Scott Howard Quotes in Teen Wolf (1985)

Scott Howard: Hi. I'd like a keg of beer please?

Old man clerk: [looking at a newspaper] You don't say.

Scott Howard: Yeah. How much is that?

Old man clerk: You little bastards just don't give up, do you? Listen, no I.D. no goddamn beer. Can't you get that through your thick skull?

Scott Howard: [his eyes turn red and his voice changes] Give me, a keg, of beer.

[the clerk steps back in fear and go gets a keg, then Scott turns back to normal holding a thing of licorice]

Scott Howard: And these.

Coach Finstock: Look Scotty, I know what you're going through. Couple years back, a kid came to me much the same way you're coming to me now, saying the same thing that you're saying. He wanted to drop off the team. His mother was a widow, all crippled up. She was scrubbing floors. She had this pin in her hip. So he wanted to drop basketball and get a job. Now these were poor people, these were hungry people with real problems. Understand what I'm saying?

Scott Howard: What happened to the kid?

Coach Finstock: I don't know. He quit. He was a third stringer, I didn't need him.

Harold Howard: [upon seeing each other as werewolves] An explanation is probably long overdue.

Scott Howard: An explanation? Jesus Christ, dad! An explanation? Look at me! Look at you.

Harold Howard: It's not as bad as it looks.

Scott Howard: Wait a minute, wait a minute, dad. You mean you knew about this? You knew about this and you didn't tell me?

Harold Howard: I was hoping I wouldn't have to. Sometimes it skips a generation. I was hoping it would pass you by.

Scott Howard: Well, Dad it didn't pass me by. It landed on my face. What the hell am I gonna do?

Harold Howard: [Scott slams his bedroom door behind him] Scott, we really need to talk about this.

Scott Howard: Forget it, dad. I don't want to talk. Go away.

Scott Howard: Listen, Stiles. Do you know anything about a rash that's going around?

Stiles: Why, you looking to catch something?

Scott Howard: No, I'm serious.

Stiles: No... but I heard Mr. Murphy, you know, the shop teacher?

Scott Howard: Yeah?

Stiles: Got his dick caught in a vacuum cleaner.

Scott Howard: Styles, I got something to tell you. It's kind of hard, but...

Stiles: Look, are you gonna tell me you're a fag because if you're gonna tell me you're a fag, I don't think I can handle it.

Scott Howard: I'm not a fag. I'm... a werewolf.

Harold Howard: I was hoping it would pass you by.

Scott Howard: Well, Dad it didn't pass me by. It landed on my face.

Scott Howard: I was with Stiles this afternoon.

Harold Howard: I know.

Scott Howard: You saw?

Harold Howard: Yeah, I saw, unless that was another werewolf doing a handstand on top of Stiles' wolfmobile and making a fool of himself.

Scott Howard: [admiring himself in the mirror] You are an animal! Woo!

Scott Howard: [Scott is at the party and approaches Pam]

[to Pam]

Scott Howard: Are you looking for someone in particular?

Pamela Wells: [to Scott, sarcastically] Not you!

[walks off]

Lisa 'Boof' Marconi: [to Scott drinking a beer] There you go! She said two words to you.

Stiles: Do the right thing.

Scott Howard: That's all I wanna do, Stiles. That's all I wanna do.

Stiles: [his car is speeding by] Boof, how the hell are you?

Scott Howard: Say no.

Lisa 'Boof' Marconi: [to Stiles] No!

Stiles: Great talking to you.

Vice Principal Thorne: You may think that you are special here... but let me remind you that I am still the vice principal.

Scott Howard: [In full werewolf mode and wearing sunglasses] Hey, I'm no different than anyone else.

Scott Howard: Give me a keg of beer... and these.

Vice Principal Thorne: Awful far from your side of the building aren't you, Howard?

Scott Howard: No. I mean ye-yes, sir but the halls were wet.

Vice Principal Thorne: Let me see your hands.

Scott Howard: [nervously] Sir?

Vice Principal Thorne: Let me see your hands.

[Scott shows Thorne his hands, he sighs]

Vice Principal Thorne: You wouldn't happen to have a marker on you, would you?

Harold Howard: Listen son. You're going to be able to do a lot of things the other guys aren't.

Scott Howard: Oh yeah, like chase cars, and bite the mailman?

[Rehearsing for the school play]

Scott Howard: Sergeant, burn the fields and when you're done with that, burn the house.

Scott Howard: These waves are mine.