Greasers
Hal:
+ Whoa...sorry.
+ Excuse me.
+ My bad.
- Watch where you're going you skinny little maggot!
- Uh...so skinny and it's so in my way.
- Beat it, twig!
- I'm walkin' here, twerp!
- Make way for a real man!
- Look where yer' goin' skinny.
- Maybe if you ate a proper meal, you'd have the strength to get out of my way.
D - Beat it, deadbeat.
F - You really are a loser.
J - Ugh...stupid jock!
N - Outta my way, nerd.
P - Keep walkin', rich boy.
Johnny:
+ Whoa man.
+ Careful now.
+ Hey.
- 'ey don't touch the jacket.
- 'ey don't make me hurt you.
- 'ey look where ya' goin'.
- Do you know who I am?
- 'ey you don't wanna be messin' with Johnny.
- 'ey you lookin' for trouble?
- What, you wanna rumble?
Lefty:
+ 'ey sorry man.
+ My-my fault.
+ Oh sorry.
- 'ey watch it!
- Okay, don't do that again!
- Eyes on the road, dork!
- Take a detour jerk!
- You wanna get yer ass kicked?
- You blind as well as I'm cool?
- Move it!
D - Oh, you get outta here loser before I kill you.
F - You are so pathetic!
J - Excuse me?
N - I'm gonna kick yer ass, dork!
P - You drive your sports car like that?!
Lola:
+ Oh sorry.
+ Can I get by?
+ *Giggle*
- I'm not interested.
- Get lost, scuz.
- You're not my type.
- Johnny won't like this.
- Back off creep!
- Keep your hands to yourself!
- Stop hassling me!
F - Where's Johnny?!
Lucky:
+ Sorry.
+ Oops...my fault.
+ Sorry about that.
- Hey, watch it!
- Outta the way!
- Hey, my hair!
- Don't EVER...do that again.
- Watch yourself.
- You got a problem?
- What's up, jerk?
D - Out of my way.
F - Out of my way, traitor.
J - Hey, sporto! Move!
N - Watch it, brain.
P - Careful...don't get your nice clothes dirty.
Norton:
+ Sorry.
+ Nah, it's cool man, don't worry about it.
+ Big dawg comin' through!
- Get off me!
- Watch where ya goin'!
- Get outta my way!
- Hey jerkwad, I'm walkin' here.
- Dumbass!
- Now say ya sorry before this gets all ugly.
D - Get a job you worthless sack of crap.
F - You made a lot of friends, haven't you?
J - Like you'd have a chance.
N - MOVE it, Frodo!
P - Damn preppies, you think you own everything!
Peanut:
+ Sorry man.
+ Sorry, I slipped.
+ My fault. Sorry.
- What's the matter with you?!
- You're cruisin' for a bruisin'.
- What's the dealyo?
- What is this...retard patrol?
- I'm kicking you off the -inaudible-, loser. (Help, someone? It sounds like bike police, but that doesn't make sense)
- You gotta flatten your head, loser.
- You want me to peddle on your head?
D - Get a job, loser.
F - You still here? I thought you died.
J - You got a problem, hero?
N - The science lab is the other way, egghead.
P - You want me to grease your brakes, rich boy?
Ricky:
+ Sorry boss.
+ Hey man. Look out.
+ Hah. Didn't see ya there.
- What the frig?!
- Try that again, punk!
- DON'T touch me.
- Cut it out, loser!
- Quit it, ya tool!
- What're you, stupid?
- Yer pissin' me off.
D - Bite me, retard! Why don't you screw off and die?
F - Screw off, Hopkins! You're like a rusty chain; useless.
J - Shouldn't you be rubbin' down Mr. Burton and the rest of those butt slappers?
N - Hey Poindexter, touch me again, and I'll stick yer nose in my smokes!
P - Back off, prep...you wouldn't wanna get grease on that designer shirt now, would ya?
Vance:
+ 'scuse me.
+ Lemme slide by you there.
+ Whoops...I didn't see ya.
- Hey! Watch the hair!
- Watch the leather!
- Cool it!
- Buzz off!
- 'ey, yer crowdin' ma' style here.
- 'ey you want something, dipstick?!
D - Dude! I'm not yer drug deala'.
F - Hey Jimmy! Don't wipe your anti-cool on me.
J - Late for the big game, lunkhead?
N - Watch it, Dorcas McDinklestein!
P - *Faux English accent* Where's the tea party?
