Grease Page #7

I don't run away from my mistakes.

Don't worry about it, Kenickie.

It was somebody else's mistake.

Thanks a lot, kid.

Any time.

- (sneezes)

- Are you getting a cold?

No. It's probably

a little drive-in dust, that's all.

- Danny!

- Sandy! Oh, Sandy...

Danny, what are you doing?

Don't worry, nobody's watchin'.

- Get off me.

- Sandy, what's the matter with you?

I thought I meant something to you.

Think I'm gonna stay with you in this

sin-wagon? Take this piece of tin!

Sandy, you can't walk out

of a drive-in!

# Stranded at the drive-in

# Branded a fool

# What will they say

# Monday at school?

# Sandy

# Can't you see

# I'm in misery?

# We made a start

# Now we're apart

# There's nothing left for me

# Love has flown

# All alone

# I sit and wonder why-aye-aye

# Why you left me

# Oh, Sandy

# Oh, Sandy

# Maybe

# Someday

# When high school is done

# Somehow, some way

# Our two worlds will be one

# In heaven

# Forever

# And ever we will be

# Please, say you'll stay

# Oh, Sandy

Sandy, my darling,

you hurt me real bad.

You know it's true.

But, baby, you gotta believe me

when I say...

...I'm helpless without you.

# Love has flown

# All alone

# I sit, I wonder why-aye-aye

# Why you left me

# Oh, Sandy

# Sandy

# Sandy

# Why-aye-aye-aye?

Oh, Sandy!

Head it out. Come on, guys.

Well, the crate shaped up.

- It's as hot as the parts on it.

- We didn't steal all of it.

- Some of it was donated.

- Just wait till Thunder Road.

Right. You could still

change your mind.

- The flag is in three hours.

- And Greased Lightning strikes.

- You coming?

- My boys won't let me down,

and I won't let them down.

I wanna talk to you.

Those guys at Thunder Road

don't fool around, you know.

You want me to punk out?

No, I'm not saying punking out,

I'm just...

You know what I mean.

Hey, Danny, erm...

We been friends a long time, right?

Yeah.

You remember the drive-in

the other night?

The movie with the duel,

the guy's best friend went with him

as his lieutenant, his second?

Yeah. So?

Well, I thought that... you could

maybe be my second at Thunder Road.

What, you want me

to drive with you or what?

Listen, I'll pick you up at three,

alright?

Open up the door.

What are you sitting around for?

Take the can off

the front of the car, you putz.

Hello, Rizz.

Are you going to Thunder Road?

Not a chance.

I have to go.

I have to talk to Danny.

Without wheels and a motor,

he won't know you're alive.

We haven't been friends,

but if there's anything I can do...

I can take care of myself.

And anybody else who comes along.

You think I don't know

what people are saying about me?

Hey.

Thanks.

That's the one

I was telling you about.

# There are worse things I could do

# Than go with a boy or two

# Even though the neighbourhood

# Thinks I'm trashy and no good

# I suppose it could be true

# But there are worse things

I could do

# I could flirt with all the guys

# Smile at them and bat my eyes

# Press against them when we dance

# Make them think they stand a chance

# Then refuse to see it through

# That's a thing I'd never do

# I could stay home every night

# Wait around for Mr Right

# Take cold showers every day

# And throw my life away

# On a dream that won't come true

# I could hurt someone like me

# Out of spite or jealousy

# I don't steal and I don't lie

# But I can feel and I can cry

# A fact I'll bet you never knew

# But to cry in front of you

# That's the worst thing

# I could do

- You guys think you got a winner?

- That's right.

Takes more than a coat of paint

on Thunder Road.

- Oh, yeah?

- Not thinking of changing your mind?

- No way.

- Good. Cos we're racing for pinks.

Pinks?

Pinks, punk.

Pink slips. Ownership papers.

Stop. Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, get the dude, man.

- What did she give him?

- A lock of hair. From her chest.

Poor Kenickie.

See a penny, pick it up,

all day long you'll have good luck.

Gimme that.

If it were in any better condition,

it would fly.

- She's gonna.

- I brought you this for good luck.

Gee, thanks.

- I'm sorry.

- I'll get it.

You putz!

Put this under his head.

- Zuko, he's out cold.

- What are we gonna do?

Kenickie. Talk to me, buddy.

You OK?

Yeah. I'm OK.

I'm fine. (groans)

- You can't drive.

- No, really, I'm alright.

I'm just seeing two of you, man.

- Hey, you want me to drive for you?

- Huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Alright. Help him up.

Marty, give me a hand.

(car engines start)

Hey.

The rules are, there ain't no rules.

To the second bridge and back.

First one back wins.

Haul ass, kid.

You ain't gonna see me

for dust, Zuko.

Come on, baby.

# For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

# For he's a jolly good fellow

Which nobody can deny

# Look at me

# There has to be

# Something more

# Than what they see

# Wholesome and pure

# Oh, so scared and unsure

# A poor man's Sandra Dee

Danny won.

- Isn't that great?

- Yeah.

What's the matter? Aren't you happy?

Not really. But I think I know a way

I could be. Could you help me?

- Of course.

- Can I come to your place?

Sure. Come on.

# Sandy, you must start anew

# Don't you know what you must do?

# Hold your head high

- # Take a deep breath and sigh...

- Come on, Sandy.

# Goodbye

# To Sandra Dee

Attention, seniors.

Before the merriment

of commencement commences,

I hope your years with us here

at Rydell High

have prepared you

for the challenges you face.

Who knows, among you, there may be

a future Eleanor Roosevelt,

or a Rosemary Clooney.

And among you young men,

there may be

a Joe DiMaggio,

a President Eisenhower

or even a Vice President Nixon.

But always you will have

the glorious memories of Rydell High.

Rydell forever. Bon voyage.

(chimes)

Oh, Blanche, stop blubbering.

(cheering)

- How many?

- One.

(bell rings)

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

How did I flunk phys ed?

Did I take phys ed?

Step right up here!

It's for a wonderful cause.

The Teachers' Retirement Fund.

Give 'em a pie in the puss.

Coach, how could you flunk

the T-Birds?

Don't worry. You'll get diplomas.

Just come back to summer school.

- Summer school?

- Look out!

If you'd come to class,

you wouldn't have missed me.

Wise guy, huh? Take that, Coach!

Why, you couldn't pitch one inning.

- What's your name? I want you.

- Eugene.

- You're a great pitcher.

- Thank you.

Rizzo! Rizzo!

Get off of that. You got a condition.

Forget it. It was a false alarm.

I'm not pregnant.

Whoo-hooo!

I'Il, erm,

make an honest woman of you.

Listen, fella, if this is a line,

I ain't biting.

That's a bona fide offer.

Well, it ain't moonlight and roses,

but...

- Hey, there's Zuko.

- You gotta be kidding, man!

- What is this? Halloween?

- Where did you swipe the sweater?

While you tools were out stealing

hubcaps, I lettered in track.

I can't believe it.

Danny Zuko turned jock?

- That's right, I did.

- What you doing? Deserting us?

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