Rizzo Lines

MARTY: Hey, Rizzo, over here!

Hey, hey, hey! Hey, where's all the guys?

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

Pretty cheap.

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

Just what we need. Another broad around.

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

Nah, we can still see your face.

JAN: I'll take it.

How long you been livin' around here?

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

Some of us? Check out Miss Toiletmouth over here.

PATTY: Hi, kids!

Hey, look who's comin'. Patty Simcox, the Little Lulu of Rydell High.

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

Maybe she's havin' her period and wants to be alone.

PATTY: Well, don't say hello.

We won't

PATTY: Oh, I just love the first day of school, don't you?

It's the biggest thrill of my life.

PATTY: You'll never guess what happened this morning.

Prob'ly not.

PATTY: Me! Isn't that wild?

Wild.

PATTY: I just hope I don't make too poor a showing.

Well, we sure wish ya all the luck in the world.

PATTY: Goodness gracious!

Nice language. What was that all about?

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

Yeah, if you like swimmin' in Clorox.

SANDY: This was sort of a special boy.

Are you kiddin'? There ain't no such thing.

SONNY: She really sounds cool, Danny.

A guy doesn't touch ya and it's true love. Maybe he was a pansy.

Danny: I didn't say that Sonny!

Hey, was he the guy?

PATTY: Listen, Sandy, forget Danny Zuko. I know some really sharp boys.

So do I. Right, guys? C'mon, let's go.

MARTY: See ya 'round, Patty!

Yeah, maybe we'll drop in on the next Student Council meeting.

MARTY: Not you Greaseball! Danny!

Yeah. We got a surprise for ya.

MARTY: Yeah, those guys are all a bunch of creeps.

Yeah, Zuko's the biggest creep of all.

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

Hey, Frenchy, throw me a cig, will ya?

SANDY: Well, no, but…

Go on, try it. It ain't gonna kill ya. Give her a Hit Parade. Now, when I hold up the lighter, suck in on it. Oh, I shoulda told ya. Don't inhale unless you're used to it.

FRENCHY: Nah, the guys really go for it. That's how I got my nickname, Frenchy.

Sure it is. Jeez, you guys, I almost forgot. A little sneaky pete to get the party goin.

Frenchy: Hey, we need some glasses.

Just drink it out of the bottle, we ain't got cooties.

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

Okay, Princess Grace.

JAN: It says right here, it's a dessert wine!

Hey, Sandy didn't get any wine.

SANDY: Oh, that's okay. I don't mind.

Hey, I'll bet you never had a drink before, either…

SANDY: Sure I did. I had some champagne at my cousins wedding once.

Oh, ring

SANDY: Well… no, but isn't it awfully dangerous?

You ain't afraid, are ya?

SANDY: Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling too well, and I…

Look, Sandy, if you think you're gonna be hangin' around with the Pink Ladies, you gotta get with it! Otherwise, forget it, and you can go back to your hot coco and Girl Scout cookies.

FRENCHY: Har

dee

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

Yeah, well, how long are we supposed to play babysitter for her?

[BLEUGHHH]

What was that?

FRENCHY: Nah I only did one. As soon as she saw the blood she went bleugh

God! What a party poop.

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

Yeah, everything's made in Japan these days.

JAN: You never told us you knew any Marines.

How long you known this guy?

JAN: Jeez! Engaged to a Marine!

Endsville.

[End of Greased Lightning]

What is that thing?

KINICKI: Hey, what took you so long?

Never mind what took me so long. Is that your new custom convert?

KINICKI: This is it! Ain't it cool?

Yeah, it's about as cool as a Good Humor truck.

KINICKI: Okay, Rizzo, if that's how you feel, why don'tcha go back to the pajama party? Plenty of chicks would get down on their knees to ride around in this little number.

Sure they would. Out! What do you think this is, a gang bang? Hey, Danny! I left your girlfriend over at Marty's flashin' all over the place.

DANNY : Whattaya talkin' about?

Sandy Dumbrowski! Y'know, Sandra Dee.

DANNY: Why should I? She don't mean nothin' to me.

Sure, Zuko, every day now! Ya mean you ain't told 'em?

KINICKI: Told us what?

Oh, nothin'. Right, Zuko?

KINICKI: Come off it, Rizzo. Whattaya tryin' to do, make us think she's like you?

What's that crack supposed to mean? I ain't heard you complainin'.

DANNY: Hey, cool it, huh?

Yeah, Kenickie, if you don't shut up you're gonna get a knuckle sandwich.

KINICKI: Oh, I'm really worried, scab!

Okay, you bastard!

DANNY/ What a couple of fruitcakes!

Well, he started it.

VINCE: …Rydell High, 7:30 tomorrow night.

Hey, Danny, you goin' to the dance tomorrow night?

DANNY: I don't think so

Awww, you're all broke up over little Gidget!

DANNY: Who?

Ahh, c'mon, Zuko, why dontcha take me to the dance? I can pull that Sandra Dee crap, too. Right, you guys?

SANDY: Listen, just who do you think you are? I saw you making fun of me. LET GO OF ME! YOU DIRTY LIAR! DON'T TOUCH ME!

Ahh, let me go. I ain't gonna do nothin' to her. The chick's flipped her lid.

DANNY: Weird chick! Hey, Rizzo. You wanna go to the dance with me?

Huh? Yeah, sure.

VINCE: …So if you've got a steady, get her ready!

Hey, Danny, you gonna be my partner for the dance contest?

DANNY: Maybe, if nothing better comes along

Drop dead!

PATTY: Oh, wonderful!

Hey, Zuko, I think she's tryin' to tell ya somethin'! Go on, dance with her. You ain't doin' me no good.

EUGENE: Oh?

Whaddaya say, fruit boots?

EUGENE: I understand you were asking about me?

Yeah! I was wondering where you parked your hearse.

DANNY: …before she got mixed up with you and your brown

nose friends.

KINICKI: Nah I had to go to Egypt to pick up a date

You feel like dancin'?

EUGENE: It's been very nice talking to you, Betty.

Yeah, see ya around the Bookmobile.

DANNY: Hey Rizzo I'm ready to dance with you now

Don't strain yourself… I'm dancin' with Kenickie.

LYNCH: Two: anyone using tasteless or vulgar movements will be disqualified

That lets us out!

MARTY: Ahh, come on! You ain't takin' your record player already? The party's just getting started!

Yeah, she's cuttin' out cuz Zuko ain't here.

SANDY: No, I'm not! I didn't come here to see him.

No? What'dja come for, then?

SANDY: Uh… because I was invited

We only invited ya 'cause we needed a record player.

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

Huh?

MARTY: Your friend. Your period.

Don't I wish! I'm about five days late.

MARTY: You think maybe you're p.g.?

I don't know

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

It wasn't my fault. The guy was usin' a thing, but it broke.

MARTY: Holy cow!

Yeah. He got it in a machine at a gas station. Y'know, one of those four for a quarter jobs.

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

Nah! You don't know the guy.

MARTY: Ahh, they're all the same! Ya remember that disc jockey from the dance? I caught him puttin' asprin in my Coke.

Hey, promise you won't tell anybody, huh?

MARTY: Sure, I won't say nothin'.

Hey, what happened to the music? Why don't you guys sing another song?

KINICKI: Hey, Rizzo, I hear you're knocked up.

You do, huh? Boy, good news really travels fast!

KINICKI: Hey, listen, why didn't you tell me?

Don't worry about it, Kenickie. You don't even know who the guy is.

SONNY: Hey, Rizz, how's tricks? Look, if you ever need somebody to talk to…

All of the sudden you think you can get a little, huh? Get lost, Sonny.

ROGER: Listen, Rizz, I'll help you out with some money if you need it.

Forget it, I don't want any handouts.

JAN: Hey, you want to stay over tonight, Rizz?

Hey, why don't you guys just flake off and leave me alone?

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

Look, it's no bother. I don't mind.

SANDY: I'm sorry to hear you're in trouble, Rizzo.

Bull! What are you gonna do

SANDY: No. But doesn't it bother you that you're pregnant?

Look, that's my business. It's nobody else's problem.

SANDYDo you really believe that? Did you see Kenicke's face when he walked out of here? It's Kenicke, isn't it? Well, I guess I've said too much already. Good luck, Rizzo.

Just a minute, Miss Goody

DOODY?: Solid! Later, Patty.

Remember, play it cool.

(Sandy punches Patty)

YAA

MARTY: Ohh, would you paint my name on it?

Hey, Kenickie, can we stop at the drugstore? I think I'm getting my friend.