Grease 2 Page #4

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Baby, give it to me now

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Is that all you think about?

Reproduction, come on, baby,

show me that you really love me so

- I think l'm gonna throw up

- Where does the pollen go?

Mr Goose, please be seated.

The human is the only being capable

of consciously controlling

his number of offspring.

Are there any comments on that?

I was wondering

if you could tell me where she lives.

- What is this?

- Mr Stuart

Is it true that guys like you,

you know, mature and all

Carry some protection with them

for sexual occasions?

Oh, God!

Can a girljust do that thing in a book

Where she adds up the days ofher,

what do you call it, mentalstration?

Oh, that's really neat!

Yeah, and what if a guy says

the numbers don't add up right, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

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Hope he's proud of what he's done

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He was only pokin' fun

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See what happens when a boy

and girl don't know how to play it safe

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Where does the pollen go?

Learn anything, Steph?

What's the rush? Gotta take a pill?

Try to remember that their bodies

are more developed than their minds.

- I understand.

- They have drives.

- Lustful drives.

- I understand.

Good.

- Hi, Mr Stuart.

- Hi, Mr Stuart.

- May l speak to you, Miss McGee?

- What about?

I've missed my last two periods.

That's all right.

You can make them up after school.

Where does the pollen go?

Nice one, Davey. That does it.

Yep. Follow me.

Quite a selection here. All very,

very serviceable machines, young man.

One or two were my personal

transportation a few spare parts ago.

A little elbow grease and any one

of these beauties is a fixer-upper.

- You got yourself a bike.

- Great.

- And you're gonna need these.

- Thanks.

Good luck.

Cool rider

A cool rider

Ifhe's cool enough he can burn me

through and through

Whoa, whoa

Ifit takes forever

Then l'll wait forever

No ordinary boy,

no ordinary boy is gonna do

Bollocks!

I want a rider that's cool

Oh, Michael! Michael!

- Good to see you, French.

- What were you trying to do?

I'm trying to ride that motorcycle

without bloody well killing myself.

Wait a second. Michael!

Michael, this isn't for Stephanie?

I'll be yours in winter

When the snow is on the ground

l'll warm you through December

And l'll always be around

- That will be all for today.

- Blanche!

Wait, we still have some more seasons.

We have to start with winter

because Paulette's late and...

...she was late again today, but she's

here now and we'd like to do summer.

Sharon, will you stop yelling?

You're in the show.

Next.

The Preptones.

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

These are my boys. Look.

Good, clean-cut American boys.

I know.

Then tell her

that her lonesome nights are over

Sandman, l'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

- That was wonderful!

- Yes.

The T-Bones.

Birds. T-Birds.

- We're goin' prowlin'

- Walk, talk like a T-Bird

These are my boys.

Walk, talk like a T-Bird tonight

- Prowlin'

- Thank you.

- That was just wonderful.

- It was very nice.

We could work a little bit

on the harn-omies. Catch you later.

Thank you.

My mom wants you to come over

for a psaghetti at your convience.

Thank you.

- Practise over mid-term break.

- Practise?!

I'll be yours in springtime

When the flowers are in bloom

We'll wander through the meadows

ln all their sweet perfume

I'll be your girl for all seasons

- Disaster!

- What? We blew it?

No, we made it. But we're the worst.

- We'll get unworst.

- Liverwurst.

- How did we get in?

- They recognised natural talent.

Everybody made it.

They didn't have enough acts.

Get him!

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

Make her the cutest

that l've ever seen

Give her two lips like roses in clover

If we are gonna win that grand prize,

we've got to get it together like that.

But with class.

- I want the Roy Orbisons.

- You'll get 'em.

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream

- I'm talkin' only weeks before the show.

- I'm talkin' winnin' albumens.

- I'm talkin' progress.

- I'm not talkin'.

Scum!

Balmudo's out front and he's all alone.

Tilt! My turn.

Your turn after we tilt that crater face,

Balmudo. Come on.

- Comb.

- Louis, be careful!

Smoke.

Light.

Comb again.

Come on, action out front.

Balmudo's gonna get his face mangled.

- All right.

- Oh, my gosh!

Hey, where is that rat-face, Bal...?

You lookin' for a rat-face,

mouse-brain?

Get that mutha!

Who, who, who's that guy?

Who, who, who's that guy?

He came out of the darkness

in the middle of the night

Blazin' like a mutha

with a fist of dynamite

He ain't foolin' no one

on that pile of chrome and steel

Burnin' up the pavement

like he was some kind of wheel

He's lookin' for a rumble

and some heads are gonna bust

He's gonna take a tumble

with one solitary thrust

The only thing you guys are gonna do

is eat his dust

Who's that guy?

Where did he come from?

- Who's that guy?

- Hey, tell me someone

I never knew anyone could be so cool

- Who's that guy?

- What's so amazin'?

From headlight to tailpipe

His burners are blazin'

Looks to me like he could really fly

Who's that guy?

Who's that guy?

He wears a pair ofgoggles

like a man from outer space

It really doesn't matter

that l haven't seen his face

We're gonna wrap those handlebars

around that neck ofhis

- The punk is gonna get it

- When we find out who he is

Everybody wants you

when they don't know who you are

Ifyou're a man ofmystery

it really takes you far

Everyone around you

thinks that you're a star

- Who's that guy?

- Where did he come from?

- Who's that guy?

- Where can l get one?

They never knew

that l could be so cool

- Who's that guy?

- On that motorcycle?

What would they say

if they knew it was Michael?

Looks to me like he could really fly

Won't somebody tell me?

- Who's that guy?

- Who's that guy?

Pretty cool stuff.

Everyone inside... We bowl!

- All right!

- Yeah, we bowl!

- Hey, Dimucci, did you see that?

- Yeah, l saw it.

- Come on, Steph.

- I'll catch you up.

- Hey, what's eatin' you?

- Nothin'.

You know, Steph. There's been talk.

We haven't been talkin',

but there has been talk

questioning your loyalty to the Birds.

Doesn't mean you gotta go steady with

Johnny. I think it's better that it's over.

Yeah, but the code does say

we're T-Bird chicks, at least till grad.

Let's go, Louis.

Maybe l'm tired

of being someone's chick.

Are you feeling OK?

- Yo, Ritter!

- Yo, Goose!

- I don't know what l'm feeling.

- Have a ciggy. It'll make you feel better.

Those guys are show-offs.

I hate those matches

from the liquor store.

Oh, thanks.

Want a ride?

Some other time.

I heard there was this motorcycle chase

outside the Bowl-a-Rama,

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