Dirty Dancing Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1987
- 100 min
- $1,899,606
- 5,874 Views
Yeah? Well, my mother kicked me out
when I was 16.
I've been dancing ever since. It's the
only thing I ever wanted to do anyway.
I envy you.
- Aren't you dancing, Doc?
- We're waiting for a waltz.
Hi, Max. Aren't my dance lessons
starting to pay off?
You look great, Vivian!
Terrific!
That's Vivian Pressman,
one of the bungalow bunnies.
That's what we call the women
who stay here all week.
The husbands only come up
on weekends.
Moe Pressman's a big card player.
He'll join our game.
- Moe coming up on Friday?
- Friday.
He's away a lot. I know.
It's a hardship.
Where's Penny?
Everybody's been asking for her.
What do you mean, where's Penny?
She's taking a break.
As long as it's not
an all-night break.
Come on, doll. Let's take a walk.
I love to watch your hair
blowing in the breeze.
Maybe my parents
are looking for me.
Baby, don't worry.
If they think you're with me, they'll be
the happiest parents at Kellerman's.
I have to say it.
- I'm known as the catch of the county.
- I'm sure you are.
Last week I took a girl away
from Jamie, the lifeguard.
And he said to her,
""What does he have that I don't have?""
And she said, ""Two hotels.""
Robbie.
I don't hear an apology.
Go back to Mommy and Daddy and listen.
Maybe you'll hear one in your dreams.
I'm sorry you had
to see that, Baby.
Sometimes in this world...
you see things
you don't wanna see.
You hungry?
Come on.
So, Baby, what do you want?
You can have anything you want.
A brownie, some milk...
Ieftover rice pudding,
beets...
cabbage roll...
fruit salad, sweet gherkins?
Neil, look, I'm sorry.
Yeah.
- Why's she here?
- In case Neil comes back.
Penny just doesn't think.
She wouldn't do anything
stupid, would she?
So, what's wrong?
What's the matter with her?
- She's knocked up, Baby.
- Billy!
- What's he gonna do about it?
- ""What's he gonna do about it?""
It's mine, right?
- Right away you think it's mine.
- But I thought...
It's okay. Johnny's here.
happen to you.
We got to go.
Just hold on. Just hold on.
Good girl. Good girl.
What do you think you're doing?
You're in trouble, you talk to me.
I'll take care of it.
You should've come to me
in the first place.
Forget it, Johnny. I'm not taking
what's left of your salary.
- Penny, that's my business.
- Besides, it wouldn't be enough.
Oh, God, it's hopeless!
Don't say that.
There's gotta be a way
to work it out.
Baby? Is that your name?
You know what, Baby?
You don't know sh*t
about my problems.
I told her.
Jesus! She's gonna tell her management
boyfriend and then we'll all get fired.
Why not skywrite it? ""Penny got
knocked up by Robbie, the creep.""
- Look--
- No, Baby.
One of the counselors
knows a doctor, a real M.D....
just traveling through New Paltz
one day next week.
We can get an appointment,
but it costs $250.
But if it's Robbie, there's no problem.
I know he has the money.
- I'm sure if you tell him--
- He knows.
Go back to your playpen, Baby.
- Why should you tell me what's right?
- You can't just leave her.
- Why should you tell me what's right?
- You can't just leave her.
I didn't blow a summer hauling bagels
just to bail out some chick...
who probably slept
with every guy here.
A little precision, please.
Some people count
and some people don't.
Read it.
I think you'll enjoy it. But return it.
I have notes in there.
You make me sick.
Stay away from me.
Stay away from my sister
or I'll have you fired.
What am I doing wrong?
You're lining it up
a little wrong, Marge.
If your mother ever leaves me,
it'll be for Arnold Palmer.
- Daddy, someone's in trouble.
- Besides your mother?
You're overcorrecting, Marge.
You always told me if someone
was in trouble, I should help.
Could you lend me $250?
Are you all right?
Are you in trouble?
No, it's not me.
Could you loan it to me?
That's a lot of money.
What's it for?
Baby, stand up straight.
I can't tell you.
It's hard for me to say that to you,
but I can't.
You always said you could
tell me anything.
I can't tell you this.
It's not illegal, is it?
No, Daddy.
That was a stupid thing to ask.
Forgive me.
I'll have it for you before dinner.
- Is everything all right?
- Fine.
Thanks, Daddy.
Here's the money.
- You mean Robbie?
- No. You were right about him?
- Then where'd you get it?
- You said you needed it.
- Is this kid for real?
- Takes a real saint to ask Daddy.
Thanks, Baby, but I can't use it.
What? What's the matter with you?
You should take the money.
I can only get her an appointment
for Thursday.
They do their act
at the Sheldrake Thursday.
If they cancel, they lose this
season's salary and next year's gig.
What's the Sheldrake?
It's another hotel
where they do their mambo act.
Can't someone else fill in?
No, ""Miss Fix-it.""
Somebody else can't.
Maria has to work all day.
She can't learn the routines.
And Janet has to fill in for Penny.
Everybody works here.
You wanna do it?
Take time out from ""Simon Says""?
It's not a bad idea.
It was a 5oke.
- She can move.
- It's the dumbest idea I ever heard of.
- I can't even do the merengue.
- See?
You're a strong partner.
You can lead anybody.
She can't even do the merengue.
She cannot do it.
- No!
- Oh, sorry. Sorry.
You don't step on the one.
Find the two. Understand?
-I never did any of these dances before.
-It's one, two, three, four.
When the music starts, you don't
dance until the two. Got it?
Relax, relax.
Breathe.
Frame.
Nope.
Again.
Ow.
Two, three, four.
Two, three, four.
Don't lean back. Lifting up.
Two, three, four.
Shoulders down.
Again. Concentrate. And...
Don't put your heel down.
- Don't put your heel down.
- I didn't--
Stay on the toe.
Just listen to me.
The steps aren't enough.
Feel the music.
It's not on the one.
It's not the mambo.
It's not on the one.
It's not the mambo.
It's a feeling, a heartbeat.
Don't try so hard.
Close your eyes.
Two, three, four.
Two, three, four.
Breathe.
Head up.
Lock your frame. Lock it.
Look, spaghetti arm.
This is my dance space.
This is your dance space.
I don't go into yours. You don't
go into mine. You gotta hold the frame.
Again.
Frame.
Back. Easy.
Back. Easy.
And turn, turn. Down.
And lift. You'll learn that later.
And come on.
Down. Twist.
And the bow.
- Sorry. Sorry.
- You trying to kill me?
You gotta concentrate!
Is that your idea of fun?
As a matter of fact it is.
We do the show in two days, you won't
show me lifts, I'm not sure of turns.
I'm doing all this to save your ass,
but I'd rather drop you on it!
Let's leave.
Sh*t!
I locked the keys in the car!
You're getting wet, right?
- You're wild.
- What?
You're wild!
Now, the most important thing
to remember in lifts is balance.
Whoa! Whoa!
I got it now.
So where'd you learn
to be a dancer?
Well, this guy came into
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