Terry Fields Quotes in American Graffiti (1973)

Terry Fields: Pardon me, sir, but I lost my I.D. in... in a flood and I'd like to get some Old Harper, hard stuff. Would you mind buying a bottle for me?

Bum at Liquor Store: Why certainly! I lost my wife, too - her name wasn't Idy, though, and it wasn't in a flood - but I know what ya...

Terry Fields: Thanks, here's enough for a pint.

Debbie Dunham: Is that tuck and roll?

Terry Fields: Yeah!

Debbie Dunham: That's bitchin' tuck and roll! You know, I really love the feel of tuck and roll upholstery.

Terry Fields: You do?

Debbie Dunham: Yeah.

Terry Fields: Yeah? Well, get in and I'll let you feel it... I mean, you know, you can touch it... uh... I'll let you feel the upholstery.

Debbie Dunham: Okay.

John Milner: What the hell's goin' on here, Toad? Hey, man, are you all right?

Terry Fields: Yeah, I'll die soon, then it'll all be over, John.

Debbie Dunham: Wow, you're just like the Lone Ranger.

John Milner: Yeah, yeah. Listen, are you with him?

Terry Fields: You're talking to the woman I love.

John Milner: What happened, man?

Vic: Hey Deb, How's my soft baby?

Debbie Dunham: Come on, beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby.

Vic: Aw, come on honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy.

Debbie Dunham: Yeah, three weeks? Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite you couldn't blow your nose.

Vic: Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein?

Debbie Dunham: Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking - it shows.

Terry Fields: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have...

Vic: Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich?

Terry Fields: Uh, no thanks. I'm waiting for a double Chucky Chuck.

Vic: Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut.

Vic: [pauses]

Vic: Hey, I'll call you some night Deb. Some night when I'm hard up.

Debbie Dunham: I won't be home.

Debbie Dunham: [lights a match and throws it at him as he makes an obscene gesture at her]

Debbie Dunham: Get out of here.

Terry Fields: You seem to know a lot of weird guys.

Debbie Dunham: That creep's not a friend of mine, he's just... *horny*. That's why I like you, you're different.

Terry Fields: I am? I mean, do you really think I'm intelligent?

Debbie Dunham: Yeah, and I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew.

[she puts her arm around him, leans over and kisses him]

Debbie Dunham: Yeah.

Terry Fields: Brew?

Debbie Dunham: Yeah.

Terry Fields: You mean liquor. Yeah, yeah right, liquor. Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.

[starts the car, backs up and pulls out of Mel's Drive-in]

Debbie Dunham: Maybe if it's the goat killer, he'll get somebody and we'll see the whole thing.

Terry Fields: I don't want to see the whole thing.

[first lines]

Terry Fields: Hey, what do you say, Curt? Last night in town... you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave?

Steve Bolander: The Moose have been looking for you all day.

[hands a check to Curt]

Steve Bolander: They got worried... thought you were trying to avoid them or something.

Terry Fields: What is it? What do ya got?

Curt Henderson: Oh, great.

Terry Fields: That's $2,000 man! Two thousand dollars!

Steve Bolander: Mr. Jennings gave it to me to give to you. He says he's sorry it's so late, but it's the first scholarship the Moose Lodge has given out. And he, uh, says they're all very proud of you back at the lodge.

Curt Henderson: Cute. Why don't you hold it for me for awhile?

Steve Bolander: Hey, I don't want it. Take it... it's yours.

Terry Fields: I'll take it!

[last lines]

John Milner: I know, uh... you probably think you're a big shot, goin' off like this...

John Milner: [he slaps Curt] ... but you're still a punk.

Curt Henderson: OK, John... So long... So long!

[Steve, Terry, Laurie and John wish Curt goodbye]

Terry Fields: Have a good trip!

Laurie Henderson: Bye, Curt. Good-bye!

Man at Accident: [after Terry has backed into his car] Excuse me, but I think we've had an accident.

Terry Fields: Well, goddammit, I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?

Terry Fields: [referring to Steve's car] This is a super fine machine!

Terry Fields: [to Debbie] Hello. Buenos Noches. You sure you don't need a lift somewhere? Huh? Hey, you know John Milner? John Milner's a good friend of mine. Hey, did anybody ever tell you that you look just like Connie Stevens?

Terry Fields: Let me have a Three Musketeers, and a ball point pen, and one of those combs there, a pint of Old Harper, a couple of flash light batteries and some beef jerky.

Barman: Okay, you got an I.D. for the liquor?

Terry Fields: Oh, umm, yeah. Oh, nuts, I left it in the car.

Barman: Sorry. You'll have to get it before...

Terry Fields: Well, I... I also... I forgot the car.

Debbie Dunham: Hey, did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? You got it! You got it!

Debbie Dunham: I can't see what he's doing. Darn it, I wish I could see.

Terry Fields: I can't see anything. I don't wanna see anything.

[Debbie walks away]

Terry Fields: Just keep him away from me, that's all I want. How do I get into these things? We're all right up... Debbie? Debbie?

Terry Fields: Are you guys ready?

Terry Fields: Oh, that was beautiful, John. Just beautiful.

John Milner: I was losing man.

Terry Fields: What?

Terry Fields: You'll always be Number One, John. You're the greatest.

Terry Fields: Jesus, what a night!

Debbie Dunham: Hey, why don't we go get your jeep?

Terry Fields: What? What are you talkin' about?

Debbie Dunham: You know, your jeep, the one you sold the hunting horses for. The one with the four-wheel drive.

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.

Terry Fields: A double Chubby-Chuck, a chili-barb, two orders of French fries and...