Edward Asner credited as playing...
Sid
- [Johnny enters his apartment and sees Rhonda watching TV]
- Rhonda: You got Encore?
- Johnny Lawrence: Who the hell are you?
- [Johnny sees Sid by the refrigerator holding a pack of frozen beef]
- Sid: You know the little red stickers that say "further reduced"? That means "spoiled." Y-you know that, right? You're eating bad meat, boy.
- Johnny Lawrence: What the hell are you doing in my apartment, Sid?
- Sid: Oh, that's some thank you. Who do you think bailed you out? Again?
- Johnny Lawrence: I never asked you for anything.
- Sid: I think that... little incident at Applebee's... would've taught you to keep your hands to yourself.
- [as Johnny changes clothes, Sid picks up a photo of Johnny's mother]
- Sid: You know, when I met your mom, she really knocked my socks off. Beautiful, blonde, tanned, tight. Little did I know I'd be taking care of her schmuck kid forever.
- Johnny Lawrence: Yes, you were the stepfather of the century.
- Sid: Well played coming from a world-class daddy like you. How old is Robby now? Fifteen? Sixteen? When was the last time you saw him?
- Johnny Lawrence: Just get the hell out of here, man!
- Sid: I'll get the hell out of here when I'm goddamn good and ready!
- Rhonda: Sid.
- Sid: What?
- Rhonda: Blood pressure.
- Sid: Aw, keep watching your bullshit judge show; will you, Rhonda? And stay out of this.
- [Sid pulls out a check from his coat]
- Sid: This... is why I'm here.
- [Johnny grabs the check]
- Johnny Lawrence: What's this?
- Sid: Y-you know, I told your momma I'd take care of you always. But, in this case, I think even she would cut me some slack. I'm buying you out of my life.
- [Johnny tears the check]
- Johnny Lawrence: I'd rather be homeless than take money from you.
- Sid: Oh, well, hell. Rhonda! Lunch time! Call Art's. See if they've got that belly lox.
- [prepares to exit the apartment]
- Sid: I'd say, "get your life in order," but, uh, at this point, you're like the meat in your fridge.