Grease 2 Page #6

ofgraduation activities.

The final dress rehearsal for the

Talent Show is Thursday afternoon.

All students on the decoration

committee for the Lani Kai Lani Luau

report to Coach Calhoun

after school today.

- I guess she didn't like your paper.

- I gotta write the whole thing again.

- Do you want some help?

- I don't know.

Think it over. It's not a difficult decision.

- Steph, you comin'?

- Yeah. I'll think about it.

I don't usually do this bad in English.

I got other stuff on my mind these days.

- Can l help?

- No, it's not school.

- Let's get this over with.

- All right.

Where do you want to start?

- It's this guy.

- What guy?

- Forget it.

- I'm trying. You're not making it easy.

I had this idea of Mr Right.

A stupid idea, right?

- Right.

- Out of nowhere he shows up.

- Like some dream or something.

- Who?

- Mr Right.

- Oh, right.

I've seen him twice and both times

he's wearing these goggles.

- I don't even know who he is.

- Mr Right?

Isn't that kind of weird?

Not weird weird but, like, exciting weird.

So, what's the problem?

Maybe he's just not

everything l imagined.

What if he's just some ordinary guy?

What if he is, eh?

What if we get back

to the Shakespeare essay?

- Stephanie.

- I figured out Hamlet's problem.

No ketchup.

- He got along OK without it.

- They never put ketchup on.

How can you eat a hamburger

with no ketchup? Shoot that over here.

Where were we?

You figured out the problem

with their hamburgers.

You know what his big problem is?

No laughs.

The guy's gotta lighten up, right?

- Bite?

- No, thanks.

- Who are we talking about now?

- Hamlet.

Oh, right.

"Hamlet went nuts when he caught

his mother doing it with his uncle."

- Not so great?

- You have the right idea.

But you could've said,

Hamlet was tormented by his mother's

incestuous relationship with his uncle.

"lncestuous relationship"! Mason's

gonna flip when she reads this.

"lncestuous." You're a really

smart guy, you know that?

You must think l'm a dummy.

- Actually, l think you're kind of terrific.

- Get outta here.

You're the terrific one.

You know all this deep junk.

I don't understand it any better than you.

I just know a few big words

that impress English teachers.

You impressed me.

And l give credit to who l want, OK?

- To whom.

- To who, to whom, to you, that's whom.

- So learn how to take a compliment.

- All right.

- A hamburger for my friend. Loaded.

- With ketchup.

Double ketchup.

There are some very cool,

very scoreable broads at this joint.

Cool. Scoreable. What-not.

- Very nice.

- Very nice.

Lots of Rydell girls

would go out with you.

- What about you?

- Me? Are you kidding? That's all l need.

- No, l wasn't.

- God, look, l didn't mean anything...

- We're just different types, that's all.

- Different types?

- What do you mean?

- Look, there's a Pink Lady code, OK?

Well, to quote Dolores,

"The code stinks."

- Hi.

- What's this? Nerds' night out?

- What are you, a cop?

- Sure picked up a lot of new friends.

I guess the T-Birds

ain't the class act no more.

Goose. Wait for me inside.

- I don't want to eat alone.

- Go on!

What do you want?

Yeah, well,

l just wanted to let you know that...

...l'm officially declaring us

as an item officially over.

- You're declaring?

- That's correct.

OK, fine. You've declared it.

It's over. Can l go now?

Just like that, huh?

I got one more thing to say to you.

That jacket you're wearing

is T-Bird property.

You want to leave the party?

Leave the jacket. I got a rep to protect.

So don't damage the rep,

we don't damage new friends, dig?

What happened? Did she take

the nerd's brains over your brawns?

- I dumped her, not versa-vice, got it?

- Sure, Johnny.

Don't worry about it.

- All right, cherry pie!

- Davey!

I'm all dressed up

In my finest attitude

Pretending l don't care

Guess l really messed up

By trying to be two

When only one heart can be there

Why can't l bejust what l am

And speak my love

without any shame?

Why can't she see what l am

Is a costumed fool

Trapped in a tragic game?

Charades and pretty lies

They hide what's deep inside me

Charades conceal me

But can't you feel

The real me

The real me

Behind my charades?

Oh, please don't mind me

Performing at my hardest

As l paint upon the air

You won't find me

'Cause it's a portrait of the artist

As the man who isn't there

Charades and pretty lies

They hide what's deep inside me

Charades conceal me

But can't you feel the real me?

The real me

Behind my charades?

Can't you feel the real me

Behind my charades?

Have l lost the real me

Behind my charades?

Girls, girls, l'm so nervous.

How do l look?

Perfect. Just remember,

have lots of fun tonight.

- And good luck!

- He's meeting her out front.

How can she get so hot and bothered

over someone she doesn't know?

- What?

- She's got a crush.

I'll be back.

- It's that guy.

- This time we get him.

Johnny, no!

Rhonda, go. They're going to kill him.

- Who's killing who?

- Open the door. Move over.

- Where are we going?

- I don't know, just go!

Oh, God! We're gonna die and

l'm wearing my mother's underwear!

- Where are we going?

- Just follow 'em!

I figured the guy to slow up.

Right?

Yeah, it ain't our fault

the guy don't slow up, huh, Johnny?

It's gotta be at least 1 00 feet

to the other side.

Yeah, yeah, what can l say?

If he didn't make it,

he ain't gonna look too pretty.

Where is he?

- He ain't down there.

- Where'd he go? Biker heaven?

- I know he's dead.

- He made the jump. I could do that.

- Yeah, you could jump that, Johnny.

- Let's go.

- And l'll never see him again.

- Come on!

- What have l done?

- Nothing.

- He'll be OK.

- Nobody rides like him.

- There's nothing down there.

- You can't stay here.

We'll be late.

He jumped over a cop car.

That was a big jump.

He'll show up, l know it. I just know it.

Ifyour sweetheart

Sends a letter ofgoodbye

- Hi, Johnny.

- Hi... Hold it!

What are you, crazy?

I told you before,

you are not going out there like that.

I know, l gotta put

a little something on my face.

You gotta put something on your body.

I gotta dress like this. I'm summer.

Get yourself a pair of galoshes,

a snowsuit, a scarf and be winter.

And that is Johnny Nogerelli's final word.

Well, you want to hear my final word,

Mr Push-Everyone-Around Nogerelli?

Maybe you can bully

some chicks in this school,

but this chick

has been bullied for the last time.

I may not be the classiest chick,

but l'm the best you're gonna get,

so take it or leave it!

So let your hair down

And go on and cry

Let go of me!

Stop that!

Shut up! Quiet!

And now, Martin Miesner

and his red-hot accordion.

Let's go practise up in the can.

- Don't worry.

- The albumens are ours.

- Hey, he's taking our jackets.

- Hey, come on, guys.

Hey, Nogerelli!

Don't do it. OK, guys.

Turn it off! Hey, Nogerelli!

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