American Graffiti | 1973

A double Chubby Chuck, a chili-barb, two orders of French fries and--

Cherry Coke.

And two Cherry Cokes.

What?

Right. Cool.

Hey, Deb. How's my soft baby?

Come on. Beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby.

Come on, honey. So I never called you back.

I been, you know, busy.

Yeah, three weeks?

Besides, it only took me one night to realize...

if brains were dynamite, you couldn't blow your nose.

Look who's talking. Who's the wimp you're hangin' out with now? Einstein?

Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you.

I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking. It shows.

Hey, now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want--

Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich?

No, thanks. I'm waitin' for a double Chubby Chuck.

Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut.

I'll call you sometime, Deb.

Some night when I'm hard up.

I won't be home.

Get out of here.

You seem to know a lot of weird guys.

That creep's not a friend of mine. He's just horny.

That's why I like you. You're different.

I-

I am? I mean, you really think I'm intelligent?

Yeah. And I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew.

Brew? Oh, liquor.

Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway.

What about your hamburgers and Cokes, sir?