| Bonfire | |
| [band plays] | |
| Cheerleaders: | *Do a split, give a yell! Give a cheer for our Rydell!* |
| *Way to go, way to fight! Go Rydell, fight, fight, fight!* | |
| [fanfare] [cheering] | |
| Principal McGee: | And now... Quiet, please. Quiet, everyone. |
| And now, boys and girls, the man of the hour, the coach we are all depending on to pull Rydell out of a seven-season slump, our very own coach Calhoun. | |
| [cheering] | |
| Coach Calhoun: | Who's the best? |
| Crowd: | Rydell! |
| Coach Calhoun: | Give ‘em hell, Rydell! [cheering] |
| I just wanna tell you students that we have a banner year coming up. A banner year. | |
| Well, my boys are primed, I mean really primed because I primed them. | |
| I mean, they're not only primed, they're honed,... | |
| Tom Chisum: | [mouthed] (Hi) |
| Coach Calhoun: | honed to a sharp... |
| Sandy: | [mouthed] (Hi) |
| Coach Calhoun: | razor edge. And, we're not just... |
| Tom Chisum: | [mouthed] (How are you?) |
| Coach Calhoun: | going out there to win;... |
| Sandy: | [mouthed] (Fine) |
| Coach Calhoun: | we're going out there for glory. |
| And, when we get out there, we're gonna yank ‘em, and tear ‘em, and rip ‘em. | |
| Voice In Crowd: | C’mon let’s rip ‘em up coach! |
| Coach Calhoun: | And, we're gonna take ‘em, and roll ‘em around, and rip ‘em up into pieces! |
| And, then we're going to slaughter ‘em. | |
| And, after the slaughter is over, we're gonna come back here and ring that victory bell. | |
| Like we always wanted to. | |
| [cheering] [band plays "as I go Traveling Down Life's Highway..."] | |
| Sonny: | Hey, Doody. Doody |
| Doody: | Hey! |
| Putzie: | Hey! |
| Doody: | Hey, Danny. Watch this. You're gonna love it. |
| Doody/Sonny/Putzie: | *Do a split, give a yell. Shake your tit for old Rydell* |
| Doody: | Ruff! |
| Danny: | Guys... Be cool, huh? |
| Doody: | Hey, watch out, pinhead! |
| Kenickie: | Uh, what do you think? |
| Danny: | What a hunk of junk. |
| Kenickie: | Wait ‘til I give it a paint job and soup up the engine. Man, she’s gonna run like a champ. |
| I'm racing her at Thunder Road. | |
| Doody: | Thunder Road? |
| Kenickie: | Yeah! You wanna make something of it? |
| Doody: | Uh-huh. I wanna see you make something of this heap. |
| Kenickie: | You're cruisin' for a bruisin'. |
| Sonny: | Hey!. What are Scorpions doing here? This ain’t their turf. |
| Kenickie: | Think they wanna rumble? |
| Danny: | Yeah, well if they do, we’re gonna be ready for ‘em. |
| Coach Calhoun: | All right, gang, let's go get ‘em! |
| [cheering] | |
| Sandy: | Hey, what you doing? |
| Aw, thanks, Frenchy. | |
| Frenchy: | It’s alright. You know something, you were really great out there. |
| Sandy: | No, I really messed up. I was so nervous. |
| Frenchy: | Oh, no. Your split was devoom. |
| Rizzo: | Hi, Sandy. |
| Sandy: | Oh, hi, Rizz. Hi, girls. |
| Rizzo: | We got a surprise for you. |
| Sandy: | Surprise? What is it? |
| Jan: | You’ll see! Right, Rizz? |
| Frenchy: | Let me comb your hair down a little bit, here. |
| Sandy: | Where are we going? |
| Frenchy: | Want a little lipstick? |
| Danny: | You know, if we fix up this car, it could be make-out city. You know that? |
| Sonny: | Right! A chick is gonna have to put out before she even gets in! |
| Kenickie: | You better believe it, man! |
| Rizzo: | Hey, Zuko, I got a surprise for you. |
| Danny: | Oh, yeah? |
| Rizzo: | Yeah! |
| Danny: | Sandy! |
| Sandy: | Danny? |
| Danny: | What are you-what are you doing here? I, I thought you were going back to Australia. |
| Sandy: | We had a change of plan. |
| Danny: | I can't... that's cool, baby. I mean you know how it is. Rockin’ and rollin’ and whatnot! |
| Sandy: | Danny? |
| Danny: | That's my name, don’t wear it out. |
| Sandy: | What's the matter with you? |
| Danny: | What's the matter with me, baby? What's the matter with you? |
| Sandy: | What happened to the Danny Zuko I met at the beach? |
| Danny: | I do not know. I mean, maybe, uh, maybe there's two of us, right? |
| Why don't you take out a missing-persons ad or try the yellow pages? I don’t know. | |
| Sandy: | You're a fake and a phony and I wish I’d never laid eyes on you! |
| Sonny: | Whoa! |
| Doody: | Whoa! |
| Kenickie: | I wonder if she carries silver bullets. |
| Doody: | Yeah! |
| Putzie: | Whoa! So, she laid her eyes on you, huh, Zuko? |
| Sonny: | Hey, I bet that's not all she's laid on him. |
| Doody: | Yeah, right! |
| Kenickie: | Hey, Zuk, I got a car, remember? |
| Doody: | Come on, Danny. |
| Kenickie: | Alright. Who’s got beer money? |
| Putzie: | Come on. |
| Doody: | Well, I swiped my brother’s I.D. |
| Sonny: | I got 250. |
| Doody: | Come on. |
| Kenickie: | Alright. Gimme that, gimme this, open that, gimme the gear. |
| Alright. You ride in the front with me. | |
| Sandy: | He was so nice to me this summer. |
| Frenchy: | Listen, Sandy, men are rats. Listen to me. They're, they’re fleas on rats. |
| Worse than that. They're amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they are too low for even the dogs to bite. | |
| The only man a girl can depend on is her daddy. | |
| You know what you need? | |
| Sandy: | What? |
| Frenchy: | A night out with the girls. Huh? We're having a sleepover at my house tonight. |
| Wanna come? Good. | |
| You'll love it. Come on. | |