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Eddie: Wait, what training? Richie: Street Fighter. Eddie: Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow? Richie: I start my training. Richie: Yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time. Gretta: Well, at least now you'll smell better. Beverly: Which is it, Gretta? Am I a slut or a little shit? Make up your mind. Have a good summer." Gretta: Are you in there by yourself, Beaver-ly? Or do you have half the guys in the school with you, huh, slut? I know you're in there, little shit. Think they'll sign my yearbook? " Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steaming dump in your backpack last March. Eddie: I could think of funner ways to become a man. Richie: Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say "Where's the beef?" Stanley: At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech and suddenly, I become a man.

Stanley: Wait up, you guys! Bill: Hey, Stan, what happens at the Bar Mitzvah, anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-dick off. Richie: But then Stan will have nothing left! Eddie: That's true. Bill: But how's it work? Eddie: They slice the tip of his dick off. Eddie: So, there's this church full of Jews, right? And Stan has to take this super Jewy test.

Except you won't know it, until you feel that bolt between your eyes. You waste time hemming and hawing, and someone else is gonna make that choice for you. You can be out here like us or you can be in there, like them. Look at me! There are two places you can be in this world. Your dad was younger than you when he took- Mike: I'm not my dad, okay? Leroy: Yeah. You need to start taking more responsibility around here, Mike. Bill: You didn't see the v-vomit coming out of my nose this morning? Georgie: That's disgusting. October 1988 Georgie: Sure I won't get in trouble, Bill? Bill: Don't be a wuss.