The Perks of Being a Wallflower Quotes

Sam: Patrick?
Patrick: Yeah?
Sam: Who's this?
Patrick: This is...
Charlie: Charlie... Kelmeckis.
Patrick: Kelmeckis! No shit! Your sister's dating Ponytail Derek, isn't she?
Charlie: Is that what they call him?
Sam:

Would you leave Ponytail Derek alone? You put the ass in class, Patrick.
Patrick: I try. Sam, I try.
Sam: It's nice to meet you, Charlie. I'm Sam.

Patrick: You gonna do anything?
Brad: What are you talking about?
Patrick: I'm talking about your pet ape just tripped me. Gonna say something?
Brad: Why would I?
Patrick: You know why.
Brad: This is pathetic, man. Your fixation on me.

Patrick: Do you want your friends to know how you got those bruises? Really?
Brad: I got jumped in a parking lot.
Patrick: Where? Schenley Park? Do you guys know about Schenley Park?
Brad: I don't know what kinda sick shit you're trying to pull, but you better walk away right now. Nothing.

Patrick: Fine. Say hi to your dad for me.
Brad: Whatever, faggot.

Patrick: [mimicking his shop teacher] The prick punch is not a toy! I learned that back in 'Nam in '68. 'Callahan,' Sergeant said, 'you put down that prick punch and go kill some gooks!' And you know what happened? That prick punch killed my best friend in a Saigon whore house.
Mr. Callahan: I heard you were going to be in my class. Are you proud to be a

senior having to take freshman shop, Patty-Cakes?
Patrick: Look, my name is Patrick. Either you call me Patrick or you call me nothing.
Mr. Callahan: Okay, Nothing.
Charlie: [voice-over] I felt really bad for Patrick. He wasn't doing the impersonation to be mean or anything. He was just trying to make us freshmen feel better.

Patrick: Hey, Sam.
Sam: Question. Could the bathrooms here be anymore disgusting?
Patrick: Yes, they call it the men's room.
Sam: So, I finally got a hold of Bob.
Patrick: Party tonight?
Sam: He's still trying to shag that waitress from the Olive Garden.

Patrick: Ugh, he's never tossing that salad.

[first lines]
Charlie: [voice-over] Dear Friend. I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have. Please don't try to figure out who I am. I don't want you to do that. I just need to know that people like you exist. Like if you met me you wouldn't think I was the weird kid who

spent time in the hospital. And I wouldn't make you nervous. I hope it's okay for me to think that. You see, I haven't really talked to anyone outside of my family all summer. But tomorrow is my first day of high school ever, and I need to turn things around. So I have a plan. As I enter the school for the first time, I will visualize what it would be like on the last day of my senior year.

Unfortunately I counted, and that's one thousand three hundred and eighty-five days.