Just started reading Erich Segal's LOVE STORY, and holy motherfucking god, if it ain't the best piece of dialogue I came across in a long time, smack on page 3. I'm in love.
"Listen, I need that goddamn book."
"Wouldja please watch your profanity, Preppie?"
"What makes you so sure I went to prep school?"
"You look stupid and rich," she said, removing her glasses.
"You're wrong," I protested. "I'm actually smart and poor."
"Oh, no, Preppie. I'm smart and poor."
She was staring straight at me. Her eyes were brown. Okay, maybe I look rich, but I wouldn't let some 'Cliffie—even one with pretty eyes—call me dumb.
"What the hell makes you so smart?" I asked.
"I wouldn't go for coffee with you," she answered.
"Listen—I wouldn't ask you."
"That," she replied, "is what makes you stupid."