| Frosty Palace | |
| [honk honk] | |
| [jukebox: “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” – Jerry Lee Lewis] | |
| Danny: | Sandy, come on, let’s, let's go someplace else. Huh? |
| Sandy: | Why? |
| Danny: | W... Because we can't be alone here. That’s whys. |
| Sandy: | Danny! |
| Danny: | O.K. |
| Waiter: | Two burgers and a moo juice comin’ up. |
| Sandy: | You nearly pulled my arm out the socket! |
| Danny: | Well, I didn't want to miss this table. |
| It’s the best table they got. | |
| Sandy: | What are you doing? |
| Danny: | I just wanna little privacy for us. Alright? |
| Vi: | What’ll it be, kids? |
| Sandy: | Oh, uh, a cherry soda, please. |
| Vi: | Danny? |
| Danny: | Oh, I'm not very hungry. |
| Just, uh, gimme a double Polar Burger with everything and a cherry soda with chocolate ice-cream. O.K.? | |
| Sandy: | Ooh! That sounds good. I'll have the same. |
| Danny: | The same? You can eat a lot, can’t you? |
| Sandy: | You know, you look funny. |
| Kenickie: | [belches] How you doin’, Zuk, huh? Nice! Golden combs! |
| Sandy: | Hi, Rizzo, how are you? |
| Rizzo: | Peachy keen, jelly bean. |
| Kenickie: | Hey, you got a couple of quarters? We can split an Eskimo pie. |
| Rizzo: | My Dutch-treat days are over. |
| Kenickie: | You plan on stayin’ home a lot! |
| Sonny: | Hey, greetings, pals and gals! |
| Hey, I got 23 cents. Anybody wanna chip in for a Dog-sled Delight? | |
| Marty: | I don't know where all my money goes. |
| A dime here, 15 cents there. | |
| Doody: | Yeah, well another couple of months, Frenchy’ll be able to take us all out. Huh? |
| A working girl with income. | |
| Marty: | Hey, that’s right. |
| Frenchy: | Well. You know, they don't pay you very much to start off with. |
| Doody: | Yeah? Well, that's still more than we make. So, uh, ante up because I don’t get my allowance until Friday. |
| Kenickie: | What, you get an allowance? |
| Doody: | When I'm a good boy, I do. |
| Sonny: | Hey, Viola, a Dog-sled Delight with 4 spoons. |
| Kenickie: | And a Eskimo pie with a knife. |
| Jan: | Hiya, gang! |
| Sonny: | Hi, Jan. |
| Doody: | Hi, Putz. |
| Frenchy: | Hi, Jan. |
| Vi: | Here y’are. Grab it and growl. |
| Rizzo: | I got so many hickeys, people’ll think I'm a leper. |
| Kenickie: | Hey, cheer up. Uh, a hickey from Kenickie’s like a Hallmark card— |
| When you care enough to send the very best. | |
| [chomps burger] | |
| Rizzo: | You’re a pig! |
| Kenickie: | Uh. I love it when you talk dirty! |
| Sandy: | My parents want to invite you round for tea on Sunday. Do you wanna come? |
| Danny: | I don't like tea. |
| Sandy: | You don't have to drink tea! |
| Danny: | Well, I don't like parents. |
| Putzie: | Want some? |
| Jan: | Uh... mm-hm. |
| Putzie: | You sure are a cheap date. Oh, I-I didn't mean it the way it came out. |
| Jan: | I understand. |
| Putzie: | I always thought you were a very understanding person. |
| Jan: | I am. |
| Putzie: | And, I also think that there’s more to you than just fat. |
| Jan: | Thanks. |
| Putzie: | You’re welcome. You got a date for the dance-off? |
| Jan: | No. |
| Putzie: | Wanna go? |
| Jan: | Yeah! |
| Marty: | Oh no, I’m gonna be a senior forever. I have to go study for that dumb algebra test tomorrow. |
| Sonny: | Hey, you’re in luck, luscious. You’ve got an armed escort home. |
| Marty: | It's not the arms I'm worried about, Sonny. It's the hands! |
| Sonny: | She loves me! |
| Doody: | Hey, you comin’, French? |
| Frenchy: | Oh, I don’t think s- I think I’d like to hang out a little bit longer. |
| Doody: | Alright. |
| Jan: | Oh, I have been dieting all day long. |
| My mom’s apple pie is better than this stuff. You wanna piece? | |
| Putzie: | Yeah, sure. |
| Sonny: | Hey, Putzie. |
| Putzie: | Yeah? |
| Sonny: | 15 minutes! |
| Sandy: | You know, Danny, I’m kinda worried about this dance-off. |
| Maybe they dance differently than we do back home. | |
| Rizzo: | Don't worry about it. Maybe we'll invent the kangaroo bop. |
| Kenickie: | [sarcastically] Heh, heh, heh! |
| Danny: | C’mon, let's get out of here, Sandy. |
| Kenickie: | Hey, Zuk, see you later, O.K. |
| Sandy: | Bye, Frenchy. |
| Frenchy: | See you, Sandy. |
| Kenickie: | Oh, great! I get stuck with the check again. |
| Give me money. O.K., what is it, huh? What’s with you tonight? | |
| You’ve got the personality of a wet mop. | |
| Rizzo: | Don't start with me! |
| Kenickie: | Oh, sure, fine, O.K., Eureka. How about I finish with you, huh? |
| Rizzo: | Finish this! To you from me, Pinky Lee. |
| Sorry, French. | |
| Kenickie: | Rizzo! Hey, Rizzo! C’mon, I’m talking to you! Now! |
| Vi: | No use crying over spilled milkshake. |
| Frenchy: | Oh, I’ll be O.K. |
| Vi: | You know it's near closing time, don’t you? |
| Frenchy: | Do you mind if I stay around a little longer, Vi? |
| Vi: | No, suit yourself. |
| Wow! | |
| Frenchy: | What? |
| Vi: | Well, I hate to tell you this, but your hair looks like an Easter egg. |
| Frenchy: | Oh, yeah. Well, I-I had a little trouble in tinting class. |
| In fact, I had a little trouble in all my classes. | |
| Beauty school sure wasn't what I thought it was gonna be. | |
| Vi: | Oh, nothing ever is. |
| Frenchy: | Vi... uh, I dropped out. What do you think of waitressing? |
| Vi: | You're too young to know. |
| Frenchy: | Hmmm. Hey, maybe I could be a telephone operator. |
| Vi: | Oh! |
| Frenchy: | Nah, I don’t think I would like to wear those little things over my ears. |
| God! I-if only I had a guardian angel to tell me what to do. | |
| You know, like Debbie Reynolds had in Tammy. What do you think? | |
| Vi: | If you find him, give him my phone number. |
| The Teen Angel: | *Your story's sad to tell* |
| *A teenage ne’er-do-well* | |
| *Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block* | |
| *Your future’s so unclear now* | |
| *What’s left of your career now?* | |
| *Can’t even get a trade-in on your smock* | |
| (la, la, la, la) | |
| (la) | |
| (la, la, la) | |
| (la, la, la) | |
| (la, la, la) | |
| (la, la, la, la, la, la) | |
| (la, la, la, la, la, la) | |
| (la, la, la, la, la, la, la) | |
| *Beauty school dropout* | |
| *No graduation day for you* | |
| *Beauty school dropout* | |
| *Missed your midterms and flunked shampoo* | |
| *Well, at least you could have taken time to wash and clean your clothes up* | |
| *After spendin’ all that dough to have the doctor fix your nose up* | |
| *Baby, get movin’ (Better get movin’)* | |
| *Why keep your feeble hopes alive?* | |
| *What are you provin’? (What are you provin’?)* | |
| *You’ve got the dream but not the drive* | |
| *If you go for your diploma you could join a steno pool (laa ...)* | |
| *Turn in your teasin’ comb and go back to high school (la, la, la, la, la)* | |
| (la, la, la, la) | |
| (la, la, la, la, la, la, la) | |
| *Beauty school dropout (Beauty school dropout)* | |
| *Hangin’ around the corner store* | |
| *Beauty school dropout (Beauty school dropout)* | |
| *It’s about time you knew the score* | |
| *Well, they couldn’t teach you anything, you think you’re such a looker (ooh ...)* | |
| *But no customer would go to you unless she was a hooker (ooh ...)* | |
| *Baby, don’t sweat it (Don’t sweat it)* | |
| *You’re not cut out to hold a job (ooh, ooh, ooh)* | |
| *Better forget it (Forget it)* | |
| *Who wants their hair done by a slob? (ooh, ooh, ooh)* | |
| *Now, your bangs are curled your lashes twirled but still the world is cruel (ooh ...)* | |
| *Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school (ooh ...)* | |
| *Baby, don’t blow it* | |
| *Don’t put my good advice to shame* | |
| *Baby, you know it* | |
| *Even dear Abby’d say the same* | |
| *Now, I’ve called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly (aah ...)* | |
| *Gotta be goin’ to that malt shop in the sky* | |
| *Beauty school dropout (Beauty school dropout)* | |
| *Go back to high school* | |
| *Beauty school dropout (Beauty school dropout)* | |
| *Go back to high school* | |
| *Beauty school dropout (Beauty school dropout)* | |
| *Go back to high school (aah ...)* | |