Peggy Sue: We had one glorious night together, someday you'll remember and write about it.
Michael Fitzsimmons: Yeah, I can dig that. Bittersweet perfection. Dogs of lust on leashes of memory.
Charlie Bodell: Well, what's the point of being a teenager if you can't dress weird?
Michael Fitzsimmons: I'm going to check out of this bourgeois motel, push myself from the dinner table and say, "No more Jell-o for me, mom!"
Michael Fitzsimmons: So are you going to marry Mr. Blue Impala and graze around with all the other sheep for the rest of your life?
Peggy Sue: No... I already did that.
Maddy Nagle: That Michael Fitzsimmons just doesn't look like the barbeque type.
Peggy Sue: Why don't you shut up and show some compassion? If you weren't so neurotic and insecure you'd see that Richard is a really great guy.
Delores Dodge: Are you for real?
Peggy Sue: Charlie, it's like there's this window into my heart and you can open and crawl in whenever you want. Well, I've got to close it or nothing is ever going to change.
Walter Getz: The best thing about being a dentist. Pure pharmaceutical grade. Couple of lines of this, I could drill my own teeth.