Otter: Flounder, I am appointing you pledge representative to the social committee.
Flounder: Gee Otter, thanks. What do I have to do?
Otter: It means you have to drive us to the Food King.
Bluto: Kroger, your Delta Tau Chi name is Pinto.
Pinto: Why "Pinto"?
Bluto: [belches] Why not?
Flounder: May I have ten thousand marbles, please?
Flounder: You guys playing cards?
Babs: That boy is a P-I-G pig.
[During the song "Shout" at the toga party]
Bluto: Gator!
[He, D-Day, and others begin shaking on the floor]
Otter: [as Boon, Otter, Flounder, Pinto and their dates enter the Negro bar, the music and dancing pauses and all the patrons turn to look at them] We... are gonna die.
Pinto: Boon, we're the only white people here.
[the music and dancing resumes]
Pinto: OK, so that means that our whole solar system could be like one tiny atom in the fingernail of some other giant being Giggle. This is nuts! That means that one tiny atom in my fingernail could be...
Jennings: ...could be one tiny little universe!
Pinto: Can I buy some pot from you?
Hoover: They confiscated everything, even the stuff we didn't steal!
Marion Wormer: You can take your thumb out of my ass any time now, Carmine.
Babs: [Meeting Larry and Kent for the first time] A wimp and a blimp!
Bluto: [after chugging a whole bottle of Jack without a pause for air] Thanks. I needed that.
[chucks the bottle behind him, which shatters on the hood of the car behind him]
Katy: It must have been some party.
Boon: Unbelievable. A new low. I'm so ashamed.
Katy: I'm almost sorry I missed it.
Dean Vernon Wormer: Find me a way to revoke Delta's charter. You live next door. Put Neidermeyer on it, he's sneaky little shit just like you, right? The time has come for someone to put his foot down. And that foot is me!
Flounder: Oh boy, is this great!
Doug Neidermeyer: How does it feel to be an independent, Schoenstein?
Boon: [under breath] How does it feel to be an asshole, Neidermeyer?
Pinto: I was thinking, maybe we could get some beer.
Clorette De Pasto: Nah, not tonight. Besides, you might get lucky without it.
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: Greg, look at my thumb.
[Gregg looks at Otter's thumb. Otter punches Gregg in the face]
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: Gee, you're dumb.
Dean Vernon Wormer: You're out! Finished at Faber! Expelled! I want you off this campus at nine o'clock Monday morning, and I've contacted your local draft boards and told them that you were all, all eligible for military service.
