A teenager with a broken heart and a half-hearted death wish was the role that brought us the timeless 80's classic Better Off Dead starring John Cusack. Cusack is Lane Meyer, yes like Oscar Meyer, who has just been dumped by his girlfriend of six months. After several failed attempts at suicide, he meets the foreign exchange student, Monique, who is living across the street with Lane's disgusting, loud neighbors. To build up his confidence, Monique encourages Lane to ski the K12 and beat Roy, who stole the woman who broke his heart.
Beth: Lane, I think it'd be in my best interest if I dated somebody more popular, better looking, drives a nicer car.
Charles DeMar: Dying when you're not really sick is really sick, you know. Really!
Monique: He keeps putting his testicles all over me.
Lane: Excuse me?
Monique: You know, like octopus? Testicles?
Lane: Ohhhh. Tenticles, N-T.
Charles DeMar: Suicide is never the answer little trouper.
Lane: Sorry Johnny. I don't have a dime.
Johnny: Didn't ask for a dime. Two dollars.
Lane: My mom's not home. She had to take my brother to the hospital. My grandma dropped acid this morning, and she was really stressed out. She hijacked a busload of penguins. It's sort of a family crisis. Bye.
Johnny: Two dollars.
Charles DeMar: This is pure snow. Do you have any idea what the street value of this mountain is?
Monique: Go that way really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.
Charles DeMar: I've been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I'm no dummy. I know high school girls.
Lane: I'm going to race. I'm going to lose. And, I'm going to die.
Charles DeMar: I'm telling you Lane, practically everybody in the state of Northern California is around this particular mountain, waiting to see one Lane Meyer tackle this totally untamed slope---dead or alive.
Mailman: What's a little boy like you doing with big boy smut like this?
Charles DeMar: Go that way really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.
Lane: Gee, I'm real sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.
Tree Trimmer: Now that's a real shame when folks be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy like that.
Charles DeMar: Dying when you're not really sick is really sick, you know. Really!
Monique: He keeps putting his testicles all over me.
Lane: Excuse me?
Monique: You know, like octopus? Testicles?
Lane: Ohhhh. Tenticles, N-T.
Charles DeMar: Suicide is never the answer little trouper.
Lane: Sorry Johnny. I don't have a dime.
Johnny: Didn't ask for a dime. Two dollars.
Lane: My mom's not home. She had to take my brother to the hospital. My grandma dropped acid this morning, and she was really stressed out. She hijacked a busload of penguins. It's sort of a family crisis. Bye.
Johnny: Two dollars.
Charles DeMar: This is pure snow. Do you have any idea what the street value of this mountain is?
Monique: Go that way really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.
Charles DeMar: I've been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I'm no dummy. I know high school girls.
Lane: I'm going to race. I'm going to lose. And, I'm going to die.
Charles DeMar: I'm telling you Lane, practically everybody in the state of Northern California is around this particular mountain, waiting to see one Lane Meyer tackle this totally untamed slope---dead or alive.
Mailman: What's a little boy like you doing with big boy smut like this?
Charles DeMar: Go that way really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.
Lane: Gee, I'm real sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.
Tree Trimmer: Now that's a real shame when folks be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy like that.
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