Bob Falfa Quotes in American Graffiti (1973)

Bob Falfa: Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya!

John Milner: You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me!

Bob Falfa: Hey, I've been lookin' all over for ya, man. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin' for ya?

John Milner: Man, I can't keep track of all you punks runnin' 'round here backwards.

Bob Falfa: Hey you're s'posed to be the fastest thing in the Valley man, but that can't be your car, it must be your mama's car! I'm sorta' embarrassed to be this close to ya!

John Milner: Yeah, well I'm not surprised, drivin' a field car!

Bob Falfa: Field car? What's a field car?

John Milner: A field car runs through the fields, droppin' cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow.

Bob Falfa: Ha ha! That's pretty good! Say, I like the color of your car there, man. What's that s'posed to be? Sort of a cross between piss yella' and puke green, ain't it?

John Milner: Well, you call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly. I bet you got to sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires!

Bob Falfa: Well at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by, man.

John Milner: Oh ho, funny!

Bob Falfa: Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say?

Laurie Henderson: Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.

Bob Falfa: [singing] Some enchanted evening / You will see a stranger / You will see a stranger / Across a crowded room / And somehow you'll know / That she is the one...

[John and Falfa arrive at Paradise Road for their drag race. John then suddenly notices that Laurie is with Falfa]

John Milner: Hey, Laurie, what in hell are you doin' in there?

[to Falfa]

John Milner: Is she gonna ride with you?

Laurie Henderson: Mind your own business, John!

Bob Falfa: Yeah, she's goin' with me. You take care of yourself, man.

Bob Falfa: Hey, you know a guy around here with a piss yellow deuce coupe, supposed to be hot stuff?

Terry Fields: You mean John Milner?

[Falfa nods slowly]

Terry Fields: Hey, nobody can beat him, man. He's got the fastest...

Bob Falfa: [cutting him off] I ain't nobody, dork! Right?

Terry Fields: [intimidated] Uh... right.

Bob Falfa: Hey, you see this Milner, you tell him I'm lookin' for him, huh? Tell him I aim to blow his ass right off the road.