Mr. Fleck (Steve Higgins): You get called geeks. You get cleaned out. Girls don't even look at ya— Bill: I thought this was supposed to make us feel better. Mr. Fleck: Hold on, Cool Breeze. It gets better. “What? I'm accepted at a Ivy League college?” “Hey, chicks did smart guys. Who knew.” “Woah. Look…
Ken: We're gonna blow the roof off his garage in the most rock-tagious way. Neal: I hate being in school after it's out. Makes me feel like a janitor. Sam: What's so great about him anyway? Neal: It's the hair. Mr. Weir: I could call the police. Do you know that? I could call the…
Bill: Nothing from the garage. Neal: Okay. Bill: And it has to be food. Okay? Nothing from under the sink. No cleansers, no detergent, no furniture polish. And no cut-up bits of sponge. Sam: Okay. Bill: I'm just trying to to win ten bucks here. I don't wanna die. Mrs. Weir: Honey, the boy's fourteen.…