Clayton RohnerQuotes

Terry: I bet you're a little confused.

Rick: I think I understand.

Terry: I know I should've told you sooner, but, uh... I didn't. Um... I'm a...

Rick: [cuts her off] Terry, I know. You're gay.

Terry: I'm not gay.

Rick: Wait a minute. Now I'm confused.

Terry: I'm a girl. I'm a woman.

Rick: [chuckles; [Cyndi Lauper] Right, and I'm ].

Rick: Wait a minute, are those what I think they are?

Terry: I'm sorry.

Rick: Where do you get off having tits?

Terry: There was this contest, and I needed prove it, but then I stayed and I met you. And you're so wonderful that...

Rick: Shit... I can't believe this.

Terry: Rick, I know you're mad, but I think you're terrific, and your friendship means so much to me that I just...

Rick: Then this whole thing was bullshit. Major bullshit.

Rick: [pushes Terry off him] It's okay, everybody. It's all right. He has tits.

Rick: Um, excuse me. Could I have your attention please? Your attention? Every day at lunch, we get a very special treat from a very special guy. A guy who has dedicated his life to building his body, pushing his muscles to the very limits of human endurance. Why, you ask? Why? Well, to be strong enough to lift tables and spill food, Greg Tolan!

Rick: Whoa, wait. Let's take a moment to find out a little bit about the man behind the mess. Greg! May I call you Greg? Now, tell us, Greg, how did you get into spilling food, huh? Were you a messy baby? Did you hate your strained peas? Well, you know, how most psychologists tell us that guys, well, they get into body building to compensate for either a lack of IQ, or a small weenie. Which is it, Greg? Well, those of us in Greg's gym class certainly know the answer to that one.

Greg: I'm going to beat the shit out of you, Morehouse!

Deborah: Greg, please!

Rick: [the kids in the cafeteria go to an end of their table; everybody in the cafeteria lifts their table, spilling food, including spilling their food on Greg's feet] Hey, isn't he great? Muscles and a sense of humor. Well, let's thank Greg for the many lunchtime thrills and spills he's given us. All right everybody, up! Come on, everybody up! Grab an end of your table! A tribute to you, Greg. Lift! We love you, Greg!

Terry: What are you doing?

Rick: What's it look like I'm doing?

Terry: Well, do you have to do that in here?

Rick: Seemed like the right time, certainly the right place.