| Frenchy’s Sleepover | |
| Marty: | Hey, look, it's Jan! |
| Jan: | [with BUCKY BEAVER] |
| *Brusha, brusha, brusha* | |
| *Get the new Ipana* | |
| *With the brand-new flavor* | |
| *It's dandy for your teeth* | |
| *Brusha, brusha, brusha* | |
| *New Ipana toothpaste* | |
| *Brusha, brusha, brusha* | |
| *Knocks out* | |
| *Decay germs fast, fast* | |
| *Faster sure alright* | |
| *Ip-* ugh! [Marty throws cuddly toy] | |
| Marty: | Turn it off! |
| Rizzo: | Hey! |
| Hey, hand me a ciggy butt. | |
| Marty: | Oh, me too over here. |
| Frenchy: | Hey, you want one, Sandy? |
| Sandy: | No thanks, I don't smoke. |
| Marty: | You don’t? |
| Rizzo: | Go Ahead, try it. It won't kill you. Give her a break. |
| Oh, I forgot to tell you. You shouldn't inhale unless you're used to it. | |
| Frenchy: | Hey, Sandy, let me teach you how to French inhale. |
| It’s really cool. Watch | |
| Jan: | God, that is the ugliest lookin’ thing I ever saw. |
| Frenchy: | Nah, the guys really go for it. And that's how I got my nickname, Frenchy. |
| Rizzo: | Sure it is! |
| Frenchy: | Ooh! |
| Rizzo: | O.K. O.K., how about a little Sneaky Pete to get the party going? [cheers] |
| Jan: | Italian Swiss colony. Wow, it's imported! |
| Hey, I brought some twinkies. Anybody want one? | |
| Marty: | Twinkies and wine. Oh, that's real class, Jan. |
| Jan: | It says right here, it is a "dessert wine." |
| Rizzo: | Hey, Sandy didn't get any wine. |
| Sandy: | Oh, that's O.K. |
| Rizzo: | Bet you never had a drink before, either? |
| Sandy: | Oh yes I did. I had some champagne at my cousin's wedding once. |
| Rizzo: | Oh! Ring-a-ding-ding! |
| Jan: | What's wrong? We don't got cooties. |
| Frenchy: | Hey, Sandy, would you like me to pierce your ears for you? |
| Rizzo/Marty/Jan: | *dum-da-dum...* |
| Frenchy: | Oh, shut up! |
| Rizzo/Marty/Jan: | *dum!* |
| Sandy: | Isn't that awfully dangerous? |
| Frenchy: | Oh. No, I know what I’m doing. I'm going to be a beautician, you know. |
| Rizzo: | What’s the matter? Are you afraid? |
| Sandy: | No, I’m not! |
| Marty: | Here Frenchy, you can use my virgin pin. |
| Jan: | Yeah. It’s nice to know it’s good for something! |
| Frenchy: | Perfect. |
| Sandy: | Oh, Frenchy. I really don’t think it’s a good idea. |
| Frenchy: | Oh, well, it’s O.K. |
| Sandy: | My father won't like it. I promise you, he doesn't... |
| Frenchy: | Listen, you won’t feel... |
| Sandy: | Ow! |
| Frenchy: | Oh! Uh, Sandy, why don’t we go into the bathroom. My mother will kill me if I get blood all over the carpet. |
| Sandy: | What? |
| Frenchy: | Oh, it only bleeds for a second. |
| Sandy: | Frenchy, I don't feel very well. |
| Rizzo: | Don’t worry about it, Sandy. If she screws up she can always fix your hair so your ears don’t show. |
| Frenchy: | Sandy, Sandy, beauty is pain. |
| Sandy: | Aah! |
| Frenchy: | Would you please get me some ice to numb her earlobes? |
| Marty: | Why don’t you just let the cold water run and stick her ear under the fawcett? |
| Frenchy: | Oh! |
| Marty: | Personally, I’m getting rather chilly. |
| Rizzo: | Hey, what's that? |
| Marty: | From Bobby in Korea. |
| Jan: | Are you going with a Korean? |
| Marty: | No, dummy, he's a marine. |
| Jan & Rizzo: | A marine! [scream] |
| Marty: | You wanna see a picture? |
| Rizzo: | God, you're turning into a one-woman U.S.O.! |
| Frenchy: | Hey, you guys, Sandy's sick. |
| I just did one ear, she saw the blood and blech! | |
| Jan: | You ain't getting your hands on my ears. |
| Frenchy: | Oh, yeah? Well, you'll be sorry. ‘Cos I have been accepted to La Coiffure Beauty School. |
| Jan: | You mean you're dropping out of Rydell? |
| Frenchy: | Hey, I don’t look at it as dropping out. I look at it as a very strategic career move. |
| Rizzo: | Hey. Why’s he torn in half? |
| Marty: | His old girlfriend was in the picture. |
| Frenchy: | Uh, Sandy, here's your toothbrush. |
| Sandy: | Oh, thanks, Frenchy. I'm sorry to be so much trouble. |
| Frenchy: | [sighs] Oh, it's O.K. |
| Rizzo: | Oh. Miss goody-two-shoes makes me wanna barf. |
| Rizzo: | *Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee* |
| *Lousy with virginity* | |
| *Won't go to bed, 'til I'm legally wed* | |
| *I can't, I'm Sandra Dee* | |
| Watch it! *Hey, I'm Doris Day* | |
| *I was not brought up that way* | |
| *Won't come across, even Rock Hudson lost* | |
| Rizzo/Jan/Marty: | *His heart to Doris Day* |
| Rizzo: | *I don't drink* |
| Jan & Marty: | No! |
| Rizzo: | *I swear* |
| Jan & Marty: | Ooh! |
| Rizzo: | *I don't rat my hair* |
| Jan & Marty: | Ew! |
| Rizzo: | *I get ill from one cigarette* [coughs] |
| *Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers* | |
| *Would you pull that crap with Annette?* | |
| *As for you Troy Donahue* | |
| *I know what you wanna do* | |
| *You've got your crust, I'm no object of lust* | |
| Rizzo/Jan/Marty: | *I'm just plain Sandra Dee* |
| Rizzo: | *Elvis, Elvis, let me be* |
| *Keep that pelvis far from me* | |
| *Just keep your cool, now you're starting to drool* | |
| *Hey, Fongul, I'm Sandra Dee* | |
| Sandy: | You making fun of me, Rizz? |
| Rizzo: | Some people are so touchy. |
| Putz/Doody/Sonny: | *... and then you gotta use the toilet* |
| *and later on, you start to scratch like hell!* | |
| Kenickie: | Will you shut up, you vultures. |
| Danny: | Hey. I, I changed my mind. Let's get out of here. |
| Sonny: | Hey, what do you mean? |
| Danny: | What do you mean, what do I mean? |
| Frenchy: | Shh, shh, shh, shh. |
| Oh! They can’t come in here. My folks will flip. | |
| Sonny: | Hey, Putzie. Why don’t you call her? |
| Danny: | C’mon, let’s get out of here. |
| Putzie: | Oh, Sandy, wherefore art thou, Sandy? |
| Danny: | Sit down! |
| Kenickie: | Sit down! Shut up! Sit down! |
| Danny: | C’mon, let’s go. |
| Rizzo: | You goody-goodies are too much for me. |
| I’m gonna get my kicks while I’m still young enough to get ‘em. | |
| Frenchy: | Oh, God! |
| What’s she gonna do, shimmy down the drainpipe? | |
| Sonny: | Hey, look, there's Rizzo. |
| Doody: | Hey, Rizzo, you’re doing that without a net! |
| Rizzo: | Swell bunch you are, rushing to help a lady. |
| Doody: | Lady? I don’t see a lady! |
| Kenickie: | Shut up! |
| Doody: | Alright... |
| Kenickie: | Shut up! |
| Rizzo: | What's up, Kenick? |
| Kenickie: | One guess. |
| Rizzo: | You got a lot to offer a girl. |
| Kenickie: | Yeah. You know it. |
| Rizzo: | What say, Zuk? |
| Danny: | You're looking good, Rizz. |
| Rizzo: | Eat your heart out. |
| Danny: | Well, sloppy seconds ain't my style. |
| Rizzo: | Where are you going, to flog your log? |
| Danny: | Well, it's better than hangin' around with you dorks. |
| Putzie: | Hey, Danny. |
| Doody: | Hey, Danny. |
| Kenickie: | Your, uh, chariot, my lady. |
| Sandy: | I don't know what I ever saw in Danny Zuko. |
| Marty: | Don't sweat it, honey. Have one of mine. |
| Sandy: | There's so many of them! |
| Marty: | I know! |
| Sandy: | How do you keep up with all of them? |
| Marty: | I'm a terrific pen-pal: hopelessly devoted to each and every one. |
| Doody: | Hey! |
| Sonny: | What are you doing? |
| Rizzo: | O.K.! So, what do you guys think this is, a gang bang? |
| Sonny: | You wish! |
| Kenickie: | Hey! Hit the pavement! |
| Putzie: | Hey. You gotta be kiddin'? |
| Kenickie: | I said now! |
| Doody: | Alright, alright. |
| Kenickie: | Move it! |
| Doody: | Remember us in your will. |
| Putzie: | Your will alright. |
| Sonny: | When a guy picks a chick over his buddies, something gotta be wrong! |
| Putzie: | You said it! |
| Sonny: | C'mon, guys. Let's go for a slice of pizza. |
| Doody: | Yeah. |
| Sandy: | Can I have some of that? |
| Marty: | Sure. |
| Sandy: | Thanks. |
| Marty: | Wait. |
| Sandy: | *Guess mine is not the first heart broken* |
| *My eyes are not the first to cry* | |
| *I'm not the first to know there's just no gettin' over you* | |
| *You know I'm just a fool who's willing* | |
| *To sit around and wait for you* | |
| *But baby can't you see there's nothing else for me to do* | |
| *I'm hopelessly devoted to you* | |
| *But now, there's nowhere to hide* | |
| *Since you pushed my love aside* | |
| *I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you* | |
| *Hopelessly devoted to you* | |
| *Hopelessly devoted to you* | |
| *My head is saying "fool, forget him"* | |
| *My heart is saying "don’t let go"* | |
| *"Hold on to the end", that's what I intend to do* | |
| *I'm hopelessly devoted to you* | |
| *But now, there's nowhere to hide* | |
| *Since you pushed my love aside* | |
| *I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you* | |
| *Hopelessly devoted to you* | |
| *Hopelessly devoted to you (Hopelessly devoted to you)* | |