"John Bender: Eat my shorts. Vice Principal Richard Vernon: What was that? John: Eat—my—shorts. Vernon: You just bought yourself another Saturday. John: Ooh, I'm crushed. Vernon: You just bought one more. John: Well, I'm free the Saturday after that. Beyond that, I'm going to have to check my calendar. Vernon': Good, 'cause it's going to be filled! We'll keep going. You want another one? Just say the word say it. Instead of going to prison, you'll come here. Are you through? John: No. Vernon: I'm doing society a favour. John: So? Vernon: That's another one right now! I've got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step. You want another one? John: Yes. Vernon: You got it! You got another one right there! That's another one, pal! Claire Standish: Cut it out! Vernon: You through? John: Not even close, bud! Vernon: Good! You got one more right there! John: You really think I give a shit? Vernon: Another! You through? John: How many is that? Brian Ralph Johnson: That's seven including when we first came in and you asked Mr. Vernon whether Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet. Vernon: Now it's eight. You stay out of this. Brian: Excuse me, sir, it's seven. Vernon: Shut up, peewee! You're mine, Bender…for two months, I gotcha! I gotcha! John: What can I say? I'm thrilled!"