Bill: Senior year—when classes are skipped like stones and spit is swapped like so many baseball cards.
Bill: We're broke, which means we only have money for bills and whatever your mother and I want.
Linda: [Perry]'s acting a little weird.
Judy: The man is in a Foghat cover band; weird was several exits ago.
Brian: Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Bill: Quit spoutin' that Freud mumbo-jumbo and take a long, slow drag off your old man's stick.
Bill: I see you brought home a purse.
Brian: It's an attaché case.
Bill: What is it 'attaché' to, your boyfriend?