Grease JAN lines

Jan and Marty enter, wearing their Pink Ladies jackets and carrying trays, Jan's loaded with food. As each female character enters, she joins the others at the large table.

Jeez, I wish it was still summer. God, it's only a quarter after 12 and I feel like I've been here a while year already.

Marty: Yeah, what a drag.

Rizzo's comin', and Frenchy's bringin' that new chick. Hey, Marty, who'd ya get for Economics? Old Man Drucker?

Marty: Yeah, what a drag. he keeps making passes

for real, he’s never done nothin with me

Rizzo: Hey, hey, hey! Where's all the guys?

Those slobs. You think they'd spend a dime on their lunch? They're baggin' it.

Marty:(squinting and putting her rhinestone glasses on.) Hey, Jan, who's that chick with Frenchy? Is she the one you were tellin' me about?

Yeah, her name is Sandy. She seems pretty cool. Maybe we could let her in the Pink Ladies.

Frenchy: Hi, you guys, this is my new next-door neighbor, Sandy Dumbrowski. This here's Rizzo, and that's Marty, and you remember Jan.

Sure, hi.

Frenchy: Ah, I just touched it up a little.

(Trying to change the subject.) How do ya like the school so far, Sandy?

sandy: …over my patent leather shoes

what do ya mean?

marty:swear to god?

hey where do you ya get shoes like that?

Sandy: I spent most of the summer at the beach.

What for? We got a brand new pool right in the neighborhood. It's real nice.

Kenickie: she catholic?

What if we said that about Danny Zuko?

marty: it’ll be just us girls

Those guys are all a bunch of creeps

Sonny: she's pretty sharp. I think she's got eyes for me, didja notice?

(Picking up Danny's lunch.) Gee, he was so glad to see ya, he dropped his lunch.

Sandy: yeah, I think I'd like that.

Yeah, you don't want to hang around Zuko anyway. (She takes Dani's lunch and starts to go through it.)

Frenchy: hey, it says here that Fabian is in love with some Swedish movie star and might be gettin' married.

Oh, no!

Marty: who cares, as long as they don't get their hooks into Kookie.

Hey, I brought some Twinkies, anybody want one?

Marty: Twinkies? That's a real class, Jan.

Hey, Sandy, you ever wear earrings? I think they'd keep your face from looking so skinny.

Frenchy: wouldja like me to pierce your ears for ya, Sandy? I'm gonna be a beautician, y'know.

Yeah, she's real good. She did mine for me.

Frenchy: it only bleeds for a second. Come on.

Aaaww! we miss all the fun.

Sandy: OK... Come on, Frenchy.

Hey, Sandy, don't sweat it. If she screws up, she can always fix your hair so your ears won't show.

Rizzo: that chick's gettin' to be a real nerd.

Ah, lay off, Rizzo.

Frenchy: hey, Marty. Sandy is sick. She's heavin' all over the place!

Ja do her ears already?

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

Hey, Marty, where 'dja' get that thing?

Frenchy: oh, wow! Hey, Marty, can he get me one of those things?

YOU never told us you knew any Marines.

Marty: 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. (Trying to be cool.) oh yeah, look what else! (Marty takes a ring out).

ALL: AAAAAHHHHHHH!

Rizzo: (sarcastically.) Endsville.

What's this guy look like, Marty?

Marty: oh, here it is... Next to Paul Anka.

HOW come it's ripped in half?

Marty: oh, his old girlfriend was in the picture.

What's this guys name, anyway?

Marty: oh! It's Freddy. Freddy Strulka.

Strulka. Is that Polish?

Marty: pretty much. Every time I get a present.

Whattaya say to a guy in a letter, anyway?

Roger: Ahh for cryin' out loud. What d'ja remind me for? Now I gotta go to confession.

Well, I can eat anything. That's the nice thing about being a Lutheran.

Roger: that's the nice thing about being petunia pig.

Drop dead.

Sonny: not a chance. (Frenchy sticks out her tongue)

Hey Roger, you want another cheeseburger?

Roger: Nah, I think I'll have a Coke.

YOU shouldn't drink so much Coke. It rots your teeth. I ain't kiddin'. Somebody told me about this scientist ones who knocked out one of his teeth and dropped it in this glass of Coke, and after a week, the tooth rotted away until there was nothing left.

Roger: I ain't gonna Carry a mouthful of Coke around for a week. Besides, what do you care what I do with my teeth? It ain't your problem.

No, I guess not.

All: Rump, Rump, Rump, Rump.

(After a pause) how come you never get mad at those guys?

Roger: why should I?

Well, that name they call you. Rump!

Guys: Rump, Rump, Rump, Rump.

Whattaya mean?

Roger: I'm king of the mooners.

The what?

Roger: I'm the mooning champ of Rydell high.

You mean showin' off your bare behind to people? That's pretty raunchy.

Roger: Nah, it's neat! I even mooned old Lady Lynch once. I hung one on her right out the car window. And she never even knew who it was.

Too much! I wish I'd been there. I mean...y'know what I mean.

Roger: yeah. I wish you'd been there too.

YOU DO?

Roger: hey, Jan. You got a date for the dance tomorrow night?

Tomorrow? Let me see-- (she takes out a little notebook and thumbs through it.) No, I don't. Why?

Roger: you wanna go with me?

YOU kiddin' me?(ROGER shakes his head "no.") Yeah, sure, Rog!

Act 2 scene 1 at the dance; miss lynch turns down the music

All: Ahhhh, hey! What gives???(ad lib)

Rizzo: yeah, see ya around the Bookmobile.

Oh, Roger, would ya get me some punch?

Rizzo: we only invited ya 'cause we needed a record player.

(Trying to avoid trouble, she motions to Frenchy to come out to the kitchen.) Hey, French!

Rizzo: (glaring at Marty.) Boy, good news really travels fast! Your lips are sealed, huh?

Hey, you want to stay over tonight, Rizz?

Rizzo: hey, why don't you guys just flake off and leave me alone? I don't need none of ya!

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

Roger: see ya, Rizz. (Roger looks at her a moment and exits.)

Just leave that stuff, Rizzo. I'll get it.