John Hughes died today. I’m sure just about everyone who was a teenager in the 80′s feels like tearing up a little just as I’ll tear up the one day, a long time from now, when Kevin Smith dies. As tribute, I give you one of my favorite quotes about John Hughes (WARNING: Graphic language ahead):

From Dogma:

Bethany: McHenry is pretty far from Jersey, might I ask what brings you guys to Illinois?
Jay: Some fuck named John Hughes.
Bethany: “16 Candles” John Hughes?
Jay: You know him too? That fucking guy. Made this flick “16 Candles” right? Not bad it’s got tits in it, but no bush. Of course Ebert over here don’t give a shit about that stuff cause he’s all in love with this John Hughes guy and rents every one of his movies. Fucking “Breakfast Club” all these stupid kids actually show up to detention, fucking “Weird Science” where this one chick wants to take off her gear and get down, but aw, no she don’t cause it’s a PG movie, and then there’s “Pretty In Pink” which I can’t watch with this tubby muthafucker any more, because everytime we get to the part where the red head hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin’ like a little eight-year-old with a skinned knee and shit. And nothing is worse then watching a fat man weep.

Rest in peace John Hughes! Thank you for Emilio Estevez dancing funny, for Kevin Smith’s creativity, and for putting John Cusack in the roles he’d end up in for the rest of his life.

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