Dawn? Do you think I'll get into the Hummingbirds next year? Boys always get in. Do you...

Ralphie: Dawn? Do you think I'll get into the Hummingbirds next year? Dawn Weiner: Boys always get in. Ralphie: Do you think they'll go on a trip to Disney World next year also? Dawn Weiner: I don't know! Maybe. Depends. Ralphie: On what? Brandon: Hey, dog-face! Dawn Weiner: Drop dead! Ralphie: Let's go. Brandon: What's the matter, faggot? In a hurry to run home to Mommy? Dawn Weiner: Shut up! Brandon: Make me, lesbo! Dawn Weiner: You think you're so cool! Ralphie: You think you're hot shit but you're really just cold diarrhea. Brandon: Hoo-HOO! Listen to this faggot! Dawn Weiner: Shut up, you asshole! Ralphie: Yeah, shut up! Brandon: Man, if I were you, faggot, I'd be shittin' in my pants, 'cause when you go to junior high, man, I'm gonna smash that little fairy face of yours into a mushy pulp! Dawn Weiner: Yeah, well, at least he won't stay back a year! [Brandon knocks her soda out of her hand and laughs] Dawn Weiner: Retard!

- Say it, faggot. Say it! - No! -I'm a faggot. -Leave him alone. Hey, guys, watch out. It's the Wiener dog! It's dog-face over here. You guys are such jerks. What's the matter, ugly? You like faggots? Let's get out of here. Her face is killing me. Are you all right, Troy? Leave me alone, Wiener dog. Hey, that didn't sound too much like "Satisfaction." -What's the matter? -I don't know. It says B-flat. -I'm just playing what it says. -Play me an A. -This is bad. -We sound like shit. I knew this band idea was gonna suck. What does "suck" mean? Missy, go play with Dawn. We've gotta practice more. It's our first time. What do you think the Stones sounded like their first time? -Yeah. -Okay. I'm gonna close the garage door so we can get privacy. Okay, let's take it from the top. One, and a two, and a one, two, three, four.