Black Christmas

Barb: I think the little buggers schnockered, son of a bitch.

Sergeant Nash: Excuse me? Could you give me the number at the sorority house? Please?
Barb: Yeah, sure. It's, ah... Fellatio 20880. Fellatio. It's a new exchange, FE.
Sergeant Nash: That's a new one on me. How do you spell it?
Barb: Capital F, E, little L, L-A, T-I-O.
Sergeant Nash: Thanks.
Barb: Don't mention it.

Mr. Harrison: I didn't send my daughter in here to be drinking and picking up the boys.

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