The Making of 'The Breakfast Club' Page #3

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Why is that door closed?

Why is that door closed!

How are we supposed to know?

We can't move, right?

Why?

We're just sitting here,

like we're supposed to.

Who closed that door?

- I think a screw fell out of it.

- It just closed, sir.

- Who!

- Aah!

- She doesn't talk, sir.

- Eek!

- Give me that screw.

- I don't have it.

You want me

to shake it out of you?

I don't have it.

Screws fall out all the time.

- The world's an imperfect place.

- Give it to me, Bender.

- Sir, why would anybody steal a screw?

- Watch it, young lady.

The door's way too heavy, sir.

Damn it!

Andrew Clark, get up here.

Front and center.

Let's go.

- How come Andrew gets to get up?

- [ Vernon ] That's right.

If he gets up, we'll all get up.

It'll be anarchy.

- Okay, watch the magazines.

- [ Bender ] It's out of my hands.

That's very clever, sir...

but what if there's a fire?

I think violating fire codes...

and endangering the lives

of children would be unwise...

at this juncture

in your career, sir.

What are you doing?

Get this out, for God's sake.

- What's the matter with you?

- The school's equipped with fire exits.

- Show Dick some respect.

- Let's go.

Get in your seat.

I expected more

from a varsity letterman.

You're not fooling anybody, Bender.

The next screw that

falls out will be you.

Eat my shorts.

What was that?

Eat...

my...

shorts.

You just bought

another Saturday, mister.

Oh, I'm crushed.

- One more right there.

- I'm free the next Saturday.

- Beyond that, I'll check my calendar.

- Good! It's gonna be filled.

We'll keep going.

You want another one?

Say the word. Just say it.

Instead of going to prison,

you'll come here.

- Are you through?

- No.

- I'm doing society a favor.

- So?

That's another!

I've got you the rest of your life

if you don't watch it.

- You want another?

- Yes.

You got it!

That's another one, pal.

Cut it out!

- Stop.

- You through?

- Not even close, bud.

- Good!

- You got one more.

- You really think I give a sh*t?

Another.

- You through?

- How many is that?

That's seven including the first one

when you asked...

whether Barry Manilow knew

he raided his closet.

- Now it's eight. Stay out of it.

- Sir, it's seven.

Shut up, peewee.

You're mine, Bender.

For two months, I got you.

I got you.

What can I say?

I'm thrilled.

That's exactly what you

want them to believe.

You know something?

You should spend more time

doing something with yourself...

and less time trying

to impress people.

Might be better off.

Right, that's it!

I'll be outside those doors.

The next time I have to come in here,

I'm cracking skulls.

F*** you!

F***.

Wake up!

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