Grease Lines - Marty

(I, II) Jan: Jeez, I wish it was still summer. God, it's only a quarter after twelve and I feel like I been here a whole year already.

Yeah, what a drag. Hey, you wanna sit here?

(I, II) Jan: Yeah. Rizzo's comin', and Frenchy's bringin' that new chick. Hey Marty, who'd ya get for Economics? Old Man Drucker?

Yeah, what a drag. He keeps makin' passes.

(I, II) Jan: For real? He never tried nothin' with me!

Huh. You want my coleslaw?

(I, II) Jan: I'll see if I have room for it.

Hey Rizzo, over here!

(I, II) Sonny: Shaddup.

(put on glasses) Hey Jan, who's that chick with Frenchy? Is she the one you were tellin' me about?

(I, II) Frenchy: Come on, sit down. Hey Marty, those new glasses?

Yeah, I just got 'em for school. Do they make me look smarter?

(I, II) Rizzo: Nah, we can still see your face.

Howdja like rice pudding down your bra?

(I, II) Sandy: Since July. My father just got transferred here.

Hey French, what'dja' do to your hair? It really looks tough.

(I, II) Frenchy: Wait'll you have the chipped beef. Better known as "Barf on a Bun".

Don't mind her, Sandy. Some of us like to show off and use scurvy words.

(I, II) Rizzo: Some of us? Check out Miss Toiletmouth over here.

(give the finger) Up yours, Rizzle!

(I, II) Sandy: She said boys could see up my dress in the reflection.

Swear to God?

(I, II) Rizzo: Hey, look who's comin'. Patty Simcox, the Little Lulu of Rydell High.

Yeah. Wonder what she's doin' back here with us slobs?

(I, II) Patty: Is there room at your table?

Oh, yeah, move over, French.

(I, II) Patty: Well, they announced this year's nominees for the Student Council, and guess who's up for Vice President?

Who?

(I, II) Patty: Don't be silly. I could give you a few pointers if you like.

Aaaahhh, son of a bitch!

(I, II) Rizzo: Nice language. What was that all about?

One of my diamonds fell in the macaroni.

(I, II) Sandy: Well-- actually, I met a boy there.

You hauled your cookies all the way to the beach for some guy?

(I, II) Kenickie: She doesn't go to Rydell, does she?

That's a laugh!

(I, II) Rizzo: Yeah, maybe we'll drop in on the next Student Council Meeting.

Well, speaking of the devil!

(I, II) Sonny: What'd I tell ya, they're always chasin' me.

Not you, greaseball! Danny!

(I, II) Frenchy: Don't worry about it, Sandy.

Hey listen, how'd you like to come over to my house tonight? It'll be just us girls.

(I, III) Doody: Sure. That's a "C".

Hey, that's pretty good.

(I, IV) Jan: Oh, no!

Who cares, as long as they don't get their hooks into "Kookie."

(I, IV) Rizzo: Hey, Frenchy, throw me a ciggie-butt, will ya?

Me too, while ya got the pack out.

(I, IV) Rizzo: Go on, try it. It ain't gonna kill ya. Give her a Hit Parade! Now, when she holds up the match, suck in on it. Oh, I shoulda told ya, don't inhale if you're not used to it.

That's okay. You'll get better at it.

(I, IV) Rizzo: Just drink it out of the bottle, we ain't got cooties.

It's kind of sweet. I think I like Thunderbird better.

(I, IV) Rizzo: Okay, Princess Grace.

I didn't say I didn't want any, it just don't taste very strong, that's all.

(I, IV) Jan: Hey, I brought some Twinkies, anybody want one?

Twinkies and wine? That's real class, Jan.

(I, IV) Jan: I never knew that.

Sure, Rudy from the Capri Lounge told me the same thing.

(I, IV) Jan: Hey, Sandy, you ever wear earrings? I think they'd keep your face from lookin' so skinny.

Hey! Yeah! I got some big round ones made out real mink. They'd look great on you.

(I, IV) Sandy: Oh no, my father'd probably kill me.

You still worry about what your old man thinks?

(I, IV) Frenchy: Good. Hey, Marty, you got a needle around?

Hey, how about my virgin pin!

(I, IV) Jan: Nice to know it's good for somethin'.

What's that crack supposed to mean?

(I, IV) Jan: Forget it, Marty, I was just teasing ya'.

Yeah, well, tease somebody else. It's my house.

(I, IV) Frenchy: Hey, would ya hold still!

Hey, French... why don't you take Sandy in the john? My old lady'd kill me if we got blood all over the rug.

(I, IV) Frenchy: Hey, Marty, I need some ice to numb her earlobes.

Ahh... look, why don'tcha just let the cold water run for a little while, then stick her ear under the faucet?

(I, IV) Jan: Ah, lay off, Rizzo.

Yeah, she can't help if if she ain't been around.

(I, IV) Rizzo: God, what a party poop!

Jeez, it's gettin' kinda chilly. I think I'll put my robe on.

(I, IV) Jan: Hey, Marty, where'dja' get that thing?

Oh, you like it? It's from Japan.

(I, IV) Jan: You goin' with a Jap?

He ain't a Jap, stupid. He's a Marine. And a real doll, too.

(I, IV) Rizzo: How long you known this guy?

Oh... just a couple of months. I met him on a blind date at the roller rink... and the next thing I know, he joins up. Anyway, right off the bat he starts sendin' me things -- and then today I got this kimono. Oh yeah, look what else. (pull ring out of cleavage)

(I, IV) Frenchy: Oh, neat!

It's just a tiny bit too big. So I gotta get some angora for it.

(I, IV) Frenchy: You got a picture?

Yeah, but it's not too good. He ain't in uniform. (pull out wallet) Oh, here it is...next to Paul Anka.

(I, IV) Jan: How come it's ripped in half?

Oh, his old girlfriend was in the picture.

(I, IV) Jan: What's this guy's name, anyway?

Oh! It's Freddy. Freddy Strulka.

(I, IV) Jan: He a Polack?

Nah, I think he's Irish.

(I, IV) Frenchy: Do you write him a lot, Marty?

Pretty much. Every time I get a present.

(I, VII) Frenchy: Next week. I can hardly wait. No more dumb books and stupid teachers.

Hey, anybody want a Vogue?

(I, VII) Sonny: Yeah, give me one. How about one for later?

God, what a mooch!

(I, VII) Jan: No, I guess not.

(modeling college letterman sweater) Hey, Danny, how would I look as a college girl?

(I, VII) Danny: Boola, boola!

Hey, watch it! It belongs to some big jock at Holy Contrition.

(I, VII) Danny: Wait'll ya see me wearin' one of those things. I tried out for the track team today.

Are you serious? With those bird legs?

(I, VII) Kenickie: Nah, I got a blind date from 'cross town. I hear she's a real bombshell.

Gee, I don't even know if I'll go.

(I, VII) Danny: Why not, Marty?

I ain't got a date.

(II, I) Vince: Pardon me, weren't you a contestant in the Miss Rock 'N' Roll Universe Pageant?

Yeah, but I got disqualified 'cause I had a hickey on my neck.

(II, I) Vince: I'm Vince Fontaine. Do your folks know I come into your room every night? Over WAXX, that is! I'm gonna judge the dance contest. Are you gonna be in it?

I guess not. I ain't got a date.

(II, IV) Frenchy: Don't mind her, Sandy. C'mon, let's go help Jan fix the food.

Jesus, you're really a barrel of laughs tonight, Rizzo... You havin' your friend?

(II, IV) Rizzo: Huh?

Your friend. Your period.

(II, IV) Rizzo: Don't I wish! I'm about five days late.

You think maybe you're p.g.?

(II, IV) Rizzo: I don't know -- big deal.

How'd you let a thing like that happen anyway?

(II, IV) Rizzo: It wasn't my fault. The guy was usin' a thing, but it broke.

Holy cow!

(II, IV) Rizzo: Yeah. He got it in a machine at the gas station. Y'know, one of those four for a quarter jobs.

Jeez, what a cheapskate! Hey, it's not Kenickie, is it?

(II, IV) Rizzo: Nah, you don't know the guy.

Aahh, they're all the same. Ya remember that disc jockey I met at the dance. I caught him puttin' aspirin in my Coke.

(II, IV) Rizzo: Hey, promise you won't tell anybody, huh?

Sure, I won't say nothin'.

(II, IV) Jan: It's getting late, anyway -- I guess it might be better if everybody went home. C'mon, let's go!

Hey French... wait up!

(II, V) Sandy punches Patty in eye

YAA-AAY!

(II, V) Sonny: Hey, Marty, did I tell ya I'm gettin' a new Impala?

Ohh, would you paint my name on it?