Grease Page #5

Frenchy can take us all out.

A working girl with income.

Y'know, they don't pay

that much to start with.

It's more than we make. Ante up,

I don't get my allowance till Friday.

- You get an allowance?

- When I'm a good boy.

Viola, a Dog-Sled Delight

with four spoons.

- And an Eskimo Pie with a knife.

- Hi, gang.

Here you are. Grab it and growl.

I got so many hickeys

I look like a leper.

Cheer up. A hickey from Kenickie

is like a Hallmark card.

You care enough

to send the very best.

- You pig.

- I love it when you talk dirty.

My parents want to invite you

to tea on Sunday. Will you come?

- I don't like tea.

- You don't have to drink tea.

Well, I don't like parents.

- Want some?

- Erm, uh-uh.

You sure are a cheap date.

- I didn't mean it like that.

- I understand.

- I always found you understanding.

- I am.

I also think

there's more to you than just fat.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- Got a date for the dance-off?

- No.

- Wanna go?

- Yeah.

I'll be a senior forever if

I don't study for that algebra test.

You're in luck.

You got an armed escort home.

It's not the arms I'm worried about,

Sonny. It's the hands.

She loves me.

- You coming, French?

- I don't think so.

- I think I'll hang out a bit longer.

- Alright.

I have been dieting all day long. My

mom's apple pie's better than this.

- Do you want a piece?

- Yeah, sure.

- Putzie.

- Yeah?

I'm worried about this dance-off. Do

they dance differently to back home?

Don't worry.

Maybe we'll invent the Kangaroo Bop.

Let's get out of here, Sandy.

See you later.

- Bye, Frenchy.

- See ya, Sandy.

Great. I'm stuck with the check.

Give me money.

OK, what's with you tonight?

You got the personality of a wet mop.

- Don't start with me.

- Fine. How about I finish with ya?

Finish this!

To you from me, Pinky Lee.

Sorry, French.

(distant) Hey, Rizzo.

I want to talk to you!

No use crying over spilt milk shake.

Oh, I'll be OK.

You know it's near closing time?

Do you mind if I stay a bit longer?

No, suit yourself.

- Wow.

- What?

I hate to tell you, but your

hair looks like an Easter egg.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I had a little trouble

in tinting class.

In fact, I had a little trouble

in all my classes.

Beauty school sure wasn't

what I thought it'd be.

Nothing ever is.

Vi? Erm, ... I dropped out.

What do you think of waitressing?

You're too young to know.

Maybe I could be

a telephone operator.

No, I don't think I'd like to wear

those little things over my ears.

God, if only I could have a guardian

angel to tell me what to do.

Like Debbie Reynolds had in Tammy.

What do you think?

If you find him,

give him my phone number.

# Your story's sad to tell

# A teenage ne'er-do-well

# Most mixed-up non-delinquent

on the block

# Your future's so unclear now

# What's left of your career now?

# Can't even get a trade-in

on your smock

# Beauty school dropout

# No graduation day for you

# Beauty school dropout

# Missed your midterms

and flunked shampoo

# Well, at least

you could have taken time

# To wash and clean your clothes up

# After spending all that dough

# To have the doctor fix your nose up

# Baby, get movin'

# Why keep your feeble hopes alive?

- # What are you provin'?

- # What are you provin'?

# You've got the dream

but not the drive

# If you go for your diploma

# You could join a steno-pool

# Turn in your teasing-comb

# And go back to high school

# Beauty school dropout

# Hangin' around the corner store

# Beauty school dropout

# It's about time you knew the score

# Well, they couldn't

teach you anything

# You think you're such a looker

# But no customer would go to you

# Unless she was a hooker

- # Baby, don't sweat it

- # Don't sweat it

# You're not cut out to hold a job

- # Better forget it

- # Forget it

# Who wants their hair done

by a slob?

# Now your bangs are curled,

your lashes twirled

# But still the world is cruel

# Wipe off that angel face

# And go back to high school

# Baby, don't blow it

# Don't put my good advice to shame

# Baby, you know it

# Even Dear Abby would say the same

# Now, I've called the shot,

get off the pot

# I've really got to fly

# Gotta be going to that malt shop

# In the sky

# Beauty school dropout

# Go back to high school

# Beauty school dropout

# Go back to high school

# Beauty school dropout

# Go back to high school

- Lower your head, Kenickie.

- What are you doing?

- Give him a break.

- Oh, I will!

No, we'll work on the brakes later.

Move over, slick.

Fruitcake, you got it on backwards.

- What car did you swipe it from?

- Your mother's.

Rizz.

Can you believe it?

Nationwide television!

- How you doing?

- Still gonna go to the dance?

Man, I'm gonna have

the hottest date there.

Biggest thing to happen to Rydell

and we don't have dates.

- Maybe Rudi from the Capri Lounge?

- Get serious.

- It's a suggestion.

- I already called him.

Relax. I think our luck is changing.

Do you know what you're doing?

What we're doing. Come on.

Hey, Marty. Lookin' good.

Would you just excuse me one second?

Feelin' good, too, huh?

Sonny. There he is. Vince Fontaine.

I seen better heads on a mug of beer.

- Grow up. He's the living end.

- Yeah, if you like older guys.

Danny, this is so exciting.

You gotta make friends

with the cameraman.

- You know him?

- His name's Ted.

Doody, how do I look?

Like a beautiful blonde pineapple.

You're late, fellas. Where you been?

- The gym never looked so good.

- You bring the provisions?

Alright, kids. I want a big circle.

Come on, boys and girls,

we are going on the air very shortly.

But first, some warm-up numbers

with Johnny Casino and the Gamblers.

# Oh, baby, rock'n'roll

is here to stay, it will never die

# It was meant to be that way,

though I don't know why

# I don't care what people say

Rock'n'roll is here to stay

# We don't care what people say

Rock'n'roll is here to stay

# Everybody rock, everybody rock

# Everybody rock, everybody rock

# Come on

# Everybody rock

# If you don't like rock'n'roll,

think what you'd be missin'

# If you like to bop and stroll,

come on down and listen

# Let's all start to have a ball

# Everybody rock'n'roll

- What are their names?

- Fred and Ginger.

Fred and Ginger.

- I hope I don't get camera fright.

- Don't worry, we'll be cool.

- Yeah?

- Don't worry?

Good. Come on, let's go.

# What's that playing on the radio?

# Why do I start swaying to and fro?

# I have never heard

that song before

# But if I don't hear it any more...

Why not let me lead for a change?

I can't help it. I'm used to leadin'.

OK.

Doody, can't you

turn me around or something?

Don't talk, Frenchy.

I'm trying to count.

# A melody

# That's never the same

# A melody

that's calling your name...

Have you thought

of singing professionally?

# (off key) Come back to me-e-e

- # Please...

- Hey, Zuko! Zuke!

I want you

to meet Cha Cha di Gregorio.

- How you doing, baby?

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