Footloose

Two, two, one, two.

Mic check one, two. One, two.

Oh, yeah. Y'all know

what's coming up, don't you?

Come on, I got it right here.

I got it right here.

Bomont High School, where you at?

We got something to celebrate!

Bomont Panthers, 31!

Bayson Bulldogs, 17!

We killed 'em, y'all! Yeah!

All right, I want everybody

on the dance floor! Come on!

What? What? Y'all ready to party?

Get up, get up! I thought

this was a party! Let's dance!

Been working so hard

I'm punching my card

Eight hours for what?

Oh, tell me what I got

I've got this feeling

That time's just holding me down

I'll hit the ceiling

Or else I'll tear up this town

Tonight I got to cut loose

Footloose

Kick off your Sunday shoes

Please, Louise

Pull me off of my knees

Jack, get hack

Come on, before we crack

Lose your blues

Everybody cut footloose

Hey, Robert!

Yeah!

Bomont High, where are you at now?

- I'm not kidding.

- They did not!

- Yes, they did.

- They did not.

We going to Mama's?

We're about to get real wild tonight,

y'all! Come on!

- Ron, where we going tomorrow?

- We're going to Mama Cannon's.

I'm sorry, guys.

Suzy gets the final call.

Turn it up, turn it up!

It's the best part!

Louder, Bobby!

Dispatch, stand by. I've got the

driver here. License and registration.

- Step forward for me, please, sir.

- All right.

He is testing us.

Our Lord is testing us.

Especially now...

when we are consumed

with despair.

When we are asking our God

why this had to happen.

No parent should ever have to

know the horror

of burying their own child.

And yet...

five of Bomont's brightest

have lost their lives.

Among them, my only son.

My boy. Bobby.

We have other children

to raise here in Bomont.

And one day, they will

no longer be in our...

embrace and in our care.

They will belong to the world.

A world filled

with evil and temptation...

and danger.

But until that day,

they are ours to protect.

That is the lesson to be taken

from this tragedy. That is our test.

We cannot be missing

from our children's lives.

The following measures will be read

and voted on accordingly.

A curfew for minors under the age of 18

will take effect immediately.

Minors must be home

by ten p.m. on weeknights,

All in favor, say "Aye."

- Aye.

' opposed.

Motion carries.

Punitive measures will be taken

against any individual,

group or property owner who organizes

a public gathering

where minors engage in

inappropriate activities.

Such activities include consumption

of alcohol or unlawful drugs,

listening to vulgar or demeaning

amplified music,

or participating in lewd

or lascivious dancing.

- All in favor, say "Aye."

- Aye.

Motion carried.

There will be no public displays of

dancing unless supervised as part of

a school, civic or

church-related function.

Outside of these

authorized institutions,

public dancing among Bomont's minors

will be in violation of the law.

- All in favor, say "Aye."

- Aye.

Reverend? Your vote, please.

- Aye.

- Opposed. Motion carried.

This is my car.

Momma, it's Ren! He's here!

I'm gonna beat you!

Hey, girls. How you doing?

You guys are huge!

- Get off of me! Attack of the cousins!

- Who'd you find, Amy?

- Hey, darling.

- Hey, how you doing?

Good. Hope you got some

sleep on that bus.

Yeah, I got plenty of sleep.

No worries, Lulu.

- Hey, boy.

- Wesley.

You used to call me Uncky Wes.

You too big in the britches

for that now?

- Is anybody hungry?

- I'm hungry! I'm hungry!

- Sounds good. Need a hand with that?

- I got it, thanks.

Hey Ren, I wanna tell you a joke.

How do you make a tissue dance?

Put a little boogie in it.

Hey, buddy, I tell you about

these baked beans?

Your great grandma Esther,

who you didn't know.

This is her secret recipe.

Yeah, you know what

the secret ingredient is?

Bourbon.

It's not bourbon. It's a ton of butter.

- That's code for bourbon.

- Now, we do burgers on Saturdays.

I didn't know if you were a vegetarian,

or a vegan or something?

No, no, no, this is great, it's good.

Thank you.

- It's grass-fed beef.

- Thank you.

With a bit of possum.

- OK. Whose turn is it?

- Daddy's!

Let's join hands. Bow your heads.

Most gracious heavenly Father,

we ask you to bless this food,

nourishment of our body and

greater strength for Thy good.

Help us be ever mindful

of the needs of others.

- Amen!

- Amen.

This used to be my office,

but Lulu fixed her up for you.

It's got all the essentials...

water, power, bed.

Look, I appreciate what you've

done here. Taking me in and all.

There, at the end, the money

you sent us... It really helped.

I wish I could have done more.

Now, look... there's rules in my house.

They're not written down,

they're just common sense.

Do your schoolwork. Don't stay out late,

that's not just my rule, that's the law.

And don't give people attitude.

This ain't Boston.

I really want to

pull my own weight around here...

Cooking meals, getting work,

helping out.

My buddy, Andy Beamis runs

a cotton gin up on Chulahoma.

He said you can start

in the middle of next week.

Couldn't I work at the car lot with you?

I'm good with engines, oil changes.

That's how I made money back home.

In this economy, that's the best I got.

I suggest you learn to love it.

Come on.

How am I supposed to

get to work and school?

You got subways out here in Mayberry?

There's that Yankee sarcasm

I've been hearing about.

Wish it were funnier. OK.

You say you're good with engines?

I'll make you a deal.

If you can get this baby running,

she's all yours.

- This?

- That's a bad-ass car, boy.

OK, OK. The door sticks.

And the gas pedal's missing.

A couple of the, uh...

Hey, it's a fixer-upper.

He did it! He did it!

Have a safe trip!

Oh, sh*t!

Step out of your vehicle, son.

- Is there a problem, officer?

- Driver's license.

Massachusetts, huh?

You got that music cranked

pretty loud, Mr. MacCormack.

You gonna throw me in jail

for playing Quiet Riot?

Let's watch that attitude, son.

- Yankee sarcasm.

- What was that?

Nothing. Sir.

- You'll have to appear in court.

- For what?

Disturbing the peace.

Peaceful out here, isn't it?

Progress.

What does progress mean to you?

We have computers in our pockets,

telephones in our automobiles,

and money on a plastic card.

Who here today remembers a time

when you had to go

inside the bank to get your money?

Remember old Mr. Rucker

down at Bomont State Bank?

Every time you made a deposit, he'd

give you a piece of Bazooka gum.

Now, I haven't yet met an ATM machine

that would give me a piece

of Bazooka chewing gum,

let alone make me feel special,

like Mr. Rucker did.

Now, is that progress?

Today...

more and more, as families,

we are tuning each other out.

We're either surfing on the Internet,

texting on our cell phones, or

staring mindlessly at a television set.

Now, if that is a portal to the world,

I want no part of it.

These are the people

that we need to tune in to.

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