Flounder: Hello!
Dean Vernon Wormer: Zero point two… Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son.
Memorable quotes for Animal House (1978)
Flounder: You guys playing cards?
Katy: Boon, I think I’m in love with a retard.
Boon: Is he bigger than me?
Otter: Let me give you a hint. She’s got a couple of major-league yabbos.
Boon: Beverly!
Otter: No. But you’re getting warmer. Here’s another: "Oh God, Oh God, OH GOD!"
Boon: Marlene! Don’t tell me you’re gonna pork Marlene Desmond!
Otter: Pork?
Boon: You’re gonna hump her brains out, aren’t you?
Otter: Boon, I anticipate a deeply religious experience.
Babs: Greg, honey, is it supposed to be this soft?
Otter: Flounder, I am appointing you pledge representative to the social committee.
Flounder: Gee Otter, thanks. What do I have to do?
Otter: It means you have to drive us to the Food King.
Bluto: Grab a brew. Don’t cost nothin’.
Otter: Mrs. Wormer, I’m so glad you could come.
Marion Wormer: Cut the crap. Give me a drink.
Dean Vernon Wormer: Greg, what is the worst fraternity on this campus?
Greg Marmalard: Well that would be hard to say, sir. They’re each outstanding in their own way.
Dean Vernon Wormer: Cut the horseshit, son. I’ve got their disciplinary files right here. Who dropped a whole truckload of fizzies into the swim meet? Who delivered the medical school cadavers to the alumni dinner? Every Halloween, the trees are filled with underwear. Every spring, the toilets explode.
Greg Marmalard: You’re talking about Delta, sir.
Dean Vernon Wormer: Of course I’m talking about Delta, you TWERP!
Bluto: See if you can guess what I am now.
[puts cottage cheese ball in his mouth and hits his cheeks with his fists and spits it out]
Bluto: I’m a zit. Get it?
Hoover: We’re in trouble. I just checked with the guys at the Jewish house and they said that every one of our answers on the Psych test was wrong.
Boon: Every one?
[looks at Bluto and D-Day]
Boon: Those assholes must have stolen the wrong fucking exam!
Dean Vernon Wormer: The time has come for someone to put his foot down. And that foot is me.
[Clorette has just passed out]
Larry’s evil conscience: Fuck her. Fuck her brains out. Suck her tits, squeeze her buns. You know she wants it.
Larry’s good conscience: For shame! Lawrence, I’m surprised at you!
Larry’s evil conscience: Aw, don’t listen to that jack-off. Look at those gazongas. You’ll never get a better chance.
Larry’s good conscience: If you lay one finger on that poor sweet helpless girl, you’ll despise yourself forever… I’m proud of you, Lawrence.
Larry’s evil conscience: You homo.
Bluto: They took the bar! The whole fucking bar!
Dean Vernon Wormer: Mr. Kroger: two C’s, two D’s and an F. That’s a 1.2. Congratulations, Kroger. You’re at the top of the Delta pledge class. Mr. Dorfman?
Flounder: Hello!
Dean Vernon Wormer: Zero point two… Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son. Mr. Hoover, president of Delta house? One point six; 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.
Meaner dude: If I was in your shoes, I’d be…
Boon: Leaving! What a good idea.
D-Day: War’s over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: 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: And it ain’t over now. ‘Cause when the goin’ gets tough…
[thinks hard]
Bluto: the tough get goin’! Who’s with me? Let’s go!
[runs out, alone; then returns]
Bluto: 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: Dead! Bluto’s right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, 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: We’re just the guys to do it.
D-Day: Let’s do it.
Bluto: *Let’s do it*!
Flounder: May I have ten thousand marbles, please?
[the Deltas have been expelled]
Bluto: Christ. Seven years of college down the drain. Might as well join the fucking Peace Corps.
[None of his literature students are paying attention]
Jennings: Don’t write this down, but I find Milton probably as boring as you find Milton. Mrs. Milton found him boring too. He’s a little bit long-winded, he doesn’t translate very well into our generation, and his jokes are terrible.
[Bell rings, students rise to leave]
Jennings: But that doesn’t relieve you of your responsibility for this material. Now I’m waiting for reports from some of you… Listen, I’m not joking. This is my job!
[Handed his first joint]
Pinto: I won’t go schizo, will I?
Jennings: It’s a distinct possibility.
[after Delta house is closed]
Doug Neidermeyer: How does it feel to be an independent, Schoenstein?
Boon: How does it feel to be an asshole, Neidermeyer?
[Flounder has just fired a blank cartridge near Neidermeyer’s horse, and the horse has dropped dead]
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 checks the gun]
D-Day: There WERE blanks in that gun!
Flounder: Maybe he had a heart attack.
Bluto: Holy shit!
Flounder: I can’t believe I threw up in front of Dean Wormer.
Boon: Face it, Kent. You threw up *on* Dean Wormer.
Hoover: They confiscated everything, even the stuff we didn’t steal!
Pinto: I was thinking, maybe we could get some beer.
Clorette De Pasto: Nah, not tonight. Besides, you might get lucky without it.
Dean Vernon Wormer: Well, well, well. Looks like somebody forgot there’s a rule against alcoholic beverages in fraternities on probation!
Otter: What a tool.
Dean Vernon 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 Vernon Wormer: Put a sock in it, boy, or else you’ll be outta here like shit through a goose.
Clorette De Pasto: Dad! Mom, Dad, this is Larry Kroger. The boy who molested me last month. We have to get married.
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: What’s the difference?
[Addressing the room]
Otter: 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.
[winks at Dean Wormer]
Otter: But you can’t hold a whole fraternity responsible for the behavior of a few, sick twisted 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 whatever you want to us, but we’re not going to sit here and listen to you badmouth the United States of America. Gentlemen!
[Leads the Deltas out of the hearing, all humming the Star-Spangled Banner]
Otter: Mandy, Mandy Pepperidge. I haven’t seen you since we…
Mandy Pepperidge: Go away!
Otter: I’m sorry, I can only stay a minute. Can I buy you some lunch? Oh, you got your lunch. Well, how about some milk? Got your milk too. Can I just massage your thighs while you eat?
Mandy Pepperidge: Do I have to leave?
Otter: Is this any way to treat an intimate friend?
Boon: I want you to fix Pinto up, but it’s got to be a very special girl.
Pinto: Look, you don’t have to…
Boon: Now, she should be good-looking, but we’re willing to trade looks for a certain… morally casual attitude.
Katy: You mean you want someone he can screw on the first date.
Boon: Well put. You see, Pinto’s never been laid.
Pinto: Hey!
Boon: What’d I say?
Boon: Where are you going? We just got here.
Katy: No, Boon, you just got here. I’ve been downstairs for an hour entertaining some kid 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.
Boon: It’s not gonna be an orgy! It’s a toga party.
Katy: Honestly, Boon, you’re twenty-one years old. In six months you’re going to graduate, and tomorrow night you’re going to wrap yourself in a bed sheet and pour grain alcohol all over your head. It’s cute, but I think I’ll pass this time.
Boon: Want me to go alone?
Katy: Baby, I don’t want you to go at all.
Boon: It’s a *fraternity* party, I’m in the fraternity. How can I miss it?
Katy: I’ll write you a note. I’ll say you’re too well to attend.
Bluto: TOGA! TOGA!
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: [crying] That’s easy for you to say! What am I going to tell Fred?
Otter: I’ll tell you what. We’ll tell Fred you were doing a great job taking care of his car, but you parked it out back last night and in the morning, it was gone. We report it to the police, your brother’s insurance company buys him a new car. D-Day takes care of the wreck.
Flounder: Will that work?
Otter: Hey, it’s gotta work better than the truth.
Bluto: [thrusting six-pack into Flounder’s hands] My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.
Otter: Better listen to him, Flounder, he’s in pre-med.
D-Day: [firing up blow-torch] There you go now, just leave everything to me.
Hoover: Kent is a legacy, Otter. His brother was a ’59, Fred Dorfman.
Flounder: He said legacies usually get asked to pledge automatically.
Otter: Oh, well, usually. Unless the pledge in question turns out to be a real closet-case.
Otter, Boon: Like Fred.
D-Day: We have an old saying in Delta House: don’t get mad, get even.
Jennings: Teaching is just a way to pay the bills until I finish my novel.
Boon: How long you been workin’ on it?
Jennings: Four and a half years.
Pinto: It must be very good.
Jennings: It’s a piece of shit. Would anyone like to smoke some pot?
Neidermeyer: You’re all worthless and weak! Now drop and give me twenty!
Mayor Carmine De Pasto: If you want this year’s homecoming parade in my town, you have to pay for it.
Dean Vernon Wormer: Carmine, I don’t think it’s right that you should extort money from the college.
Mayor Carmine De Pasto: Look, these parades you throw are very expensive. You using my police, my sanitation people, and my Oldsmobiles free of charge. So, if you mention extortion again, I’ll have your legs broken.
Chip: [being spanked as part of Omega’s initiation] Thank you, sir! May I have another?
Marion Wormer: You can take your thumb out of my ass any time now, Carmine.
Dean Vernon Wormer: Put Neidermeyer on it. He’s a sneaky little shit just like you.
Hoover: Will you tell those assholes to shut up?
Boon: Hey! Shut up you assholes!
Babs: [Meeting Larry and Kent for the first time] A wimp and a blimp!
Dean Vernon Wormer: I hate those guys.
D-Day: Ramming speed!
[Dean Wormer’s plotting to get rid of Delta House]
Greg Marmalard: But Delta’s already on probation.
Dean Vernon Wormer: They are? Well, as of this moment, they’re on DOUBLE SECRET PROBATION!
Otter: Ah, she broke our date.
Boon: Washing her hair?
Otter: Dead mother.
[at the Dexter Lake Club, a Negroes-only bar, with Otis Day and the Knights playing Shama Lama Ding Dong]
Pinto: What are you majoring in?
Brunella: Primitive cultures.
Bluto: Food fight!
[Otter and Mrs. Wormer are in the supermarket vegetable section]
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: Mine’s bigger.
[Marion looks questioningly at him]
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: My cucumber. It’s bigger. I think vegetables can be very sensuous, don’t you?
Marion Wormer: No, vegetables are sensual. People are sensuous.
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: Right. Sensual. That’s what I meant. My name’s Eric Stratton. People call me Otter.
Marion Wormer: My name’s Marion. People call me Mrs. Wormer.
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: Oh, we have a Dean Wormer at Faber.
Marion Wormer: How interesting. I have a husband named Dean Wormer at Faber. Still want to show me your cucumber?
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: You guys up for a toga party?
John ‘Bluto’ Blutarsky: Toga! Toga!
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: Ah, I think they like the idea, Hoov.
Greg Marmalard: Come outta there, you bastards!
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: [in falsetto] Who is it?
Greg Marmalard: You know damn well who it is.
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: I’m sorry. You’ll have to come back later. I’m doing the dishes.
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: Greg, look at my thumb.
[Gregg looks at Otter’s thumb. Otter punches Gregg in the face]
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: Gee, you’re dumb.
Doug Neidermeyer: And most recently of all, a "Roman Toga Party" was held from which we have received more than two dozen reports of individual acts of perversion SO profound and disgusting that decorum prohibits listing them here.
Charming guy with guitar: I gave my love a cherry / That had no stone / I gave my love a chicken / That had no bones / I gave my love a story / That had no end / I gave my…
Bluto: [grabs the guitar and smashes it against the wall] Sorry.
Mean dude: Do you mind if we dance with your dates?
Babs: That boy is a P-I-G pig.
Bluto: [after chugging a whole bottle of Jack without a pause for air] Thanks. I needed that.
[chucks the bottle behind him, which shatters on the hood of the car behind him]
Eric ‘Otter’ Stratton: Sophomore dies in kiln explosion? Oh My God! I just talked to her last week… She was going to make a pot for me.
Dean Vernon Wormer: [after seeing Bluto pops out of a car in a pirate costume]
Dean Vernon Wormer: Oh my God.
Boon: I gotta work on my game.
Otter: No, no, no, don’t think of it as work. The whole point is just to enjoy yourself.
Dean Vernon Wormer: [about Delta’s grade point average] IT STINKS! It’s the lowest on campus. It’s the lowest in Faber history!
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. And besides, I lied to you, too.
Pinto: Oh, yeah? What about?
Clorette De Pasto: I’m only 13.
Bluto: Kroger, your Delta Tau Chi name is Pinto.
Pinto: Why "Pinto"?
Bluto: [belches] Why not?
Mandy Pepperidge: [Bluto has joined Mandy, Otter, Greg, Chip and Babs at their lunch table and is consuming his food with somewhat sloppy gusto] Greg, can’t you…
Otter: No, it’s okay, just keep your hands and feet away from his mouth.
Hoover: Hey are you guys coming down?
[Boon and Otter look at Hoover]
Hoover: There happen to be 50 people downstairs waiting to try and get into this fraternity. Otter, you are the rush chairman. I think you should be present at the rush party.
Otter: [as Boon, Otter, Flounder, Pinto and their dates enter the Negro bar, the music and dancing pauses and all the patrons turn to look at them] We… are gonna die.
Pinto: Boon, we’re the only white people here.
[the music and dancing resumes]
Boon: [Niedermyer is abusing Flounder in ROTC] Vicious mother, isn’t he?
Otter: He can’t do that to our pledges!
Boon: Only we can do that to our pledges.
Boon: [At the bar in the Negro roadhouse, Boon turns to face the band] Otis, my man!
[Otis pauses singing for a second and peers incredulously at Boon]
Flounder: What is my Delta Tau Chi name?
Bluto: Dorfman, I’ve thought long and hard about this. Your Delta Tau Chi name is… Flounder.
Flounder: Flounder?
Katy: It must have been some party.
Boon: Unbelievable. A new low. I’m so ashamed.
Katy: I’m almost sorry I missed it.
