Boon, I think I'm in love with a retard.

You're gonna hump her brains out, aren't you?

-Flounder, I am appointing you pledge representative to the social committee. -Gee Otter, thanks. What do I have to do?

Mrs. Wormer, I'm so glad you could come.

See if you can guess what I am now.

-Mr. Dorfman? -Hello! -0.2...

Hey! What's all this laying around stuff? Why are you all still laying around here for?

Let it go. War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.

Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...

I won't go schizo, will I?

I can't believe I threw up in front of Dean Wormer.

-Is this really what you're gonna do for the rest of your life? -What do you mean? -I mean hanging around with a bunch of animals getting drunk every weekend.

It's a fraternity party, I'm in the fraternity. How can I miss it?

My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.

Will you tell those assh*les to shut up?

But Delta's already on probation.

-My name's Marion. People call me Mrs. Wormer. -Oh, we have a Dean Wormer at Faber.

You guys up for a toga party?

I gotta work on my game.

He can't do that to our pledges!

Hi, Eric Stratton, rush chairman. Damn glad to meet you.