...like...you. I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights!
 * Brian: You wear tights?
 * Andrew: No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform.
 * Brian: Tights.
 * Andrew: Shut up!

 * Vernon: I expected a little more from a varsity letterman. You're not fooling anybody, Bender. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you.
 * John: [under his breath] Eat my shorts.
 * Vernon: What was that?
 * John: Eat...my...shorts.
 * Vernon: You just bought yourself another Saturday, Mister.
 * John: I'm "crushed".
 * Vernon: You just bought one more, right there.
 * John: Well, I'm free the Saturday after that. Beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar.
 * Vernon: Good! Because it's gonna be filled. We'll keep goin'. You want another one? Say the word, just say the word. Instead of goin' to prison, you'll come here. Are you through?
 * John: No.
 * Vernon: I'm doin' society a favor.
 * John: So?
 * Vernon: That's another one right now. I've got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step! You want another one?!
 * John: Yes.
 * Vernon: You got it! You got another one right there! That's another one, pal!
 * Claire: Cut it out! [mouths] Stop!
 * Vernon: You through?
 * John: Not even close, bud!
 * Vernon: Good. You got one more right there.
 * John: You really think I give a shit?
 * Vernon: Another. [John stares angrily] You through?
 * John: How many is that?
 * Brian: That's seven including one when we first came in and you asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet.
 * Vernon: Now it's 8. [to Brian] You stay out of it.
 * Brian: Excuse me, sir, it's 7.
 * Vernon: Shut up, peewee. [Brian obediently remains silent; gives John the horns] You're mine, Bender. For two months, I gotcha. I gotcha.
 * John: [sarcastically] What can I say? I'm "thrilled".
 * Vernon: Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know somethin', Bender? You oughta spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off. Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here, [John mouths what Vernon says] I'm crackin' skulls. [leaves the library as Allison watches; he opens the door, gives the horns to John again, then closes the door]
 * John: FUCK YOU!!! [Vernon sighs and goes to his office] [whispers] Fuck.

 * Claire: What's your name?
 * John: What's yours?
 * Claire: Claire.
 * John: Claire?
 * Claire: Claire. It's a family name.
 * John: No, it's a fat girl's name.
 * Claire: [sarcastically] Oh, thank you.
 * John: You're welcome.
 * Claire: I'm not fat.
 * John: Well, not at present, but I could see you really pushing maximum density. You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat, and there's fat people that were once thin, but they became fat, so when you look at them you can sort of see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh... [imitates vomiting, and Claire gives him the "Fuck you!" middle finger] Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl.
 * Claire: I'm not that pristine.
 * John: Are you a virgin? I'll bet you a million dollars that you are. Let's end the suspense. Is it gonna be a...white weddin'?
 * Claire: Why don't you just shut up?
 * John: Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth? Have you ever been felt up...over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off, hoping to God your parents don't walk in?
 * Claire: Do you want me to puke?
 * John: Over the panties...no bra...blouse unbuttoned, Calvin's in a ball on the front seat past 11:00 on a school night?
 * Andrew: Leave her alone. [walks to Bender] I said, "Leave her alone".
 * John: You gonna make me?
 * Andrew: Yeah.
 * John: [stands in front of Andrew] You and how many of your friends?
 * Andrew: Just me. Just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready, pal. [pins on him]
 * John: [gets pinned to the floor] I don't want to get into this with you, man.
 * Andrew: [gets off of John] Why not?
 * John: [stands up] Because I'd kill you. It's real simple: I'd kill you, and your fucking parents would sue me, and it'd be a big mess, and I don't care enough about you to bother.
 * Andrew: Chickenshit. [John pulls out his switchblade, and slams it on Allison's table] Let's end this right now. You don't talk to her, [Allison takes John's switchblade] you don't look at her, and you don't even think about her! You understand me?
 * John: I'm trying to help her.

 * John: Carl? How does one become a janitor?
 * Carl: You wanna be a janitor?
 * John: No, I just want to know how one becomes a janitor. Because, you see, Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts.
 * Carl: Oh, really? You guys think I'm just some untouchable peasant? Serf? Peon? Well, maybe so. But following a broom around after shitheads like you for the last eight years, I've learned a couple of things. I look through your letters. I look through your lockers. I listen to your conversations: you don't know that but I do. I am the eyes and ears of this institution, my friends. [pause] By the way, that clock's 20 minutes fast.

 * John: PB&J with the crusts cut off. Well, Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch; all the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry, Mr. Rogers?
 * Brian: Uh, no. Mr. Johnson.
 * John: Ah. Here's my impression of life at Big Bri's house: "Son?" "Yeah, Dad?" "How was your day, pal?" "Great, Dad! How's yours?" "Super! Say, how would like to go fishing this weekend?" "Great, Dad! But I got homework to do." "That's okay, son!  You can do it on the boat!"  "Gee!"  "Dear, isn't our son swell?"  "Yes, dear.  Isn't life swell?"  [kiss, then mimes punching]
 * Andrew: All right, what about your family?
 * John: My family? Oh, that's easy. "Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamned, free loading son-of-a-bitch! Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all asshole jerk!" "You forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful." "Shut up, bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie!" "What about you, Dad?" "Fuck you!" "No, Dad, what about you?" "Fuck you!" "No, Dad, what about you?!" "Fuck you!" [mimes punching]
 * Brian: Is that for real?
 * John: You wanna come over some time?
 * Andrew: That's bullshit. It's all part of your image; I don't believe a word of it.
 * John: You don't believe me?
 * Andrew: No.
 * John: No?
 * Andrew: Did I stutter?
 * John: [approaches Andrew, lifts his sleeve to show a burn on his arm. Claire and Andrew look away] Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar. Do I stutter? You see, this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage. See, I don't think that I need to sit with you fuckin' dildos anymore. [knocks down the books in anger, and climbs up the ladder to calm himself down]
 * Claire: [to Andrew] You shouldn't have said that.
 * Andy: How was I supposed to know? He lies about everything anyway!

 * John: [crawling on the ceiling] A naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm...and a two-foot salami under the other. [chuckles] She lays the poodle on the table. Bartender says, "I suppose you won't be needing a drink." Naked lady says- [the ceiling breaks, and he falls through] OHHH, SHI-I-I-IT!
 * Vernon: [hearing the crash] Jesus Christ Almighty!
 * [John walks down the stairs and sees Andrew and Claire angrily stunned]
 * John: [to students] Forgot my pencil.
 * Vernon: Goddamn it! [enters the library, and John hides under Claire's desk] What in God's name is goin' on in here? What was that ruckus?
 * Andrew: Uh, what ruckus?
 * Vernon: I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus.
 * Brian: Could you describe the ruckus, sir?
 * Vernon: Watch your tongue, young man, watch it. [John bangs his hand under Claire's desk, and Andrew bangs "Shave and a Haircut"] What is this? [Andrew imitates a zipper sound] What is that? What-What is that-What is that noise?
 * Andrew: What noise?
 * [John sees Claire's panties]
 * Claire: Really, sir, there wasn't any noise. [moans and crushes John's hand, and makes an exaggerated sneeze and coughing sound, and the other students cough] That noise? Was that the noise that you're talking about?
 * Vernon: No, it wasn't. That was not the noise I was talking about. Now, I may not have caught you in the act this time, but you can bet I will. [Allison laughs] You make book on that, Missy. [to Claire] And you! I will not be made a fool of.
 * [Vernon walks back to his office with a toilet seat liner hanging out of his pants]

 * Allison: Have you ever done it with a normal person?
 * Claire: Didn't we already cover this?
 * John: You never answered the question.
 * Claire: Look, I'm not going to discuss my private life with total strangers.
 * Allison: It's kind of a double edged sword, isn't it?
 * Claire: A what?
 * Allison: 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, and when you do, you wish you didn't, right?
 * Claire: Wrong.
 * Allison: Or are you a tease?
 * Andrew: She's a tease.
 * Claire: I'm sure. Why don't you just forget it.
 * Andrew: Oh, you're a tease and you know it. All girls are teases.
 * John: She's only a tease if what she does gets you hot.
 * Claire: I don't do anything.
 * Allison: That's why you're a tease.
 * Claire: Okay, let me ask you a few questions.
 * Allison: I already told you everything.
 * Claire: No. Doesn't it bother you to sleep around without being in love. I mean, don't you want any respect?
 * Allison: I don't screw to get respect. That's the difference between you and me.
 * Claire: It's not the only difference I hope.
 * John: Face it, you're a tease.
 * Claire: I'm not a tease.
 * John: Sure you are. Sex is your weapon. You said it yourself. You use it to get respect.
 * Claire: No, I never said that; she twisted my words around.
 * John: What do you use it for then?
 * Claire: I don't use it period.
 * John: Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological?
 * Claire: I didn't mean it that way. You guys are putting words into my mouth.
 * John: Well, if you'd just answer the question.
 * Brian: Why don't you just answer the question?
 * Andrew: Be honest.
 * John: No big deal.
 * Brian: Yeah answer it.
 * Andrew: Answer the question, Claire.
 * John: Talk to us.
 * Everyone: C'mon, answer the question. Come on. Answer it.
 * John: C'mon, it's easy. It's only one question.
 * Claire: No, I Never did it!
 * Allison: I never did it either. I'm not a nymphomaniac, I'm a compulsive liar.
 * Claire: [shocked] You are such a bitch!

 * Andrew: What's bizarre? I mean, we're all pretty bizarre! Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all.
 * Claire: How are you bizarre?
 * Allison: He can't think for himself.
 * Andrew: She's right...do you guys know what uh, what I did to get in here? [Claire shakes her head no] I taped Larry Lester's buns together. :[Claire laughs]
 * Brian: That was you?!
 * Andrew: Yeah, you know him?
 * Brian: Yeah, I know him.
 * Andrew: Well then, you know how hairy he is, right? [John smiles and laughs] Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off and some, some skin too.
 * Claire: [softly] Oh my god.
 * Andrew: The bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man...I tortured this poor kid, because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He's always going off about, you know, when he was in school, all the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right? So, I'm...I'm sitting in the locker room, and I'm taping up my knee. And Larry's undressing a couple lockers down from me. Yeah...he's kinda...he's kinda skinny, weak. And I started thinking about my father, and his attitude about weakness. And the next thing I knew, I, uh...I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him. And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And, afterwards, when I was sittin' in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry's father. And Larry havin' to go home and...and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation...fucking humiliation he must've felt. It must've been unreal...I mean, I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way...it's all because of me and my old man. Oh, God, I fucking hate him! 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.
 * John: I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling.
 * [Andrew laughs briefly]
 * Brian: 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.
 * Claire: What's wrong with you? Why don't you like yourself?
 * Brian: 'Cause I'm stupid...'cause I'm failing shop. See, we had this assignment, to make this ceramic elephant, and um...and we had eight weeks to do it and we're supposed to, and it was like a lamp, and when you pull the trunk, the light was supposed to go on. My light didn't go on; I got an F on it. Never got an F in my life. When I signed up, you know, for the course, I mean-I thought I was playing it real smart, you know. 'Cause I thought, "I'll take shop; it'll be such an easy way to maintain my grade point average."
 * John:: Why'd you think it'd be easy?
 * Brian: Have you seen some of the dopes that take shop?
 * John: I take shop. You must be a fuckin' idiot!
 * Brian: I'm a fuckin' idiot because I can't make a lamp?
 * John: No, you're a genius because you can't make a lamp.
 * Brian: What do you know about Trigonometry?
 * John: I could care less about Trigonometry.
 * Brian: Bender, did you know without Trigonometry, there'd be no engineering?
 * John: Without lamps, there'd be no light.

 * John: [after Claire performs her lipstick trick, claps sarcastically] Wow, Claire. That was great. My image of you is totally blown.
 * Allison: You're a shit. Don't do that to her, you swore to God you wouldn't laugh.
 * John: Am I laughing?
 * Andrew: You fuckin' prick!
 * John: What do you care what I think anyway? I don't even count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference. I might as well not even exist at this school, remember? [turns to Claire] And you...don't like me anyway.
 * Claire: You know, I have just as, many feelings as you do and it hurts so much when someone steps all over them.
 * John: God! You're so pathetic. Don't you ever, ever compare yourself to me, okay. You got everything, and I got shit. Fuckin' Rapunzel, right? School would probably fuckin' shut down if you didn't show up. Queenie isn't here. I like those earrings, Claire.
 * Claire: Shut up.
 * John: Are those real diamonds Claire?
 * Claire: Shut up.
 * John: I bet they are. Did you work for the money for those earrings?
 * Claire: Shut your mouth.
 * John: Or did your daddy buy those for you?
 * Claire: [shouts] SHUT UP!
 * John: I'll bet he bought those for you. I bet those were a Christmas gift. Right? You know what I got for Christmas? Oh, it was a banner fucking year at the old Bender family. I got a carton of cigarettes. The old man grabbed me and said, "Hey, smoke up Johnny." All right? So go home and cry to your Daddy. Don't cry here, okay?
 * Andrew: My God, are we gonna be like our parents?
 * Claire: [about to cry] Not me...ever.
 * [John nods]
 * Allison: It's unavoidable; it just happens.
 * Claire: What happens?
 * Allison: When you grow up, your heart dies.
 * John: So, who cares?
 * Allison: I care.

 * Brian: Um, I was just thinking, I mean. I know it's kind of a weird time, but I was just wondering, um, what is gonna happen to us on Monday? When we're all together again? I mean I consider you guys my friends, I'm not wrong, am I?
 * Andrew: No.
 * Brian: So, so on Monday...what happens?
 * Claire: Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is?
 * Brian: Yeah.
 * Claire: Do you want the truth?
 * Brian: Yeah, I want the truth.
 * Claire: I don't think so.
 * Allison: Well, do you mean all of us or just John?
 * Claire: With all of you.
 * Andrew: That's a real nice attitude, Claire!
 * Claire: 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!
 * Andrew: No way!
 * Allison: 'Kay, what if I came up to you?
 * Claire: Same exact thing!
 * John: YOU ARE A BITCH!
 * Claire: Why? 'Cause I'm telling the truth, that makes me a bitch?
 * John: NO! 'Cause you know how shitty that is to do someone, and you don't got the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them you're gonna like who you wanna like.
 * Claire: Okay, what about you, you hypocrite! Why don't you take Allison to one of your heavy metal vomit parties? Or take Brian out to the parking lot at lunch to get high? What about Andy? Does that matter, what about me? What would your friends say if we were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off and you'd probably tell them you were doing it with me so they'd forgive you for being seen with me.
 * John: Don't you ever talk about my friends. You don't know any of my friends. You don't look at any of my friends. And you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends. So you just stick to the things you know: shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW, and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean.
 * Claire: SHUT UP!
 * John: And as far as being concerned about what's gonna happen when you and I walk down the hallways of school together, you can forget it cuz it's never gonna happen. Just bury your head in the sand and wait for your fuckin' prom.
 * Claire: [crying] I hate you!
 * John: Yeah? Good!

 * Brian: Then I assume that Allison and I are better people than you guys, huh? Us weirdos... [to Allison] Do you, would you do that to me?
 * Allison: I don't have any friends.
 * Brian: Well, if you did?
 * Allison: No...I don't think the kind of friends I'd have would mind.
 * Brian: I just wanna tell each of you that I wouldn't do that...I wouldn't and I will not! 'Cause I think that's real shitty.
 * Claire: Your friends wouldn't mind because they look up to us.
 * Brian: You're so conceited, Claire. You're so conceited. You're so, like, full of yourself; why are you like that?
 * Claire: [about to cry] I'm not saying that to be conceited! I hate it! I hate having to go along with everything my friends say!
 * Brian: Well, then why do you do it?
 * Claire: I don't know, I don't-You don't understand...you don't. 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!
 * Brian: I don't understand what? You think I don't understand pressure, Claire? Well, fuck you! Fuck you! [breaks down, begins to cry] Know why I'm here today? Do you?! I'm here because Mr. Ryan found a gun in my locker.
 * [Claire gets shocked]
 * Andrew: Why'd you have a gun in your locker?
 * Brian: I tried. You pull the fuckin' trunk on it and the light's supposed to go on... and it didn't go on, I mean, I-
 * Andrew: What's the gun for, Brian?
 * Brian: Just forget it.
 * Andrew: You brought it up, man!
 * Brian: 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.
 * Claire: [softly] Oh, Brian...
 * Brian: Fuck! [bashes a nearby chair over] So I considered my options, you know?
 * Claire: No! Killing yourself is not an option!
 * Brian: Well I didn't do it, did I? No, I don't think so!
 * Allison: It was a hand gun?
 * Brian: No, it was a flare gun, went off in my locker.
 * Andrew: Really? [laughs]
 * Brian: It's not funny. [Andrew tries to stop, but he continues laughing and everyone else begins to laugh] Yes it is. [begins laughing] Fuckin' elephant was destroyed!
 * Allison: You wanna know what I did to get in here? Nothing; I didn't have anything better to do. [everyone continues to laugh, now at her] You're laughing at me!
 * Andrew: No!
 * Allison: [now laughing] Yeah, you are!
 * [Everyone can't stop laughing]

 * [Last lines]
 * Brian: [voiceover] Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are and you see us as you want to see us: In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...
 * Andrew: [voiceover] ...and an athlete...
 * Allison: [voiceover] ...and a basket case...
 * Claire: [voiceover] ...a princess...
 * John: [voiceover] ...and a criminal.
 * Brian: [voiceover] Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.
 * [John raises his arm up in triumph as he walks home while he goes out of the football field]

Taglines

 * They only met once, but it changed their lives forever.
 * They were five total strangers, with nothing in common, meeting for the first time. A brain, a beauty, a jock, a rebel and a recluse. Before the day was over, they broke the rules. Bared their souls and touched each other in a way they never dreamed possible.
 * Five strangers with nothing in common, except each other.

Cast

 * Emilio Estevez — Andrew "Andy" Clark
 * Anthony Michael Hall — Brian Ralph Johnson
 * Judd Nelson — John Bender
 * Molly Ringwald — Claire Standish
 * Ally Sheedy — Allison Reynolds
 * Paul Gleason — Vice Principal Richard Vernon
 * John Kapelos — Carl, the Janitor

title: The Breakfast Club