Malcolm Danare

[Will and Dennis are approaching Arnie who has just parked Christine in Will's garage]

Will Darnell: [to Dennis] I knew a guy had a car like that once. Fuckin' bastard killed himself in it. Son of a bitch was so mean, you could've poured boiling water down his throat and he would've pissed ice cubes!

[to Arnie]

Will Darnell: Okay. That's the last time you run that mechanical asshole in here without an exhaust hose... I catch you doing it one time, and you're out, you understand? HUH?

Arnie Cunningham: Yes, sir.

Will Darnell: And I'm gonna tell you something else right now. I don't take any shit from you kids. This place is for working stiffs gotta keep their cars running so they can keep bread on the table, it's not for rich-assed, snot-nose kids who wanna go dragging around on the Orange Belt. I don't allow no smoking in here, neither! You wanna' butt, you go out in the junkyard!

Arnie Cunningham: Oh, well I don't sm...

Will Darnell: [interrupting] Don't interrupt me, punk! Don't interrupt me, don't get smart!

Dennis Guilder: Uhh, sir?

Will Darnell: What?

Dennis Guilder: [points at Darnell's own men who are smoking at a card table] Those men over there smoking. You better tell then to stop.

Will Darnell: You trying to help your buddy right out of here, jerk?

Dennis Guilder: Nah.

Will Darnell: Then shut your pie-hole. I know a creep when I see one. I think I'm looking at one right now.

[turns back to Arnie]

Will Darnell: You're on probation... you get it? You screw around with me once, I don't care how much money you paid up in front, I'll throw you out on your ass! Now you got it? HUH?

Arnie Cunningham: Yessir, yessir.

Will Darnell: Good! Now, get the hell out of here, we're closed.

Mr. Casey: [after being told that Buddy Repperton has a switchblade] Empty your pockets, Buddy.

Buddy Repperton: Fuck I will. You can't make me.

Mr. Casey: If you mean I don't have the authority, you're wrong. If you mean I can't turn out your pockets myself...

Buddy Repperton: [interrupting him] Yeah, try it, you little bald fuck and I'll knock you through the wall! Fuck!

Mr. Casey: [turns to Buddy's friends] You two boys go up to the office. Stay there. Don't go anywhere else. You got enough trouble without that.

Mr. Casey: [turns back to Buddy] Now... if you don't empty your pockets right now, I'm gonna call the cops.

[Repperton reaches into his pocket, pulls out a switchblade and drops it on the floor]

Mr. Casey: Go to the office, Buddy.