[last lines] The Writer: [typing on computer] I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?
Gordie: Do you think I'm weird? Chris: Definitely. Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird? Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird.
The Writer: [referring to Chris] Although I hadn't seen him in more than ten years, I know I'll miss him forever.
The Writer: [voiceover] It happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.
Gordie: Fuck writing, I don't want to be a writer. It's stupid. It's a stupid waste of time. Chris: That's your dad talking. Gordie: Bullshit. Chris: Bull true. Chris: I know how your dad feels about you. He doesn't give a shit about you. Denny was t...
Teddy: This is my age! I'm in the prime of my youth, and I'll only be young once! Chris: Yeah, but you're gonna be stupid for the rest of your life.
Gordie: Why did he have to die, Chris? Why did Denny have to die? Chris: I don't know. Gordie: It should've been me. Chris: Don't say that. Gordie: It should've been me. Chris: Don't say that, man! Gordie: I'm no good. My dad said it. I'm no good. Ch...
Gordie: Suck my fat one, you cheap dime store hood.
Gordie: Alright, alright, Mickey's a mouse, Donald's a duck, Pluto's a dog. What's Goofy? Vern: If I could only have one food for the rest of my life? That's easy-Pez. Cherry-flavored Pez. No question about it. Teddy: Goofy's a dog. He's definitely a...
Chris: You four-eyed pile of shit! Teddy: A pile of shit has a thousand eyes.
Chris: I'm never gonna get out of this town am I, Gordie? Gordie: You can do anything you want, man. Chris: Yeah, sure. Give me some skin. Gordie: I'll see ya. Chris: Not if I see you first.
Ace: Okay, Chambers, you little faggot. This is your last chance. What do you say, kid? Chris: Why don't you go home and fuck your mother some more? [Ace pulls out a knife] Ace: You're dead.
Vern: [after dropping his hamburger in the campfire by accident] This isn't funny! What am I supposed to eat? Teddy: You could cook your dick. Chris: It'd be a small meal.
Teddy: Jesus H. bald-headed Christ!
Gordie: ...the main guy of the story is a fat kid that nobody likes named Davie Hogan. Vern: Like Charlie Hogan's brother. If he had one. Chris: Good Vern. Go on, Gordie. Gordie: Well this kid is our age but he's fat. Real fat. He weighs close to one...
The Writer: It was weird to me how, then, Teddy could care so much about his father, who practically tried to kill him. And I couldn't give a shit about my old man, and he hadn't laid a hand on me since I was three! And that was for eating the bleach...
Ace: What are you gonna do? Shoot us all? Gordie: No, Ace. Just you.
[after being handed the gun] Gordie: Is it loaded? Chris: Shit no! What do you think I am? [gun goes off] Gordie, Chris: JESUS!
