Steve: I thought, maybe before I leave, we could agree that...that seeing other people while I'm away can't possibly hurt, you know.
Laurie: You mean dating other people?
Steve: I think it would strengthen our relationship. Then we'd know for sure that we're really in love. Not that there's any doubt.
Curt: I don't think I'm gonna be going tomorrow.
Steve: You chicken fink...After all we went through to get accepted? We're finally getting out of this turkey town and now you want to crawl back into your cell -right? You wanna end up like John? You just can't stay seventeen forever.
George Lucas's American Graffiti can be blamed for transforming my husband from a man disdainful of those interested in cars into a man obsessed with cars.
The power of one movie.
It has a few similarities to The Last Picture Show: a bunch of teenagers right out of high school, wondering what to do with their lives. Whether to stay in their hometowns or move on, whether to stay together or break up with their high school loves. It's less controversial, with no nudity or explicit content. There's more humor, and there are much better cars.
The whole movie takes place during one long night as the teens in the town all drive around (seemingly in loops) in their beautiful, shiny cars, socializing, getting into mischief, and trying to figure out what to do with their futures.
My favorite character was Johnny, who is trolling for girls and accidentally ends up babysitting a preteen girl for most of the night:
Johnny: Shit! Hey, get down!
Carol: Hey, is this what they call "copping a feel"?
Johnny: What? No, get up, N-O. Sheezus.
Carol: What's your name?
Johnny: My name? Mud, if anybody sees you.
Harrison Ford makes an appearance as a young guy set on racing Johnny.
It's not remarkable, but it is amusing.
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