Animal House (1978) - Quotes

Taglines: Animal House is an Educational Film!

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Taglines: Relive the best 7 years of your college education.

Taglines: We can do anything we want. We're college students!

Taglines: It was the Deltas against the rules... the rules lost!

Pinto: Before we go any further, there's something I have to tell you. I lied to you. I've never done this before.

Clorette De Pasto: You've never made out with a girl before?

Pinto: No. No, I mean, I've never done what I think we're gonna do in a minute. I sort of did once, but I was drunk...

Clorette De Pasto: That's okay, Larry. Neither have I. It's my first time too. And besides, I lied to you, too.

Pinto: Oh, yeah? What about?

Clorette De Pasto: I'm only 13.

Bluto: [[w:Peace Corps|Peace Corps] Christ! Seven years of college down the drain. Might as well join the fucking ]!

Pinto: My mother's gonna kill me.

Hoover: I knew it. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.

Flounder: Can't believe I threw up in front of Dean Wormer.

Boon: [puts his arm around Flounder] Face it, Kent. You threw up on Dean Wormer.

D-Day: Move. Move it.

Boon: Damn.

Boon: I got ya. I got ya.

Boon: Jesus Christ! What happened? You look grotesque.

Otter: Well, some of the Omegas did a little dance on my face.

Bluto: Who was it?

Otter: Uh, it was Greggy and Dougie and some of the other Hitler youth.

Boon: Why? What ya do?

Otter: [Otter looks around.] I don't know. They're just animals, I guess. Looks like I missed something.

Boon: Yeah, you did. We're all officially kicked out of school. Wormer just got our grades.

Otter: They kicked us out of school? Huh?! That makes sense.

Bluto: [standing up] HEY!! What's this lying around shit?!

Stork: Well, what the hell we s'posed to do, you moron?!

D-Day: War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.

Bluto: What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!

Otter: Germans?

Boon: Forget it. He's rolling.

Bluto: [He runs out of the room screaming but then returns.] And it ain't over now. Cause when the goin gets tough . . . the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go! C'mon! What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh?! This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst! "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well, JUST KISS MY ASS FROM NOW ON!!! Not me! I'm not gonna take this! Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, DEAD! Niedermeyer—

Otter: [Otter stands up.] Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now, we could fight em with conventional weapons. That could take years and cost millions of lives. Oh no. No, in this case, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.

Bluto: And we're just the guys to do it.

Boon: Let's do it.

Bluto: Let's do it!

Bluto: Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Dean Wormer: Where are the other two—Stratton and Schoenstein?

Hoover: We looked everywhere, sir, but—

Dean Wormer: Never mind. It doesn't matter. You gentlemen seen your midterm grades yet?

Hoover: Oh, they're not posted yet, sir.

Dean Wormer: I've seen them. Mr. Kroger, two C's, two D's and an F—that's a 1.2 grade average. Congratulations, Kroger, you're at the top of the Delta pledge class.

Dean Wormer: Mr. Dorfman.

Flounder: Hellooooo.

Dean Wormer: [looks up to see that Bluto has stuck pencils up his nose; with heavy emphasis; Bluto shrugs.] 0.2. Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son. Mr. Hoover, president of Delta House—1.6. Four C's and an F. A fine example you set. Daniel Simpson Day has no grade point average. All courses incomplete. Mr. Blu— Mr. Blutarsky. Zero. Point. Zero. Now I want you to tell Mr. Stratton and Mr. Schoenstein exactly what I'm about to tell you now.

Hoover: What's that, sir?

Dean Wormer: You're out! Finished at Faber! Expelled! I want you off this campus at 9:00 Monday morning! And I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I have notified your local draft boards and told them that you are now all, all eligible for military service.

Dean Wormer: [Flounder opens his mouth a bit; Flounder opens his mouth some more] Well? Well? OUT with it!

D-Day: Hey, quit your blubberin'. When I get through with this baby, you won't even recognize it.

Otter: Flounder, you can't spend your whole life worrying about your mistakes! You fucked up. You trusted us! Hey, make the best of it! Maybe we can help.

Flounder: That's easy for you to say! What am I going to tell Fred?!

Otter: I'll tell you what. I'll swear you were doing a great job taking care of his car, but you parked it out back last night and this morning, it was gone. D-Day takes care of the wreck. We report it to the police. Your brother's insurance company buys him a new car.

Flounder: Will that work?

Otter: Hey, it's gotta work better than the truth.

Bluto: My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.

Otter: You better listen to him, Flounder. He's in pre-med.

D-Day: There you go now, just leave everything to me.

Pinto's Conscience (Devil): Fuck her! Fuck her brains out! Suck her tits. Squeeze her buns. You know she wants it.

Pinto's Conscience (Angel): For Shame! Lawrence! I'm surprised at you.

Pinto's Conscience (Devil): Ah! Don't listen to that Jackoff. Look at those gazongas. You'll never get a better chance.

Pinto's Conscience (Angel): If you lay one hand on that poor sweet, helpless girl, you'll despise yourself forever.

Pinto's Conscience (Angel): I'm proud of you, Lawrence.

Pinto's Conscience (Devil): You homo!

Neidermeyer: How does it feel to be an independent, Schoenstein?

Boon: How's it feel to be an asshole, Neidermeyer?

Otter: Point of parliamentary procedure!

Hoover: Don't screw around, they're serious this time.

Otter: Take it easy, I'm pre-law.

Boon: I thought you were pre-med.

Otter: [winks at Dean Wormer] What's the difference? Ladies and gentlemen, I'll be brief. The issue here is not whether we broke a few rules, or took a few liberties with our female party guests—we did. But you can't hold a whole fraternity responsible for the behavior of a few, sick perverted individuals. For if you do, then shouldn't we blame the whole fraternity system? And if the whole fraternity system is guilty, then isn't this an indictment of our educational institutions in general? I put it to you, Greg: isn't this an indictment of our entire American society? Well, you can do what you want to us, but we're not going to sit here and listen to you badmouth the United States of America. Gentlemen!

Greg: Order!

Dean Wormer: You're not walking out of this one, mister! You're finished! No more Delta! You've bought it this time, buster! I'm calling your national office! I'm going to revoke your charter! And if you wise guys try one more thing, one more, I'm going to kick you out of college! NO MORE FUN OF ANY KIND!!

Hoover: (to Boon) Will you tell those assholes to shut up?

Boon: (to everyone in the court) HEY, SHUT UP, YOU ASSHOLES!

Otter: We need to do something.

Boon: We do.

Otter: You know what we need to do?

Otter and Boon: Toga party.

Hoover: We're on "double-secret probation," whatever the hell that is. We can't afford to have a toga party.

Otter: You guys up for a toga party?

Bluto: TOGA! TOGA!

Otter: Ah, I think they like the idea, Hoov.

Hoover: Otter, please don't do this.

Otter: I've got news for you, pal. They're gonna nail us no matter what we do, so we might as well have a good time.

Dean Wormer: Well, well, well. Looks like somebody forgot there's a rule against alcoholic beverages in fraternities on probation!

Otter: What a tool.

Dean Wormer: I didn't get that, son, what was that?

Otter: Uh, I said, "What a shame that a few bad apples have to spoil a good time for everyone by breaking the rules.

Dean Wormer: Put a sock in it, boy, or else you'll be outta here like shit through a goose.

Otter: Bluto! I think you know everybody here.

Mandy: Greg, can't you—

Otter: Don't worry. Just keep your hands and feet away from his mouth.

Greg: Don't you have any respect for yourself?

Babs: This is absolutely gross! That boy is a P-I-G, pig!

Bluto: [puts mashed potatoes in his mouth, then squeezes his cheeks, spraying them] See if you can guess what I am now. I'm a zit. Get it?

Greg: All right, you bastard. Let's go, right here!

Bluto: Food fight!

Neidermeyer: [to Flounder] Dress that line. Dress that line, mister! Dress that line, soldier. Mister, hold my mount. You fat, disgusting slob! You're a goddamn disgrace!!!

Boon: [watching from afar] A vicious mother, isn't he?

Otter: He can't do that to our pledges.

Boon: Only we can do that to our pledges.

Neidermeyer: [to Flounder] Redo those buttons! Dress that belt buckle! Straighten that cap! And goddamn it, tuck up those pajamas! Attention! Eyes front! What's that on your chest, mister?

Flounder: It's a pledge pin, sir.

Neidermeyer: A PLEDGE PIN?!?! On your UNIFORM?!! Just tell me, mister, what fraternity would pledge a man like you?

Flounder: It's a Delta pin, sir.

Neidermeyer: You'll report to the stable tonight and every night at 1900 hours, AND WITHOUT THAT PLEDGE PIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!! You're all worthless and weak! Now drop and give me twenty!

Bluto: Holy shit!

D-Day: There were blanks in that gun!

Flounder: I didn't even point the gun at him!

Bluto: Holy shit!

D-Day: There WERE blanks in that gun!!

Flounder: [[w:Myocardial infarction|heart attack] Maybe he had a ]!

Bluto: HOLY SHIT!!!

Boon: Where are you going? We just got here.

Katy: No, Boon, you just got here. I've been downstairs for an hour entertaining a boy from Pig's Knuckle, Arkansas.

Boon: Umm - maybe we could drive up to your folks place this weekend.

Katy: Oh, fabulous. My car filled with your beer buddies going up to empty my parents liquor cabinet. It's too depressing to think about.

Boon: No! Just gonna be you and me. And Otter and another girl.

Katy: Is this really what you're gonna do for the rest of your life?

Boon: What do you mean?

Katy: I mean hanging around with a bunch of animals getting drunk every weekend.

Boon: No! After I graduate, I'm gonna get drunk every night.

Katy: Boon, I think I'm in love with a retard.

Boon: Is he bigger than me?

Dean Wormer: [[w:Campus|campus] Greg, what is the worst fraternity on this ]?

Greg: That would be hard to say, sir. They're each outstanding in their own way.

Dean Wormer: [[w:Fizzies|fizzies; [w:Medical school|medical school; [w:Cadaver|cadaver; [w:Halloween|Halloween; [w:Toilet|toilet] Cut the horseshit, son. I've got their disciplinary files right here. Who dropped a whole truckload of ] into the swim meet? Who delivered the ] ]s to the alumni dinner? Every ], the trees are filled with underwear. Every spring, the ]s explode.

Greg: You're talking about Delta, sir.

Dean Wormer: Of course I'm talking about Delta, you TWERP!!! This year is going to be different. This year we are going to grab the bull by the balls and kick those punks off campus.

Greg: What do you intend to do sir? Delta's already on probation.

Dean Wormer: They are?

Greg: Yes, sir.

Dean Wormer: Oh. Then as of this moment, they're on double secret probation!

Greg: Double secret probation, sir?

Dean Wormer: [Greg nods] There is a little-known codicil in the Faber College constitution which gives the dean unlimited power to preserve order in time of campus emergency. Find me a way to revoke Delta's charter. You live next door. Put Neidermeyer on it. He's a sneaky little shit, just like you, right? The time has come for someone to put their foot down. And that foot is me.

Babs Jansen: Greg, honey, is it supposed to be this soft?