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" Saturday, March 24,1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062.
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed."

"Eat... My... Shorts."

"Do you know how popular I am? I am so popular. Everybody loves me so much at this school."
"Poor baby."

"Remember how you said your parents use you to get back at each other? Wouldn't I be OUTSTANDING in that capacity?"

"Well, I don't know any lepers, but I'm not going to run out and join one of their f______g clubs."

"Okay, fine, but I didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite everyone into my problems."

"Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke, your birth date's March 12th, you're 5'9 and a half, you weigh 130 pounds and your social security number is 049380913."

"Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried. So... so. Are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto, level with me."

"Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"

"No. You're a genius because you can't make a lamp."

"Nothing's wrong... it's just so different, you know? I can see your face."

"Being bad feels pretty good, huh?"

"Chicks cannot hold they smokes, dat's what it is."

"Well, Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?"

"I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need, is a lobotomy and some tights."

"I've seen her dehydrate, sir. It's pretty gross."

"When you grow up, your heart dies."

"See I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people: there's fat people that were born to be fat, and there's fat people that were once thin but became fat... so when you look at 'em you can sorta see that thin person inside."

"Could you describe the ruckus, sir?"

"Here's my impression of life at Big Bri's house, 'Son?' 'Yeah, Dad?' 'How's your day, pal?' 'Great, Dad. How's yours?' 'Super. Say, how would like to go fishing this weekend?' 'Great, Dad. But I got homework to do.' 'That's okay, son. You can do it on the boat!' 'Gee.' 'Hon, isn't our son swell?' 'Yes, dear. Isn't life swell?'"

"Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl."

"Just me. Just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you. You hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready, pal."

"So... what's your poison?...Okay forget I asked."
"Vodka."
"Vodka? When do you drink vodka?"
"Whenever."
"How much?"
"Tons."

"Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...
...and an athlete...
...and a basket case...
...a princess...
...and a criminal...
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
the Breakfast Club."

*que in "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds*

The Breakfast Club is love.

Allison, Andy, Brian, Bender, and Claire all belong to the late and absolutely wonderful John Hughes

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" Saturday, March 24,1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062.
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed."

"Eat... My... Shorts."

"Do you know how popular I am? I am so popular. Everybody loves me so much at this school."
"Poor baby."

"Remember how you said your parents use you to get back at each other? Wouldn't I be OUTSTANDING in that capacity?"

"Well, I don't know any lepers, but I'm not going to run out and join one of their f______g clubs."

"Okay, fine, but I didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite everyone into my problems."

"Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke, your birth date's March 12th, you're 5'9 and a half, you weigh 130 pounds and your social security number is 049380913."

"Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried. So... so. Are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto, level with me."

"Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"

"No. You're a genius because you can't make a lamp."

"Nothing's wrong... it's just so different, you know? I can see your face."

"Being bad feels pretty good, huh?"

"Chicks cannot hold they smokes, dat's what it is."

"Well, Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?"

"I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need, is a lobotomy and some tights."

"I've seen her dehydrate, sir. It's pretty gross."

"When you grow up, your heart dies."

"See I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people: there's fat people that were born to be fat, and there's fat people that were once thin but became fat... so when you look at 'em you can sorta see that thin person inside."

"Could you describe the ruckus, sir?"

"Here's my impression of life at Big Bri's house, 'Son?' 'Yeah, Dad?' 'How's your day, pal?' 'Great, Dad. How's yours?' 'Super. Say, how would like to go fishing this weekend?' 'Great, Dad. But I got homework to do.' 'That's okay, son. You can do it on the boat!' 'Gee.' 'Hon, isn't our son swell?' 'Yes, dear. Isn't life swell?'"

"Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl."

"Just me. Just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you. You hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready, pal."

"So... what's your poison?...Okay forget I asked."
"Vodka."
"Vodka? When do you drink vodka?"
"Whenever."
"How much?"
"Tons."

"Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...
...and an athlete...
...and a basket case...
...a princess...
...and a criminal...
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
the Breakfast Club."

*que in "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds*

The Breakfast Club is love.

Allison, Andy, Brian, Bender, and Claire all belong to the late and absolutely wonderful John Hughes