Cry-Baby Page #6

Are you blind? It's a lonely teardrop.

[Chuckling] Oh, ain't that cute?

It ought to go real good

with your new haircut.

[Laughs]

I ain't gettin' no haircut.

You wanna bet?

You're next, sniffle-snot.

[Laughing]

[Continues laughing]

[Door squeaking]

[Whispering] Cry-Baby, look!

It's your only chance, man.

Nobody's going to

turn me Square, Dupree.

I want my girl,

I want my family, and I want my gang.

Thanks for the tattoo.

Ah. Oh, man.

[Bell dings]

[Mooing]

Come on, gorgeous.

[Cloth ripping]

[Helicopter approaching]

##[Rubber Biscuit by The Chips playing]

Look. Is that the prison?

# Chick'n hon-a-chick-a-chick

hole-a-hubba #

# He'll ride a

chuck-a-lucka wanna jubba #

Move over, Milton. Let me try.

# Hi-Iow 'n-ay

wanna dubba hubba #

# Day down sum wanna jigga-wah #

# They'll ride a wanna lubba hubba #

(Hatchet-Face) Geronimo!

[Laughs]

# We all ride a

wanna dib-a-doo #

[people shouting]

What do we have here?

Who is that?

This is a jailbreak!

# She'll ride

wanna dib-a-doo #

# Downtown

wanna dib-a-doo #

[people clamoring]

[Gunfire continues]

Milton! Hatchet!

(Hatchet-Face)

Cry-Baby, where are you?

Cry-Baby!

(man #1) He's in the library!

(man #2) No, no, he's in the cafeteria!

(man #3) No, he's in the hole.

(man #4) No, he's in

the movies. That way!

[All clamoring]

(Hatchet-Face)

Cry-Baby!

(woman) Hurry, David.

(man) I've almost got it.

[Screaming]

[All yelling]

[All clamoring]

# She'll ride

a hole-a-hubba #

# He'll drive a wanna jubba #

Hurry up!

# I'll ride sum wanna jigga-wah #

# Bring me down a one lubba hubba #

# We'll ride a hubbin

in the lubba hubba #

# Hmm, what you want for nothin'? #

[Hatchet-Face yelling]

[Glass breaking]

# Dow wow ooo ##

[panting]

[Screaming]

[Grunting]

[Rats squeaking]

[Yelling]

[Squeaking]

What's down here?

What, this way?

[Squeaking]

Ohhh.

Thanks, pal.

[Grunting]

[All laughing]

[Squeaking]

Just come right this way.

Now, uh, this is, uh, Sheila.

She's Caucasian, but that's

about all I can recommend.

Bad table manners.

Uh, we were thinking of

two children, actually.

About 6 or 7 years old.

With some spunk.

Well, now, what about him?

Little Joey, mother's little helper.

He not only vacuums, he does windows.

Irons. Yes.

Here, these are the ones we want.

A double-header!

(both) Yay!

Oh, they're adorable. We'll take them.

Uh-uh. Now, that's

a thing with 2 heads,

absolutely not.

Siamese twins are a financial burden.

Sewing all those old

school clothes together.

You're not psychologically equipped.

Mrs. Tadlock, these are my children

and I'm taking them with me.

That's right, sister.

[Children cheering]

You!

[Children clamoring]

Let me outta here. Help.

[Tires squealing]

Good going. (Ramona) That was great.

I'm so proud of you!

[Tires squealing]

Come on, we got to get to the

Enchanted Forest. Turn left.

No, turn right.

[Tires squealing]

##[Scatting]

# Mr. Sandman #

# Yes? #

[people laughing] # Bring me a dream #

# I am the cutest that she's ever seen #

# Give her the word

that I'm not a rover #

Oh.

# Then tell her that her

lonesome nights are over #

What? Shh.

(Allison) # Sandman, I'm so alone #

# Don't have nobody to call my own #

# Please turn on your magic beam #

# Why, Mr. Sandman, bring her a dream #

##[scatting]

# Mister Sandman, bring us a dream #

# Us a dream #

# Give him a pair of eyes

with a come hither gleam #

# Give him a lonely

heart like Pagliacci #

# And lots of wavy hair like Liberace #

# Mr. Sandman someone to hold #

# Would be so peachy

before we're too old #

# So please turn on your magic beam #

# Mr. Sandman bring us #

# Please, please please, Mr. Sandman #

# Bring us a dream ##

[audience applauding]

[Audience cheering]

[People screaming]

[Cheering]

(all) Drapes!

Allison Vernon-Williams,

the decision is yours.

You sang with the Squares.

Now sing with the Drapes.

[Audience cheering]

Yay!

(Hatchet-Face)

Cry-Baby needs you.

We'll get married and live in suburbia.

I love you, Allison.

I don't wanna hurt you, Baldwin.

I had my baby. Isn't he cute?

I'm a Square now.

Wave to Allison.

You maybe a Square, Lenora,

but you're still a tramp.

(all) Oh.

Allison, pick the man

who loves you the most.

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# won't you let my man go free? #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# won't you let my man go free? #

# He don't belong in prison #

# though he's guilty as can be #

# But the only crime he's guilty of #

# is simply loving me #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# won't you let my man go free? #

(all) # Please, Mr. Jailer #

(Allison) # Won't you

let my man go free? #

# Yeah, yeah, yeah #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# won't you let this jailbird free? #

# Whoa, whoa, whoa #

# Just look into his eyes #

# Open up that door #

# Just listen to his guitar,

you'll know the score #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# let an honest man go free #

# Yeah, yeah, yeah #

(all) # Please, Mr. Jailer #

# don't you make no lifer out of me #

# I'm innocent, I swear it #

# Let my woman testify #

# She'll tell you

where I was that night #

# Yeah, I'm his alibi #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# Won't you let my man go free? #

# Well, I'm tired of

pressing license plates #

# down in this rotten hole #

# I gotta reach the outside

before I lose control #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# don't you make no lifer out of me #

[inmates clamoring]

(Allison) # Yeah, yeah, yeah #

(man) Walker, Wade

Walker, you have a visitor.

[Whirring]

(all) # Please, Mr. Jailer #

# let me out of this penitentiary #

# Let me out #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# don't you make no lifer out of me #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# won't you let my baby go free? #

# Ah, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa #

# Let my man go free #

# Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa #

# Don't make no lifer out of me #

(all) # Please, Mr. Jailer #

# Can't you see how much

love she's got for me? #

[snarling]

# Well, let him go, let him go #

# Let him go #

# Let my man go free #

# Ah, whoa, oh #

(all) # Please, Mr. Jailer #

# Well, let me out #

(all) # Please, Mr. Jailer #

# Don't make me shout #

# Please, Mr. Jailer #

# Well, let me out ##

[people clamoring]

[All clamoring]

[Audience applauding]

Criminal!

Cry-Baby Walker, society has

given you a second chance.

[People cheering]

You're rehabilitated now.

Here is $3.50.

And a pair of clean underwear.

[People booing]

You think you're a big man, Cry-Baby.

But you're lower than your dead father.

Guess who pulled the

switch on that jerk?

[People laughing] My

grandpappy, that's who.

And every Christmas since,

my whole family gathers together,

and he re-tells the story of the day

he electrocuted your daddy

and we just laugh.

[People laughing]

Let me punch his ugly face.

[People agreeing]

It's okay, Hatchet.

You're beautiful, baby.

[People applauding]

But I'll take care of this maggot.

Do you know how to play the

automobile game called "chicken"?

Huh, sure, my car and your jalopy.

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