Once a week I post about something I’m loving (tv, movies, books, art, photos, romances, authors, or anything else). So here is this week’s For the Love of…
I watched the Breakfast Club earlier this week. Love that movie, even after all these years. Takes me right back to my high school days.
I like stories where people who would normally never be friends or have feelings for each other move past their differences and find common ground, find something special they didn’t even know they were looking for. Of course all that teen angst bonding them together doesn’t hurt.
My current writing project has a lot to do with finding a commonality where you least expect it, so maybe I’m influenced by that right now. It’s on my mind a lot, that’s for sure.
In any case, I did enjoy watching The Breakfast Club, and today I thought I’d share some of my favorite lines from the film…
John Bender: “Sweets. You couldn’t ignore me if you tried.”
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Bender: “You load up, you party…”
Brian: “Well, no, we get dressed up, I mean, but we don’t, we don’t get high.”
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Bender: “Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.”
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Bender: “You won’t accept a guy’s tongue in your mouth, and you’re gonna eat that?”
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Allison: “I’m not a nymphomaniac. I’m a compulsive liar.”
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Brian: “Bender, did you know without trigonometry, there’d be no engineering?”
Bender: “Without lamps, there’d be no light.”
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Vernon: “False alarms are really funny, aren’t they. What if your home, what if your family . . . what if your dope was on fire?”
John Bender: “Impossible, sir. It’s in Johnson’s underwear.”
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Brian: “Chicks cannot hold dey smoke – dat’s what it is!”
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Allison: “Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke, your birth date’s March 12th, you’re 5’9 and a half, you weigh 130 pounds and your social security number is 049380913.”
Andrew: “Wow. Are you psychic?”
Allison: “No.”
Brian: “Well, would you mind telling me how you know all this about me?”
Allison: “I stole your wallet.”
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Brian Johnson: “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? 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.”
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“And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds; are immune to your consultations, they are quite aware of what they are going through.” -David Bowie
Any others you liked?
Once a week I post about something I’m loving (tv, movies, books, art, photos, romances, authors, or anything else). So here is this week’s For the Love of…
Sometimes when I’m writing I listen to music. Occasionally a song will remind me of a character I’m writing about. Then whenever I hear that song, I’m right back into the story, into the character’s head. I find myself listening to it over and over.