Grease 2 Page #2

audition. I won't take no for an answer.

Well?

- OK, l'll do it. Why not?

- I think he's kinda cute.

- Virgin alert! Virgin alert!

- All male periscopes down.

- How's your first week been?

- Great. Yours?

There's a fascinating world

of chemistry out there.

Yeah, l know. How well do you know

that Stephanie Zinone?

Stephanie Zinone

is one of my very best...

Uh-oh. Michael, there's

something you don't understand.

Stephanie Zinone is a Pink Lady.

If you're not a T-Bird, which you are not,

you can look, but don't touch.

Michael, l wouldn't even look.

Well,

how do you become a T-Bird, then, eh?

Well...

Football is like life, you gotta push.

You gotta push and elbow. Come on!

Push those men out of the way.

Elbow 'em, then bite 'em,

then rip 'em, then chew 'em up.

Come on, push!

Push, push!

Attaboy! Chew 'em up.

Come on! Don't you have any...

Come on. You're a bunch

of old turkeys. Can't you push?

You said push.

- Look.

- What are they doing here?

- Nogerelli.

- Balmudo.

These cockroaches

will invade our turf once too often.

We should take care of them tonight.

- Tonight, we bowl.

- You're lucky. We're bowling tonight.

I like that.

You'd better write your will, boys.

- Hey, baby, check your oil?

- Hi, hot stuff.

- Hey, are we bowling tonight?

- That's right.

- And Paulette...

- Yeah, Johnny.

- I want you to look special, dig?

- No problem.

- Hey, Johnny!

- Yeah, Johnny!

- Way to go, Johnny!

- Hey, do not mess the hair.

- I'm sorry.

- Hey, Paulette. Whose side are you on?

- Our side.

- Then don't fraternise with the enemy.

- Mark that a strike.

- You hit two pins!

It's a technical strike because

these chicks were late. Read the rules!

- Read 'em and weep.

- That's not fair.

- This bra's killing me.

- You wish.

You gotta put your fingers

in the holes.

I'm not breaking my nails.

You got something going with Paulette?

I'm giving her therapy for her disease.

- What disease?

- Nymphoidmania.

- What's the final score?

- That happens later tonight.

Last game, winner take all. Agreed?

Just shoot the ball!

Shoot the ball!

Come on, everybody

Gather round

I'm gonna show you

how to knock 'em down

When l'm on the ball

l'm the number one

And l'm gonna show you

how it's done

Let's bowl, let's bowl

Let's rock 'n' roll

Hey, come on

Let's get the show on the road

Let's bowl, let's bowl

Let's rock 'n' roll

You're sittin' on a bomb

That's about to explode

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

- Ifyou're lookin' for a fight

- Then the time is right

- We're gonna wipe the floor

- With you tonight

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll

We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl

We're gonna score, score,

score, score, score...tonight!

Hey, Paulette, take a look over here

I'm your kingpin, honey

And l'm gettin' in gear

Hey, Johnny, Johnny

Go for that strike

And ljust might be your baby tonight

Let's bowl, let's bowl

Let's rock 'n' roll

Hey, come on

Let's get the show on the road

Let's bowl, let's bowl

Let's rock 'n' roll

'Cause the stakes are high

And the winner takes all

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

Don't get sore when you lose tonight

We're gonna show you how

to do it right

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll

We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl

We're gonna score, score,

score, score, score...tonight!

- You bowl me over

- Bowl me over

- You bowl me over

- She's hot tonight

- You bowl me over

- Take a hike

Get a strike

Ten, nine, eight, seven

Six, five, four, three, two, one!

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score tonight

We're gonna score

Tonight

We're gonna score

Tonight

We're gonna score

Tonight

"Always be courteous

when asking for a game.

"Hi, want a game?

Howdy, fellas, let's bowl some balls.

"Bowling, anyone?"

- Another well-deserved victory.

- Yeah, but where's the trophy?

Right here, Johnny.

Oh, kissies.

That's for best average.

Now what about for best score?

- God!

- Touchy!

- What about the trophy for best score?

- I ain't no one's trophy.

She ain't no one's trophy! So that's how

it's gonna be now, Miss lndependent?

Yeah, independent.

I kiss who l want, when l want.

I could kiss the next guy

who walks through that door.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Be my guest.

Let's eat.

- I vote for pizza.

- You vote for bed. It's past ten.

- Go home and leave me alone.

- Bed stinks.

- Is it too late to join the game?

- You want something?

- Food!

- Food!

- Food!

- Food!

- Life stinks.

- Are you talking to me?

- Yeah, you'll do.

- Great.

The name's Michael Carrington.

The name's Dolores.

Dolores Rebchuck.

Some call me Woodchuck

or Upchuck, but l prefer Dolores.

- Got it?

- Got it.

They think they're cool

'cause they got wheels.

- Go home.

- Looks like we don't make the grade.

With them it's all these weird codes

and rules and pledges about cycles.

You gotta be a biker or a biker's old lady.

Without a cycle, forget it.

- Pisses me off.

- We're in the same boat.

I sure can't afford a cycle without a job.

I'm willing to negotiate.

I offered to be a Pink Lady mascot.

It ain't the coolest job, but it's a start.

Think they'd listen?

Forget it. Pisses me off.

It's late. I'd better walk you home.

I don't need a babysitter, OK?

Why not think of it as a date, OK?

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

Come on. When l'm in 1 2th grade,

l'll be head of the Pink Ladies.

They'll rule the school.

They'll be the best.

We'll have the best-looking jackets.

I once tried to put letters on this jacket.

They fell right off.

It was really embarrassing 'cause

it happened in front of my sister Paulette.

- Morning, Mr...

- Stuart.

- You could've killed us, Rhonda.

- Good move.

- Imagine dying a virgin!

- Oh, God.

- Nosebleed.

- Nurse, room 1 1 .

- Good morning, l'm a substitute for...

- Good morning, Miss McGee.

Good morning, Miss...

Mason.

- This is Mr...

- Mr Stuart.

I love your hair, Miss Mason.

Thank you, Mr Stuart.

Miss Mason will help you

while you're learning the ropes.

- My pleasure, l'm sure.

- I'm sure you're sure.

- I'm a substitute for Mr...

- Spears.

Follow me.

That's why we're gonna win this talent

show. 1 00 long-playing albumens.

- But we got zero talent.

- There must be ten Roy Orbisons there.

The greatest hits of Beeth-oven?

Good morning. My name is Mr Stuart

and l'm your substitute teacher.

- Let's have a cigarette.

- Yeah.

Mr Nogerelli. I've been looking for you.

Hello, Miss McGee.

You're looking lovely today.

There has been a rumour,

Mr Nogerelli,

that motorcycles have been driven

across our school lawn.

I know that couldn't have been you,

Mr Nogerelli.

I'm sure you have more respect

for grass than that. Right?

Now hear this. No more!

ls that understood?

Good. Do you smell something burning?

Mr Nogerelli...

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes