Grease Page #4

Synopsis: A musical about teens in love in the 50's! It's California 1959 and greaser Danny Zuko and Australian Sandy Olsson are in love. They spend time at the beach, and when they go back to school, what neither of them knows is that they both now attend Rydell High. Danny's the leader of the T-Birds, a group of black leather jacket-wearing greasers while Sandy hangs with the Pink Ladies, a group of pink-wearing girls led by Rizzo. When they clash at Rydell's first pep rally, Danny isn't the same Danny from the beach. They try to be like each other so they can be together.
Genre: Musical, Romance
Director(s): Randal Kleiser
Production: Paramount Pictures
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 3 wins & 7 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.2
Metacritic:
70
Rotten Tomatoes:
74%
PG-13
Year:
1978
110 min
24,178 Views


You're gonna pay for that.

I'll give you 75 cents for

the whole car, including your chick.

We just have to bang out the dent.

The problem's not in the dent,

it's this rubber-band engine.

- The problem's your mouth.

- Where you gonna get a carburettor?

- Ever heard of borrowing?

- Kenickie, you got any Scotch tape?

Hey, big stuff.

What do you drive, huh?

- I drive.

- Yeah? How about you?

- Who, me?

- Yeah.

What about Doody?

- Well, I...

- That's what I thought.

C'mon, guys. This car could be

a major piece of machinery. Look.

This car could be systematic.

Hydromatic.

Ultramatic.

It could be Greased Lightning.

# You get some overhead lifters

and four-barrel quads, oh, yeah

# Keep talking, whoa, keep talking

# With fuel-injection cut-off

and chrome-plated rods, oh, yeah

# We'll get her ready

We'll get her ready

# With a four-speed on the floor

They'll be waiting at the door

# You know that ain't no sh*t

We'll be getting lots of tit

- # In Greased Lightning

- # Go, go, go

# Go-go-go-go

# Go, Greased Lightning,

you're burning up the quarter mile

# Greased Lightning

Go, Greased Lightning

# Go, Greased Lightning, you're

coasting through the heat lap trials

# Greased Lightning

Go, Greased Lightning

# You are supreme

The chicks'll cream

# For Greased Lightning

# Go, go, go, go-go-go-go

# With purple French taillights

and 30-inch fins, oh, yeah

# A palomino dashboard

and dual-muffler twins, oh, yeah

# With new pistons, plugs and shocks

I can get off my rocks

# You know that I ain't braggin'

She's a real p*ssy wagon

# Greased Lightning

# Go, Greased Lightning,

you're burning up the quarter mile

# Greased Lightning

Go, Greased Lightning

# Go, Greased Lightning, you're

coasting through the heat lap trials

# Greased Lightning

Go, Greased Lightning

# You are supreme

The chicks'll cream

- # For Greased Lightning

- # Go, go, go, go-go-go-go-go

# Go, Greased Lightning,

you're burning up the quarter mile

# Greased Lightning

Go, Greased Lightning

# Go, Greased Lightning, you're

coasting through the heat lap trials

# Greased Lightning

Go, Greased Lightning

# You are supreme

The chicks'll cream

# For Greased Lightning

Come on, guys. Let's get to work.

(yelling)

Those Scorpions,

they're asking for it.

Danny, what's up?

You still thinking about that chick?

- You nuts?

- No, I was just thinking.

- Don't think so much.

- That's cool.

Hey, guys.

- Kenickie, Zuko.

- How's it hangin'?

OK, the meeting is in session.

Know what I heard? Last year the fuzz

had Thunder Road staked out.

- Everyone got hauled to the clink.

- No one'll catch Greased Lightning.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Somebody snaking you, Danny?

- Bite the weenie, Rizz.

With relish.

- I don't know about these chicks.

- They're only good for one thing.

What do you do with 'em

the other 23 hours 45 minutes a day?

Does it only take 1 5 minutes?

Want some new music?

- Yeah.

- I'll need some money.

Thanks.

(wolf whistles)

I'll be right back.

Hi, Danny!

- I can't talk.

- What are you doing later?

- I can't talk, alright?

- Call me.

- Hi, Sandy.

- Oh, hi.

- How are you?

- Fine, thanks.

That's good.

Sandy, I've been wanting

to talk to you for a long time.

- What about?

- About the night at the bonfire.

The way I acted, that was terrible.

It wasn't me, you gotta know that.

It was me, of course,

but it wasn't me.

You see, Sandy,

I got this image, right? And...

That's why I'm so glad

that Tom's such a simple person.

Simple's right.

Too bad his brains are in his biceps.

Jealous, are you?

Jealous? Oh, come on, Sandy,

don't make me laugh.

What have you ever done?

Come on! I can run circles

around those jerks.

I'll believe that when I see it.

Let's start with the first rule. Cut

it down to two packs a day. There.

What sort of athletics

are you interested in?

You like the rings?

Yeah, I installed a set

just a couple of weeks ago.

The first thing we have to do

is you have to change.

That's why I'm here, to change.

- No, I mean your clothes.

- Oh.

Alright. Let's knock it off.

Fellas, I wanna introduce a new man.

Danny. Let's give him a tryout.

- Better watch it.

- Come on. A little fire, here we go.

You have to dribble.

- Here you go, Coach.

- Thanks, son.

Dribble the ball,

put it in the basket.

- Think you can do that?

- Can I do that!

- OK.

- Danny, over here. Danny!

Let's go.

That's it. Go, go, go.

Get him, Danny.

- (whistle)

- What'd I do?

- Is he kidding?

- Boy, oh, boy.

I want you to meet

your wrestling partner. Danny, Andy.

Are you crazy?

Come on, come on.

Let's start. Get in first position.

Danny, you get down.

OK, Andy, get down. Ready?

(whistle)

Hold it, hold it.

Danny, you gotta try. Come on.

Alright, Andy, let's change

positions. You get down. Come on.

Alright. Ready?

(whistle)

- Give?

- Yeah, give.

Good.

He's a hitter.

You'll like baseball. It's not

that much of a contact sport.

Get in there and let's see

what you can do.

Throw the ball. Let's play.

Let's pitch this guy out.

- He can't hit.

- This boy can't even bat.

- Strike.

- I told you. He doesn't even swing.

What kind of ball player are you?

Put it in here.

Strike.

Come on. A little fire in there.

Let's see you hit it.

Foul ball.

- Easy, easy.

- Now! Come on.

Put the bat down. Put the bat down.

There's a lot of other sports

that don't have any contact.

- Yeah, like what?

- Like track.

- What do you mean, running?

- Just like running?

I mean something

that needs endurance.

Something that needs stamina.

Like, long-distance running.

Cross-country running.

- That could be cool.

- Good.

Danny.

Danny, are you alright?

Danny, talk to me.

The least you can do is talk to me

after the way you treated me.

The way I... ?

Sandy, I told you I was sorry.

Got you talking.

- You sure you're OK?

- Yes, I'm fine.

- So, still dating that jockstrap?

- Well...

- Is he taking you to the dance?

- Well, that all depends.

- On what?

- On you.

- On me?

- Yeah.

He can stag it.

Come on.

(horn)

(music plays in background)

- Sandy, let's go someplace else.

- Why?

We can't be alone here, that's why.

Danny.

OK.

You nearly pulled my arm out.

I didn't want to miss this table.

It's the best one.

- What are you doing?

- I just want privacy.

- What'll it be, kids?

- Cherry soda, please.

- Danny?

- I'm not very hungry.

Give me a double polar burger with

everything and a soda with ice cream.

Sounds good. I'll have the same.

The same? You can eat a lot.

- You're funny.

- No, you are.

- How ya doing, Zuke? Nice!

- Hiya, Rizzo. How are you?

Peachy keen, jelly bean.

You got any quarters?

We could split an Eskimo Pie.

- My Dutch treat days are over.

- You plan on staying home a lot.

Greetings, pals and gals.

Anybody got 23 cents?

Wanna chip in for a Dog-Sled Delight?

I don't know where my money goes.

A dime here, 1 5 cents there.

In a couple of months

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Bronte Woodard

Bronte Woodard (October 8, 1940 – August 6, 1980) was an American writer best known for penning the adapted screenplay for the hit film Grease. He was born October 8, 1940 in Alabama. He also co-wrote the screenplay for the 1980 Village People film Can't Stop the Music with Grease producer Allan Carr. He also wrote a novel, Meet Me at the Melba. Raised in Atlanta, he died of hepatitis-related liver failure at the age of 39 on August 6, 1980 in Los Angeles, California. more…

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