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Road Trip

Road Trip film poster
Directed by Todd Phillips
Produced by Joe Medjuck
Ivan Reitman
Written by Todd Phillips
Scott Armstrong
Starring Breckin Meyer
Seann William Scott
Amy Smart
Paulo Costanzo
DJ Qualls
with Fred Ward
and Tom Green
Cinematography Mark Irwin, ASC, CSC
Distributed by DreamWorks
Release date(s) May 11, 2000 (2000-05-11) (US)
Running time 93 minutes
Country United States
Language English
Budget US$16 million
Gross revenue $119,754,278 [1]
Followed by Road Trip: Beer Pong

Road Trip is a 2000 American comedy film written by Todd Phillips and Scott Armstrong and directed by Phillips.



Plot summary

Josh (Breckin Meyer) and his childhood sweetheart Tiffany (Rachel Blanchard) are two college students in a long distance relationship. One day, Josh meets Beth (Amy Smart), a girl he goes to school with whom he proceeds to hook up with and make a videotape. That same day, Josh plans to mail a video to Tiffany of him talking about college life. Unfortunately, the wrong tape gets sent, which sends Josh, along with a few of his friends played by Seann William Scott, Paulo Costanzo, and DJ Qualls to take a road trip to Austin, where Tiffany is, and intervene before she sees that tape.


A direct-to-video sequel called Road Trip: Beer Pong was released on August 11, 2009, this time by Paramount Famous Productions as Paramount Pictures had acquired DreamWorks' back catalog in its 2006 purchase of the company (since undone).[2] Only two of the original cast or crew appear in the sequel film, DJ Qualls has as Kyle Edwards, and Rhoda Griffis as Tour Group Mom.


The fictional University of Ithaca is based on Ithaca College and Cornell University both located in Ithaca, New York. Filming took place on the campuses of High School Woodward Academy, Georgia Tech, Emory University and the University of Georgia.[3][4] The university seen in a flyover in the opening scene is actually Harvard University, the same footage was later used in the film Old School (2003).

The diner scene was shot in Lawrenceville, Georgia at the Gwinnett Diner, as it says on the coffee mugs.

Critical response

Review aggregate website Rotten Tomatoes calculate and overall rating of 59% based on 88 reviews, with 20 top critics giving it a rating of 65%. The consensus was "Some humor is hit or miss, depending on the audience tastes, but the movie is funny overall. Mixed reviews for the cast, especially for MTV's Tom Green."[5]

Box office

The film opened at #3 at the North American box office making $15,484,004 USD in its opening weekend, behind The Gladiator and Dinosaur, which opened at the top spot.

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From Wikiquote

Road Trip is a 2000 film about four friends who take off on an 1800 mile road trip to retrieve an illicit tape mistakenly mailed to a girl friend.

Directed by Todd Phillips. Written by Todd Phillips and Scot Armstrong.
The greatest college tradition of all time.



  • [attempts to convince the snake to eat a mouse] Unleash the fury!
  • [singing] Tiny salmon swimming in a stream / Tiny salmon chasing that impossible dream / The mynah bird says, "Caw. Ca-Caw" / The chimpanzee says, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" / The friendly owl says, "Hoo, hoo-hoo" / But the salmon can only say, "Bloobloobloobloo. Blooboloobloobloo. Blooboloobolooooo-Blooblooo-Bloobloobloo." / And it's sad.
  • Austin? Austin, Massachusetts?


  • You're already cheating! Anytime you pass up sex, you're cheating on yourself. Think about it Josh, you're in college. The window of opportunity to drink and do drugs and take advantage of young girls is getting smaller by the day.
  • Yep. I'd give us about 20 minutes before our first ass-raping.
  • Did you kill a cheetah?
  • Hey, it's 10 feet. Bob Hope could jump this in his golf cart. See, watch, I can spit across it.
  • Did I say two fingers? Better make that three.
  • Barry, hit the lights. It's boner time!


  • Corky the Dog: Hey, Old man... I got the fuckin' munchies real bad... what about you?
  • Grandpa Manilow: You gonna pass that dube?
  • Jacob: [Text on his T-shirt] "God is awesome."
  • Beth: Are there any guys out there who are JUST NORMAL?
  • Rubin: It's supposed to be a challenge, it's a shortcut! If it were easy it would just be the way.
  • Corky the Dog: Hey, Jack, have that bitch make me some blueberry pancakes... Right now.


Barry: Can we please feed Mitch now?
Rubin: No. If he overeats, he could die.
Barry: So? It would be worth it.

Rubin: This is sort of an unusual question, but do you have any marijuana I might be able to buy from you? Our car exploded last night and I'm practically all out of my own.
Motel Clerk: Am I a drug dealer? No, I am not. Thank you for asking, though.
Rubin: No? OK. That's OK. Thanks.
Motel Clerk: Is there anything else I can help you with? Perhaps you'd like an 11-year old prostitute sent to your room. We can do that. Or maybe we can off someone for you. Hunh? How's that sound? I've got it. Why don't we start small? Would you like a fresh towel? Maybe you could roll that up and smoke it.
Rubin: [sotto, walking away] Dick.
Motel Clerk: By the way, Cheech, that credit card you guys gave me last night was maxed out, so don't go spending all your cash on needles and guns just yet.

E.L.: Well, there are these rules that guys have, an understanding as to what exactly constitutes cheating. Take your situation for example: it's not cheating. It's never cheating when you're in a different area code, not to mention a different state.
Kyle: That makes no sense.
E.L.: Hey, don't look at me Kyle, OK, I didn't make up the rules.
Rubin: No no, this is legit, I- I've actually read an article about this. There's a whole bunch of them, it's like- they're like loopholes. Right, for argument's sake, let's say that you were sleeping with two girls at the same time, it- it wouldn't be cheating because they would cancel each other out.
E.L.: Exactly. Or if, uh, you're too wasted to remember- it is not cheating. Because if you can't really remember it, it never really took place.

Beth: What do you look for in a girl?
Josh: She should be smart, and funny.
[Beth undressing]
Josh: That's good too.
Beth: Do you feel better yet?
Josh: I feel a little bit better, yes.
Beth: What else do you look for?
[removing top]
Josh: She should be nice and attractive and... topless. Topless is good.

Rubin: I just said we'd make it across. I didn't say anything about the wheels staying on.
Josh: What the hell are we gonna do now? I'm totally screwed! I don't have time to be walking through the woods right now!

E.L.: Barry, fast forward to the horny stuff.
[The tape fast forwards, only to play more of the video message to Tiffany]
E.L.: Is this the kind of shit you've been sending Tiffany?
Josh: I thought I told you to mail this yesterday?
Rubin: Yeah, it was on your desk I mailed it this morning.
Josh: [Josh watches for a second, then the reality hits him] OH FUCK!
[Josh scrabbles on the floor for the video]
E.L.: W-w-w-wait a second. Tell me you mailed the Beth tape to Tiffany.
[Josh nods]
E.L.: Yes!
Josh: Shit! Oh, no! Oh, no!
Barry: Hey, hey.
Josh: What?
Barry: Did you make a copy? Because if you made a copy we could watch the copy.

Kyle: It's not cheating if you spread peanut butter on your balls and let your dog lick it off.
[Josh, Rubin and E.L. are understandably repulsed]
Kyle: Because it's your dog.
Rubin: Jesus Christ!
Kyle: You know, because it's YOUR dog, get it?
Rubin: Yeah, we've got it.

E.L.: [trying to convince Josh to have sex with Beth] Your dick will never forgive you.
E.L.: [bends down to talk to Josh's dick] What do you think little man? Don't you ever want to experience something new?
E.L.: [pretends to be Josh's dick with squeaky high pitched voice]It ain't easy beings Josh's penis. Nothing has happened for two months it feels like I'm in a coma. I wish I was your dick EL, because this is torture. If something doesn't happen soon, I'm just going to pack up my balls and leave.

Barry: This is the Joseph H. Nelson Memorial Library, here. Okay? It was built in the 1600s.
Student in the Tour: 1600s? It says it was built in 1951.
Barry: That's the address. Okay? Wise-ass.

Kyle: Well, we had a few drinks, danced a little, and... y'know.
E.L.: No, we don't know. Why don't you tell us?
[Kyle reaches into his bag and pulls out an oversized pair of leopard-print panties]
E.L.: What the hell is that?! Did you kill a cheetah?
Kyle: What? No, these are her underwear! She gave them to me! [puts them up to his face and sniffs them, much to everyone's disgust] I boinked her!
E.L.: ... "boinked"?
[Everyone laughs, including Kyle who is still too proud to care]
Josh: Well, Kyle, I certainly hope you got all the "boinking" out of your system, because we got a lot of driving to do today, guys.

E.L.: Just copy off someone.
Josh: I can't. It's all essay and stuff. You know, if I fail this, my average is shot, I might lose my financial aid, I could not be allowed on campus next semester.
E.L.: Well, you're fucked, then. You might as well come to my party tonight, hook up with Beth, and at least enjoy your last week at college.
Josh: I'm not hooking up with anybody, alright? I've made a commitment to Tiffany. I'm invested in this relationship.
E.L.: Invested? Who are you, Charles Schwab? Would you listen to yourself? I would give my life for one night of consensual sex with her.

Josh: You can teach ancient philosophy in 46 hours?
Rubin: I can teach Japanese to a chimp in 46 hours. You just have to find a way to relate the material.

Frat member: [Holding up a white hood] Are you in the Ku Klux Klan?
Josh: Whoa whoa, that isn't ours.
Kyle: That's not mine!
Josh: OK, hold on, th-there's obviously some explanation.
Frat member: There is. See your boy here's an evil bigot, and now he's gonna die.
Kyle: [faints]


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