| D-Day | War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one. | |
| Bluto | Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! | |
| Otter | Germans? | |
| Boon | Forget it, he's rolling. |
| Bluto | Christ. Seven years of college down the drain. Might as well join the fucking Peace Corps. |
| Larry's evil conscience | Fuck her. Fuck her brains out. Suck her tits, squeeze her buns. You know she wants it. | |
| Larry's good conscience | For shame! Lawrence, I'm surprised at you! | |
| Larry's evil conscience | Aw, don't listen to that jack-off. Look at those gazongas. You'll never get a better chance. | |
| Larry's good conscience | If you lay one finger on that poor sweet helpless girl, you'll despise yourself forever... I'm proud of you, Lawrence. | |
| Larry's evil conscience | You homo. |
| Otter | Let me give you a hint. She's got a couple of major-league yabbos. | |
| Boon | Beverly! | |
| Otter | No. But you're getting warmer. Here's another: "Oh God, Oh God, OH GOD!" | |
| Boon | Marlene! Don't tell me you're gonna pork Marlene Desmond! | |
| Otter | Pork? | |
| Boon | You're gonna hump her brains out, aren't you? | |
| Otter | Boon, I anticipate a deeply religious experience. |
| Otter | Flounder, I am appointing you pledge representative to the social committee. | |
| Flounder | Gee Otter, thanks. What do I have to do? | |
| Otter | It means you have to drive us to the Food King. |
| Dean Vernon Worme | Greg, what is the worst fraternity on this campus? | |
| Greg Marmalard | Well that would be hard to say, sir. They're each outstanding in their own way. | |
| Dean Vernon Worme | Cut the horseshit, son. I've got their disciplinary files right here. Who dropped a whole truckload of fizzies into the swim meet? Who delivered the medical school cadavers to the alumni dinner? Every Halloween, the trees are filled with underwear. Every spring, the toilets explode. | |
| Greg Marmalard | You're talking about Delta, sir. | |
| Dean Vernon Worme | Of course I'm talking about Delta, you TWERP! |
| Flounder | May I have ten thousand marbles, please? |
| Bluto | Holy shit! | |
| D-Day | There were blanks in that gun! | |
| Flounder | I didn't even point the gun at him! | |
| Bluto | Holy shit! | |
| D-Day | There WERE blanks in that gun! | |
| Flounder | Maybe he had a heart attack. | |
| Bluto | Holy shit! |
| Hoover | They confiscated everything, even the stuff we didn't steal! |
| Greg Marmalard | But Delta's already on probation. | |
| Dean Vernon Wormer | They are? Well, as of this moment, they're on DOUBLE SECRET PROBATION! |
| John "Bluto" Blutarsky | Toga! Toga! |
| Bluto | What? Over? Did you say 'over'? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!...It ain't over now, 'cause when the goin' gets tough, the tough get goin'. Who's with me? Let's go! Come on!...What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? 'Ooh, we're afraid to go with you, Bluto, we might get in trouble.' Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer... |
| Dean Vernon Wormer | The time has come for someone to put his foot down...and that foot is me. |
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