Dear Mr. Vernon:
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday
in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you're crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think
we are. 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, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club
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Bender: "You get along with
your parents?"
Andrew: "Well, if I say yes
I'm an idiot, right?"
Bender: "You're an idiot anyway,
but if you say yes, well, you're a liar too."
Mr. Vernon: "What if your home...
What if your family... What if your dope was on fire?"
Bender: "Impossible, sir. It's
in Johnson's underwear."
Bender: "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."
"You know how you said before, how your parents use
you to get back at each other? Wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity?" - Bender
"Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"
- Bender
"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up,
we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy." - Bender
"When you grow up, your heart dies." - Allison
Mr. Vernon: "You think about
this: when you get old, these kids - when I get old - they're going to be running the country."
Carl: "Yeah."
Mr. Vernon: "Now this is the
thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. That when I get older, these kids are going to take care of me."
Carl:
"I wouldn't count on it."