gabriella lines high school musical

Taylor: Hi, I'm Taylor McKessie. You must be new.

Gabriella Montez. Hi. Yeah, my mom just got transferred. Again.

Taylor: Welcome! Moving can be such a drag. Did you at least do something fun over the winter break?

Oh, you know...my Mom took me on a ski trip. All I did was read.

Sharpay: With all those cute boys on the slopes? Why do you think Prada makes all that fabulous aprés ski wear? Loser!

Well, um, actually, I did meet a boy.

Troy: It was the best trip. The slopes were perfect! And I met the hottest little snow bunny ever!

You'll never guess how I met him.

Troy: Snowboarding.

Singing! He was pretty good, too!

Taylor: Singing?

They threw a contest for the kids. It was kind of romantic, you know?

Troy: I'm Troy. I can't sing.

Gabriella. Me either.

Troy: They're all looking at us.

I will if you will.

Party Kids: 10! 9!....

Oh, no, I have to go, I promised my mom, New Year's thing-

Troy: Hurry, put in your phone number, I'll do it too--

I had such a great time with you--

Troy: It was awesome!

It was like a dream.

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I don't-

Troy: -believe it

Me-

Troy: -either. But how?

We just moved here to Albuquerque. I can't believe you live here, too. I looked for you at the lodge on New Year's Day, but--

Troy: We had to leave first thing.

Why are you whispering?

Troy: Oh, well... I told my friends I went snowboarding, but I didn't tell them about the singing thing.

Too much for them to handle?

Troy: It was cool. But, my friends - that's not what I do. That was like a different person.

Pretty crazy, right, meeting up again like this?

Troy: Like, a bunch of times

And?

Troy: And, you know, I mean, like, well, I mean-

You chickened out.

Troy: Kinda.

Cool.

Troy: Hey...now that you've met Darbus the Deranged, I'll bet you can''t wait to sign up for the show.

I won't be signing up for anything here for a while. I just want to get to know the school. But if you signed up, I'd consider coming to the show.

Sharpay: I wouldn't think "impossible" is even in your vocabulary, Troy. So nice of you to show our new classmate around. He's the star of the basketball team, just like I'm the star of the Drama Club. We're perfect for each other, don't you think? Are we having lunch together, Troy? Oh, look, the sign-ups for the musical. Oh...were you going to sign up, too? I'm so sure we could find something for you. The ugly old nurse is lots of fun.

No, no. I was just looking over the bulletin board. Lots going on at this school. Wow. Nice penmanship.

Sharpay: So, it seemed like you knew Troy Bolton?

Not really, I just asked him for directions.

Sharpay: Troy doesn't usually interact with new students.

Why not?

Sharpay: It's pretty much basketball 24/7 with him. Plus, he's such a bully, always picking on the smaller kids.

That's nice.

Sharpay: He hates math. And chemistry... don't get him started on chemistry. I don't think he's opened a book since Sally, Dick and Jane - says he didn't "get it." Typical jock, right?

Cool.

Sharpay: And he's a meat eater... with a flatulence problem. Ask anybody.

Ms. Tenney?

Ms. Tenney: Yes, Gabriella?

Oh...I'm sorry...I was just--I mean, I think it should be 10 to the NEGATIVE tenth power, that's all.

Taylor: Well, I'm impressed. You're a genius.

Please, it's just an equation.

Sharpay: Ryan, it's me...

I thought Ms. Darbus took your phone away.

Taylor: Look, our Science Decathlon team has a big regional match on Friday. We've never won it before, but with you on our side, we might stand a chance.

Thanks, but I think I'll pass for now. I just want to get acclimated to the new school and all.

Taylor: Well... promise you'll think about it?

Promise.

Taylor: The answer is yes!

Huh?

Taylor: I'm so glad you changed your mind about the Science Decathlon. With credentials like these, we'll win that title, for sure.

Where did those come from?

Taylor: Didn't you slip them in my locker?

Of course not.

Taylor: Well, we'd love to have you on the team. We meet almost everyday after school. Please?

I don't know. I mean, I need to catch up on the curriculum here before I think about joining any clubs.

Taylor: We've never ever won the Science Decathlon. You could be our answered prayer.

Well...okay, I guess I can do it.

Taylor: Yay!

Okay, so like quid pro quo: what do you know about Troy Bolton?

Taylor: Troy? I wouldn't consider myself an expert on that particular sub-species.. unless you speak cheerleader, as in: Isn't Troy Bolton just the hottie super bomb?

I guess I don't speak cheerleader.

(Taylor) Which is why we exist in an alternative universe to Troy the Basketball Boy.

Have you tried to get to know him?

Sharpay: Nice talking to you. Love the glasses.

Hey! You decided to sign up?

Troy: No way. I just came to give moral support. You are auditioning, right?

No. Your friends don't know you're here, do they?

Troy: Hey, I'm used to all the attention, remember? You're the one who's afraid, not me.

I am not afraid.

Troy: Are too.

Am not.

Troy: Are too, are too, are too!

Am not, am not, am not!

Troy: Oh yeah? Prove it. Get up there and show them what you can do. Don't be afraid. I'll be right here!

I'd like to audition, Ms. Darbus.

Ms Darbus: Oh, I'm so sorry, my dear, but timing means everything in the world of the theatre.

But I-

Kelsi: It is?

Hello, thank you!

Sharpay: Everybody quiet!!!

It's just a callback. I mean, is Sharpay really mad?

Troy: Pretty wild, huh?

I can't believe how crazy it got downstairs just because we got called back.

Troy: This is much better, right?

Much better. So this is your private hideout?

Troy: Yeah. Unless we lose.

Must be tricky being the coach's son.

Troy: He's gonna freak when he hears about the singing thing.

You're worried?

Troy: My parents' friends are always saying, "Your son is the basketball guy. You must be so proud." Sometimes I don't want to be "the basketball guy." I just want to be, you know, me.

I saw how you treated Kelsi at the audition yesterday. Do your friends know that part of you?

Troy: Are you kidding? To them, I'm the playmaker dude.

Then they don't know enough about you, Troy. [beat] Playmaker. That's such an odd phrase.

Troy: How about Pygathorean Theorem? Now that's pretty whack.

Um, I think you mean pythagorean.

Troy: Right. Totally whack!

At my other schools I was "the freaky math girl." That's all they thought I was... always pointing at me, whispering behind my back. They made me feel like I was a freak and I hated it. That's kind of why I want to keep a low profile here, you know, so I can just be me.

Troy: Kinda?

That's easy for you to say. You're the big basketball star- you love the spotlight. I'm a lot happier curling up with a good book.

Troy: Hiding?

No.

Troy: Maybe?

Well, maybe. I don't know. Remember in kindergarten... you'd meet a kid, know nothing about them, then ten seconds later you were best friends, because you didn't have to be anything but yourself?

Troy: Yeah.

Singing with you felt like that. Like, safe, you know?

Troy: I never thought about singing, that's for sure. But when I look at you... ...it's like anything is possible, you know?

So you really want to do the callbacks?

Troy: Hey, just call me "freaky callback boy."

You're a cool guy Troy. But not for the reasons your friends think.

Coach Bolton: Since you were late for practice - again - that's the least you can do.

So this is your real stage.

Troy: I guess you could call it that. Or just a smelly gym. Whoa... don't tell me, you're good at hoops, too?

I once scored forty-one points in a league championship game.

Troy: No way

Yeah... the same day I invented the PlayStation and the iPod. I've been rehearsing with Kelsi.

Troy: I know. Me, too. And I was late for practice, so if I get kicked off the team, it'll be on your conscience.

Hey, I--

Coach Bolton: Not until the last player leaves the gym, Bolton. Team rules.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

Martha Cox: Pssst, Gabriella... Taylor needs you up in the lab right away. Hip Hop Hooray!

I'll see you later, Troy. Nice to meet you, Coach Bolton.

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Sorry I'm late.

Jocks/Braniacs: DON'T LET US DOWN
YOU'VE GOT TO COME THROUGH
'CAUSE WE'RE COUNTING ON, COUNTING ON, COUNTING ON YOU

What history?

Jocks/Braniacs: YEAH, WE'RE COUNTING ON YOU

I thought you were my friends-- win together, lose together...

Jocks/Braniacs: SO DON'T LET US DOWN...

How about what matters for me?

Jocks/Braniacs: WE'RE COUNTING ON, COUNTING ON, COUNTING ON...

Argh!

Troy: I can't believe you guys! Is this what you want to hear:
Singing means nothing to me! Gabriella means nothing to me! I'll forget the audition, forget her, and we'll go get that championship! Everyone happy now?

Troy! Troy Bolton!

Troy: Gabriella? What's going on?

Guess what? I don't want to do the callbacks, either! Who were we kidding? You've got your team, and now I've got my team. I'll do the Science Decathlon, you win your championship. It's where we belong. Go Wildcats!

Troy: But I don't want to--

Me either. Goodbye!

Kelsi: That's it!

Troy.

Troy: Gabriella, you have to listen to me. What you heard yesterday, none of that is true. I didn't mean any of it.

You sounded pretty convincing to me.

Troy: Then you didn't hear the whole thing. I was sick of my friends riding me about singing with you, and I said things I knew would shut them up. The guy you met on vacation is way more me than the guy who said those stupid things.

Troy, the whole singing thing is making the school crazy. You said it yourself: everyone is treating you different because of it.

Troy: Maybe that's because I don't want to be just "the basketball guy" anymore. Gabriella, when I look in your eyes, I know I can be anyone I want to be, because you look at me without putting like all these limits on me, you know?

But your dad--

Troy: This isn't about my dad. This is about me, and how I feel. And I'm not letting the team down, they let me down. I'm going to sing. What about you?

I don't know, Troy.

Troy: First, we have to talk to our "friends".

Yeah, we have to tell them that we're going to do the callbacks after all.

Taylor: No, us first.

No, this is important. Troy and I have decided-

Kelsi: And audition for my show?

We can't.

Troy: I know.

There's next year, right?

Troy: What? But what about the team?

I thought you wanted to win the decathlon?

Troy: Yeah, so anyway, we made our decision.

I'll be there for the team, Taylor.

Kelsi: Just a musical?!?

You know what he means. We can't be selfish... not when our friends are depending on us, right Troy?

Taylor: Gabriella, what are you still doing here?

What do you mean?

Taylor: You don't have much time. My laptop can only hack the school's electrical grid for about five minutes. Hurry, Troy's waiting for you on the stage.

You did this?

Ms. Darbus: I called your names. Twice. Where were you?

Please, just this one time?

Troy: But it's not a joke! I came because I want to give it my best shot.

Please, we only have a few more minutes until the lights come back on.

Ms. Darbus: Troy, Gabriella, you may start your callback.

But we don't have a pianist--

Ms. Darbus: Now...that's showbiz!

I can't do it, Troy. It was so much easier when it was just you and me.

Troy: What about your team?

We won too!

Sharpay: And I'm sorry I lied to Darbus about you and Troy.

All's well that ends well, right?

Ryan: In the theatre, that means good luck.

Thanks, Sharpay.

Sharpay: So where's that creme brulee you promised me?

Just like Kindergarten, right?