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A new school year, Blanche. A new era.

If the Russians can put a man in space,

just imagine what our young American minds can do at Rydell.

- Oh, this is going to be a wonderful year, Blanche. - Oh, wonderful.

- Miss McGee! - Blanche!

*Spendin' my vacation in the summer sun*

*Gettin' lots of action and lots of fun*

*Scorin' like a bandit 'til the bubble burst*

*Suddenly it got to be September 1st*

*Woe is me*

*All summer long I was happy and free*

*Save my soul*

*The board of education took away my parole*

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again* - Wow, hey!

*You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three*

*I'm gonna be there 'til then* - Nice park, Rhonda.

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again*

*Whoa, whoa, I gotta go Back to school again*

She's late again.

Personally, I think that being late demonstrates terrible leadership qualities.

- Well, I'm not waiting anymore. - Here she is.

- Well. - We're gonna be late. Let's go.

*Geometry and History is just a pain*

*Biology and Chemistry destroys my brain*

*Well, don't they know that I deserve a better fate? *

*I'm really much too young to matriculate*

*Well, Mama, please*

*Your child's come down with a fatal disease*

*Mama said, "Come on, you lazy bum and get your butt out of bed! *

* "You gotta go back, back Back to school again*

* "It's bye-bye fun Get your homework done*

* "It better be in by ten" *

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again*

*Whoa, whoa I gotta go*

*Back to school again*

Senior year, the home stretch.

My old man wants me to go to junior college after grad.

- Yeah? Nerd junior college. - Hey, what are you gonna do, Johnny?

Sleep.

Na, I mean, what are you gonna be when you grow up?

A burden on society.

- Oh, good morning, Miss Mason. - Oh, hello, girls.

- Ready for a great new year? - I love your hair, Miss Mason.

- Oh, thanks. - All 300 pounds of it!

- Hello, boys. - Good morning, Miss Mason.

I'd really love to see all of you in Music Appreciation this year, OK?

I'd like to see all of you in Music Appreciation this year.

- You just might. - Oh, I think I'm in love!

Oh, my hair!

- Excuse me. Excuse me. Let me through, please. - Hey! What are you doing?

- Watch it! - Hey! - I got you! - Nerd!

- Michael? - Frenchy?

Hello. Hi. Thanks for meeting me.

Oh, listen, when your cousin Sandy told me you're coming to school in America,

I said, "Sandy, any cousin of yours is a cousin of mine."

- Yes, she did say you're the one who knows the ropes around here. - Ah, ropes are my specialty.

See, I used to go to Rydell before I dropped out to go to beauty school,

but then I flunked Tinting when my hair turned pink.

Pink?

*The Pink Ladies pledge to act cool*

*To look cool and to be cool*

* 'Til death do us part Think Pink! *

Hi, guys.

Your mother!

But now the most important thing in my life is skin care.

- So, tinting's out and skin care's in? - Right. That's why I'm back at Rydell.

To get my Chemistry, so I can mix my own cosmetics.

Makes sense.

*I got my books together and I dragged my feet*

*And then I saw this angel Boppin' down the street*

*I said, "Hey, pretty baby, how's about a date?" *

*She said, "I'm goin' to school and I can't be late... " *

Hey, basketball! Hey, you caught it! Hah, how tall are you? Never mind.

We'll put high heels on your sneakers, and we'll make you a center.

Heyyah. Go catch that! Ooh, boy! Basketball, basketball!

*Whoa, whoa, I gotta go*

*Whoa, whoa, I gotta go Back to school...*

- Thank you, thank you very much. - Give it back! Come on, give it back!

Hey, have a nice trip.

Yeah!

Hold it, Birds.

Comb.

Door.

- Make way. - Pardonne-moi!

Gentlemen, start your engines.

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again*

*Whoa, whoa, I gotta go*

*Back to school...*

You're gonna love Rydell.

*...again! *

From the front, this is a perfect nose. From the side, this nose does not belong on this face.

So dump the face and keep the nose.

- What's the new look, Sharon? - Jackie Kennedy.

It only landed her a president.

Yeah? Well the movie magazines say that JFK secretly prefers the Marilyn Monroe look.

- Hi, Johnny. - Yeah. - Gee, I really like your hair in the back. It's really cool.

- Thanks. - Woo, I still see you giving lube jobs in the old man's service station.

- Stuff it, Goose. - So what's the story, Stephanie?

Yeah, what's the story?

Sorry!

- You know the story, Johnny. It's over. - Yeah? Yeah? Well that's not good enough.

- Don't make a scene, OK? - Wha-What? There's no scene.

- Hey, Johnny! - Hey, what's the scene?

- There's no scene, all right? - Gee, sorry!

- Hi, Louis. - Hello, to you.

What's this? The Vince Fontaine National Library?

- Shh! - Quiet, please!

Laugh, you jerks, but just wait till I turn up on National Bandstand.

Yeah, you may turn up on the bandstand, but your beak will still be turning down.

- You're mean. - I gotta do it!

The nose goes. Bandstand, here I come!

Rhonda, I wouldn't fool around with Mother Nature if I were you.

- You fool around with everyone else, Paulette. - Shut up!

- Meet me at the homeroom. - Hey, Paulette. Hey, Steph. - Pants!

- Hi, Paulette. - Hi, Willie.

Hey, Francie.

Excuse me.

How long have you been in America?

Just about a week. I'm staying with my aunt and uncle.

Ah. These are the lockers. Take a locker and lock it.

Yeah, because these guys will steal every...

- ...thing. - Thanks.

- What do you think you're doing? - I...

- I was just putting a few things in my locker. - His locker!

- Excuse us. - No one touches these lockers, OK, pal?

- What's the matter? You can't read? That there spells "T-Bird". - Which spells us.

- This is a protected landmark. - A slice of American history.

- Dig? - I think I understand.

Good. A real Einstein!

By the way, my name's Michael Carrington.

Oh, I'm the Duke of Earl.

Well, that is your new locker, Shakespeare.

- A perfect fit! - We're being invaded by foreigners.

- You OK? - Yeah, fine, thanks.

- Don't let these guys bug you. - Well I won't, don't worry. Ah...

- When do you guys gonna grow up? - Look, the nerd invaded our sacred turf.

Hey, come on, I want to talk. You meet me for a smoke after class.

I quit. It's bad for your health.

- Oh yeah? Well standing me up is also bad for your health. - Says who?

Hey says the Sturgeon General of United States, Stephanie.

All right, all right, everyone please take a seat.

I got mine. You loved it.

God, watch the nose!

Good morning, Rydell, and welcome one and all to a new school year.

I know this is going to be an exciting and stimulating year for all of us.

First, I'd like to extend the welcome back to our own Mr Spears,

who made such a miraculous recovery from the mental exhaustion

which sent him to the hospital last spring. Welcome back, Mr Spears.

We're all rooting for you.

Now, Rydell is very proud of her extracurricular activities,

so please come out for band tryouts.

If you play an instrument, it's better to play with a group than with yourself.

Auditions for the June Moon Talent Show will be held next month.

Come out one and all. You could win 100 long-playing records!

Last but not least, we are fortunate to have a straight- 'A' student

all the way from England, by the name of Michael Carrington.

Stand up, Michael.

All right, now, let's all say hello to Michael Carrington.

"Hello to Michael Carrington."

Let's have a wonderful year!

Rydell High, beat the Cavaliers!

Rydell High, beat the Cavaliers!

- So what's the story with you and Johnny? - Let's just say I outgrew him over this summer.

Yeah? Well he sure hasn't lost the hots for you.

Johnny just hasn't learnt when you're dead, lie down.

- Besides, it's got to be more to life than just making out. - You know? I never thought of it that way.

Michael!

Michael!

- I heard you know how to play the piano. - Who did you hear that from? Well, I can a bit.

Then you must play for the talent show auditions! I will not take no for an answer.

Michael!

Well?

- Oh, OK, I'll do it. Why not? - I think he's kinda cute.

- Virgin alert! Virgin alert! - All male periscopes down!

- So how's your first week been? - Oh, great. Yours?

Oh, listen. There's such a fascinating world of chemistry out there.

Yeah, I know. Hey, how well do you know that Stephanie Zinone?

Stephanie Zinone is one of my very best...

Uh-oh. Michael, I think there's something you don't understand.

See, Stephanie Zinone is a Pink Lady.

Which means if you're not a T-Bird, which you are not, you can look, but don't touch.

Michael, I wouldn't even look.

Well then, how do you become one of these T-Birds, eh?

Well...

Like I told you before. Football is like life, you gotta push.

You gotta push your way through life. You gotta push and elbow. Come on! Push! I want you to push those men out of the way!

Elbow 'em, then bite 'em, then rip 'em, then chew 'em up!

Come on! Push push push push push!

Push, push!

Attaboy! Bit'em up. Chew 'em up. Ah, come on, come on! Don't you have any...

Come on. You're like a bunch of old turkeys. Come on, don't you know you gotta push?

You said push.

- Check this out. - What are they doing here?

- Nogerelli. - Balmudo.

These cockroaches are gonna invade our turf one time too many.

We should take care of them tonight.

- Tonigh-Tonight, we bowl. - Hey, you're lucky. We're bowling tonight.

I like that.

You'd better write your will, boys.

- Hey, baby, check your oil, will you? - Hi, hot stuff.

- Hey, are we bowling tonight? - That's right.

- And Paulette... - Yeah, Johnny.

- I want you to look special, dig? - No problem.

- Hey, Johnny! - Yeah, Johnny!

- Way to go, Johnny! - Hey hey hey, Paulette! Do not mess the hair.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Hey! Paulette, whose side are you on?

- Our side. - Then don't fraternize with the enemy!

- Mark that a strike. - What are you talking about? You hit two lousy pins!

That is technical strike, due to fact that these chicks were late. Read your bowling rules!

- That's right. Read 'em and weep. - That's not fair.

- This bra is killing me. - You wish!

Paulette! You gotta put your fingers in the holes.

I'm not breaking my nails.

You got something going with Paulette?

Let's say I'm giving her therapy for her disease.

- What disease? - Nymphoidmania.

- What's the final score? - Final score? Happens later tonight.

Last game coming up, winner take all. Agreed?

You just shoot the ball!

Shoot the ball!

*Come on, everybody Gather round*

*I'm gonna show you how to knock 'em down*

*When I'm on the ball I'm the number one*

*And I'm gonna show you how it's done*

*Let's bowl, let's bowl Let's rock 'n' roll*

*Hey, come on Let's get the show on the road*

*Let's bowl, let's bowl Let's rock 'n' roll*

*You're sittin' on a bomb That's about to explode*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*- If you're lookin' for a fight - Then the time is right*

*- We're gonna wipe the floor - With you tonight*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl*

*We're gonna score, score, score, score, score...tonight! *

*Hey, Paulette, take a look over here*

*I'm your kingpin, honey And I'm gettin' in gear*

*Hey, Johnny, Johnny Go for that strike*

*And I just might be your baby tonight*

*Let's bowl, let's bowl Let's rock 'n' roll*

*Hey, come on Let's get the show on the road*

*Let's bowl, let's bowl Let's rock 'n' roll*

* 'Cause the stakes are high And the winner takes all*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*Don't get sore when you lose tonight*

*We're gonna show you how to do it right*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll We're gonna bop, we're gonna bowl*

*We're gonna score, score, score, score, score...tonight! *

*- You bowl me over - Bowl me over*

*- You bowl me over - Bowl them over - She's hot tonight*

*- You bowl me over - Take a hike*

*Get a strike*

*Ten, nine, eight, seven*

*Six, five, four, three, two, one! *

*We're gonna score tonight*

*We're gonna score tonight*

*We're gonna score*

*Tonight*

*We're gonna score*

*Tonight*

*We're gonna score*

*Tonight*

"Always be courteous when asking for a game.

"Hi, want a game? Howdy, fellas, let's bowl some balls.

"Bowling, anyone? "

- Another well-deserved victory, hah, Johnny? - Yeah, but where's the trophy?

Right here, Johnny.

Oh, kissies.

That's for best average. Now what about for best score?

- God! - Touchy!

- What about the trophy for best score, Stephanie? - I ain't no one's trophy, Goose.

She ain't no one's trophy! So that's the way it's gonna be now, huh, Miss Independent?

Yeah, independent. I kiss who I want, when I want.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

I could kiss the next guy who walks through that door if I want.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Be my guest!

Go, Zinone!

Let's eat.

- I vote for pizza. - You vote for bed. It's past ten o'clock.

- And why don't you just go home and leave me alone? - Bed stinks.

- Hi. Is it too late to join the game? - You want something?

- Food! - Food!

- Food! - Food!

- Life stinks. - Are you talking to me?

- Yeah, you'll do. - Great.

The name's Michael, Michael Carrington.

The name's Dolores, Dolores Rebchuck.

Some jerks call me Woodchuck or Upchuck, but I prefer Dolores.

- Got it? - Got it.

They think they're so cool just 'cause they got wheels.

- Dolores, go home! - Yeah, well, looks like you and me don't make the grade.

Yeah. With them it's all these weird codes and rules and pledges about cycles.

You gotta be a biker or a biker's old lady. But without a cycle, forget it.

- Pisses me off. - We're both in the same boat.

I sure can't afford a cycle without a job.

Yeah, but me, I'm willing to negotiate.

I offered to be a Pink Lady mascot. It ain't the coolest job, but it's a start.

Think they'd listen? Forget it. Pisses me off.

Well it's pretty late. I think I'd better walk you home.

Oh, I don't need a babysitter, OK?

Why don't you think of it as a date, OK?

Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?

Come on. You know, when I'm in 12th grade, I know I'll be the head of Pink Ladies.

My Pink Ladies who rule the school. They'll be the best.

We'll have the best-looking jackets. I once tried to put letters on this jacket, you know.

Didn't work. They fell right off.

It was really embarrassing 'cause it happened in front of my sister Paulette.

I didn't mean for it to happen. But it did.

- Morning, Mr... - Stuart.

- Gods, you could've killed us, Rhonda! - Good move, Rhonda.

- Can you imagine? Dying a virgin! - Oh, God.

- Nosebleed. - Nurse, room 11.

- Oh, good morning. My name is Stuart. I'm a substitute for Mr... - Good morning, Miss McGee.

Oh good morning, Miss...Ah...Miss...

Mason.

- This is Mr... - Mr Stuart.

Mr Stuart.

Oh, I love your hair, Miss Mason.

Oh, well, thank you, Mr Stuart.

Ah, Miss Mason will help you while you're learning the ropes.

- And it will be my pleasure, I'm sure. - I'm sure you're sure.

- I'm a substitute for Mr... - Spears.

Follow me.

That is why we are gonna win this talent show. 100 long-playing albumens.

- But we got zero talent. - Oh, geese! There must be ten Roy Orbisons albumens there.

Greatest hits of Beeth-oven?

Ah, good morning. My name is Mr Stuart, and I am your substitute teacher.

- Let's go have a cigarette. - Yeah.

Mr Nogerelli. I've been looking for you.

Hello, Miss McGee. You're looking lovely today.

There has been a rumor, Mr Nogerelli,

that motorcycles have been driven across our school lawn.

Now, I know that couldn't have been you, Mr Nogerelli.

I'm sure you have more respect for grass than that. Right?

Now hear this. No more! Is that understood?

Good. Do you smell something burning?

Mr Nogerelli...

I guess she(Nogerelli's mom) sure told her, huh, Johnny?

- Water! - Sorry, I'm sorry, Johnny, I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!

I'll kill you!

- OK, Michael, we're ready. - Good luck, girls.

- First in the tryouts and we're the first. - I hope I don't blank out. Now!

*His loafers were Weejuns*

*His chinos were black*

*With a cute little buckle*

*That fastened in back*

These are my girls. Oh, there's some good breeding up there.

And that is so important.

- Hey, what's happening? - Hey, Woodchuck.

Dolores, all right? What's happening?

"Brad".

Does this song stink, or what?

*Don't know what possessed me*

*But I gave him my address*

*And my heart shook with fear*

*As I prayed that I'd hear*

*From Brad*

*Hear from Brad*

There's a hundred out pieces stake here. And I won't let a little hard work come between me and that prize.

No, we're calendar girls. You have to give in to your seasons, become your seasons.

Rhonda, you're fall. Give me maturity, give me aging...

- Give me a break. - Lunchtime.

*Then at yesterday's tea dance*

*My day turned to night*

*Muffy Rogers was wearing Brad's pin*

*I could just die*

Thank you, but we haven't got all day.

- Oh, but these are my girls. - I know, dear. Next!

OK! OK! We're almost ready.

- OK, listen. I want everybody sing their ah, ah, ahs. -Ah ah ah.

- Would you take your music? - Here. - Do I have to do everything myself?

Are you ready?

*I'll be your girl for all seasons*

*All the year through*

- Hello. - Hi.

- I want to ask you if you're free after school today? - Yeah, I'm free every day.

It's in the Constitution.

- OK, we're ready now. - Sharon Cooper an-and the Seasons.

-Aw! *If you fall in the fall you'll see*

*September can be heavenly*

*If you fall, say you'll fall for me* - Eugene! Ready with the leaves when I yell. - Ready.

*When autumn leaves are falling from the tree*

And I'm sick of being a tree!

- That's enough for today. Thank you. - Oh no, wait a minute! We still have three more seasons yet!

I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm gonna need the stage for my Drama class.

- Oh! - Hey, Sharon! So, what about tonight?

- How about a hamburger later? - Oh, I'm busy.

- How about tomorrow? - Busy.

So maybe you can explain about the bowling alley, eh?

- I mean you just don't kiss a guy and... - Look. Because it was just a joke. Forget it.

- Let me give you a hand. - Oh, I can manage. Look, I said I can manage.

- I think he's in love. - I think he's kinda cute.

I think you two should shut your yaps.

You forgot this one.

- Thanks. - How about the day after tomorrow?

-Stephanie. - Look, when do you gonna get the picture?

*If you really want to know*

*What I want in a guy*

*Well, I'm lookin' for a dream on a mean machine*

*With hell in his eyes*

*I want a devil in skin-tight leather*

*He's gonna be wild as the wind*

*And one fine night*

*I'll be holdin' on tight*

*To a cool rider*

*A cool rider*

*If he's cool enough he can burn me through and through*

*Whoa, whoa*

*If it takes forever*

*Then I'll wait forever*

*No ordinary boy, no ordinary boy is gonna do*

*I want a rider that's cool*

*That's the way it's gonna be*

*That's the way that I feel*

*I want a whole lot more than the boy next door*

*I want hell on wheels*

*Just give me a black motorcycle*

*With a man growin' out of the seat*

*Then move aside*

* 'Cause I'm gonna ride*

*With a cool rider*

*A cool rider*

*If he's cool enough he can burn me through and through*

*Whoa, whoa*

*If it takes forever*

*Then I'll wait forever*

*No ordinary boy, no ordinary boy is gonna do*

*I want a rider that's cool*

*I don't want no ordinary guys*

*Comin' on strong with me*

*They don't know what I'm lookin' for They don't know what I need*

*You're gonna know it when he gets here*

* 'Cause the ground will be shakin' *

*I'll do anything to let him know that I'm his*

*His for the takin' *

*I want a cool rider*

*A cool, cool, cool, cool rider*

*I want a cool rider*

*A cool, cool, cool, cool rider*

*I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R*

*I need a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R* - English, I got something, ah, scholastic to discuss with you.

What I'm saying is, tha- you know, you're Mr History, right?

Like, I got this essay on the fall of Rome. I didn't even know they were in trouble.

- What are you driving at, DiMucci? - Papers for paper.

Essays for cash?

- So that's it. - What's what?

- It's gonna have to be a motorcycle. - Good idea. Invest in a cycle. So?

- So you got a deal. - Hey! All right.

Listen. When we make the drop, not out here in the open like this, huh?

I got a rep to protect.

It's open.

Your uncle said you was back out here. What is this joint?

- I think it's his nuclear fallout shelter. - Yeah?

- You got that essay? - You got the cash?

This is a neat joint.

A nucleoid shelter. It's private, good for homework,

and other activities involving student bodies.

I thought you think you can handle a couple History assignments also?

- Yeah, I'll try. - OK, and remember, it's between us.

- I got a rep to protect here, OK? - Yeah.

William the Conqueror, by the Goose.

Oh, God.

Nobody, but nobody, knows this happened, dig?

Whatever you say.

That's very nice. Nice penmanship.

Remember. I got a rep to protect. OK, Shakespeare?

Reproduction.

It's, it's very simple, but yet very important.

Now, what is the best time of the month for a woman to conceive?

Mr...uh..

...Jaworski.

- What's "conceive"? - Well, you know, to be fertile.

- What's the best time? - Ask Nogerelli.

- Mr Nogerelli? - Ask Goose.

- Mr Goose? - Ask DiMucci.

- Mr DiMucci? - What?

Conceive. What is the best time?

At night?

You know-I can see that we're not getting very far.

I got the same problem.

- Morning, everybody. - Good morning.

Good morning, Mr Stuart.

- Why don't we just start at beginning? Page one. - Open your book.

- "Where do babies come from? " - If you need me, I'll be right over here.

Ah, we need this for the exam?

*The parts of a flower are so constructed that*

*Very, very often the wind will cause pollination*

*If not, then a bee or any other nectar-gathering creature*

*Can create the same situation*

*Yes, anything that gets the pollen to the pistil's right on the list*

*I'll try to make it crystal clear*

*A flower's insatiable passion turns its life into a circus of debauchery*

*Now you see just how the stamen gets its lusty dust on to the stigma*

*And why this frenzied chlorophyllous orgy starts each spring is no enigma*

We call this quest for satisfaction a what, class?

"A photoperiodic reaction"

Oh, that's good! Oh, that's very good!

Hey, I'm lost. Where are we?

- Chapter two - Page five

*- Reproduction - Reproduction*

*Put your pollen tube to work*

*- Reproduction - Reproduction*

*Make my stamen go berserk*

*Reproduction*

*I don't think they even know what a pistil is*

*I got your pistil right here*

*Where does the pollen go? *

Get back here. Would you get into your seats?

-Sit down. - Next chapter.

How in an abstract way, the same thing applies

to the reproductive organs of the more complex life-forms.

But, we are not dealing with sexual response.

Are there any questions before we begin reading?

*Is it possible the female member of some sex on a couch*

*Could, like, get this guy all hot and she never even knew it? *

Negative

*When a warm-blooded mammal in a tight little sweater*

*Starts pulling that stuff She's saying that she wants to do it*

*Can't prove it by me*

* 'Cause they change their tune when you got 'em in the back seat*

*- With his heart beatin' fast - They make it sound like a track meet*

*- Gross! - Yeah*

*Then all they can do is say, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" *

*- Reproduction - Reproduction*

*Baby, give it to me now*

*- Reproduction - Reproduction*

*Is that all you think about? *

*Reproduction. Come on, baby, show me that you really love me so*

- I think I'm gonna throw up *Where does the pollen go? *

Mr Goose, Mr Goose, please be seated.

The human is the only being capable

of consciously controlling his number of offspring.

Are there any comments on that?

Yeah, I was wondering if you could tell me where she lives.

- Yeah, and what is this? - Mr Stuart

*Is it true that guys like you, you know, mature and all*

*Carry some protection with them for sexual occasions? *

- Oh, God! - What's the big deal?

*Can a girl just do that thing in a book*

*Where she adds up the days of her, ah, what do you call it, mentalstration? *

Oh, that's really neat!

Yeah, and what if a guy says the numbers don't add up right, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

*- Reproduction - Reproduction*

*Hope he's proud of what he's done*

*- Reproduction - Reproduction*

*He was only pokin' fun*

*Reproduction*

See what happens when a boy and girl don't know how to play it safe

*- Reproduction - Reproduction*

*- Reproduction - Where does the pollen go? *

Learn anything, Steph?

Hey. What's the rush? You gotta take a pill?

Try to remember, Mr Stuart, that their bodies are more developed than their minds.

- I understand. - They have drives, Mr Stuart. - I understand.

- Lustful drives! - Oh, I understand.

Good.

- Hi, Mr Stuart.

- May I speak to you, Miss McGee? - Yes, dear. What about?

I'm a little worried. I've missed my last two periods.

That's all right, dear. You can make them up after school.

*Where does the pollen go? *

Nice one, Davey. That does it.

Yep. Follow me.

Quite a selection here. All very, very serviceable machines, young man.

One or two of these were my personal transportation a few spare parts ago.

All it takes is a little elbow grease, and any one of these little beauties is a fixer-upper.

- Think you got yourself a bike. - Oh, great.

- And you're gonna need these. - Oh, thanks.

Good luck.

*Cool rider*

*A cool rider*

*If he's cool enough he can burn me through and through*

*Whoa, whoa*

*If it takes forever*

*Then I'll wait forever*

*No ordinary boy, no ordinary boy is gonna do*

Bollocks!

*I want a rider that's cool*

Oh, Michael! Michael!

- Good to see you, French. - Wha-What were you trying to do?

I'm trying to ride that motorcycle without bloody well killing myself.

Wait a second. Michael!

Michael, this isn't for... Stephanie?

*I'll be yours in winter*

*When the snow is on the ground I'll warm you through December*

*And I'll always be around*

- That will be all for today. - Blanche!

No, wait a minute! We still have some more seasons we haven't done for you yet.

We always have to start with winter and fall because Paulette's late and...

...and well she was late again today, but she's here now, and we'd like to do summer and spring for you.

Sharon, will you stop yelling? You're in the show.

Next.

The Preptones.

*Mr Sandman, bring me a dream*

These are my boys. Look. Good, clean-cut American boys.

I know.

*Then tell her that her lonesome nights are over*

*Sandman, I'm so alone*

*Don't have nobody to call my own*

*Please turn on your magic beam*

*Mr Sandman, bring me a dream*

- That was wonderful! - Yes.

The T-Bones.

Birds. T-Birds.

*- We're goin' prowlin' - Walk, talk like a T-Bird*

*- We're goin' prowlin' - Walk, talk like a T-Bird* - These are my boys.

*Walk, talk like a T-Bird tonight*

*- Prowlin' * - Thank you.

- That was just wonderful. - Yeah, was very nice.

We-We could work a little bit on the harn-omies, you know. Catch you later, Miss McGee.

Tha-Thank you.

Oh, uh, Miss McGee, my-my mom wants you to come over for a pasghetti at your convenience, you know.

Thank you, Nogerelli.

- Talk of practice over mid-term break. - Johnny, practice?!

*I'll be yours in springtime When the flowers are in bloom*

*We'll wander through the meadows In all their sweet perfume*

*I'll be your girl for all seasons*

*All the year through* - Oh, disaster! - What? We blew it?

No, we made it. But we can't sing in public with the worst!

- We'll get unworst. - Yeah, we'll get liverwurst. - You're knackwurst.

- So how do we get in? - Obviously, they didn't recognize natural talent.

Everybody made it. They didn't have enough acts.

Get him!

*Mr Sandman, bring me a dream*

*Make her the cutest that I've ever seen*

*Give her two lips like roses in clover*

*Then tell her that her lonesome nights are over. Sandman* - If we are gonna win that grand prize, we have got to get it together like that.

*I'm so alone* But with class.

*Don't have nobody to call my own* - Remember, I want the Roy Orbisons. - You'll get 'em.

*Please turn on your magic beam Mr Sandman, bring me a dream*

- I'm talkin' a matter of only weeks before that talent show. - I'm talkin' about winnin' albumens.

- I'm talkin' we're making progress. - I'm not talkin'.

Scum!

Balmudo's out front and he's all alone.

Tilt! My turn.

Your turn after we tilt that crater face, Balmudo. Come on.

- Comb. - Louis, be careful!

Smoke.

Light.

Comb again.

- Come on, action out front. - What? - Balmudo's gonna get his face mangled.

- All right. - Oh, my gosh!

Hey, where is that rat-face, Bal...?

You lookin' for a rat-face, mouse-brain?

Get that! Get that mutha!

*Who, who, who's that guy? *

*Who, who, who's that guy? *

*He came out of the darkness in the middle of the night*

*Blazin' like a mutha with a fist of dynamite*

*He ain't foolin' no one on that pile of chrome and steel*

*Burnin' up the pavement like he was some kind of wheel*

*He's lookin' for a rumble and some heads are gonna bust*

*He's gonna take a tumble with one solitary thrust*

*The only thing you guys are gonna do is eat his dust*

*Who's that guy? Where did he come from? *

*- Who's that guy? - Hey, tell me someone*

*I never knew anyone could be so cool*

*- Who's that guy? - What's so amazin' ? *

*From headlight to tailpipe His burners are blazin' *

*Looks to me like he could really fly*

*Who's that guy? *

*Who, who, who's that guy? *

*Who, who, who's that guy? *

*He wears a pair of goggles like a man from outer space* - Ah, shut up.

*It really doesn't matter that I haven't seen his face*

*We're gonna wrap those handlebars around that neck of his*

*- The punk is gonna get it - When we find out who he is*

*Everybody wants you when they don't know who you are*

*If you're a man of mystery it really takes you far*

*Everyone around you thinks that you're a star*

*- Who's that guy? - Where did he come from? *

*- Who's that guy? - Where can I get one? *

*They never knew that I could be so cool*

*- Who's that guy? - On that motorcycle? *

*What would they say if they knew it was Michael? * - Hey! Cops!

*Looks to me like he could really fly*

*Won't somebody tell me? *

*- Who's that guy? - Who's that guy? *

Pretty cool stuff.

Everyone inside. We bowl!

- All right! - Yeah, we bowl!

- Hey, DiMucci, did you see that? - Yeah, I saw it.

- Hey, come on, Steph. - I'll catch you with you guys in a few minutes, OK?

- Hey, what's eatin' you? - Nothin' .

A light?

Ah, you know, Steph. There's been talk.

We haven't been talkin',

but there has been talks that questioning your loyalty to the Birds.

It doesn't mean that you gotta go steady with Johnny. In fact, I think it's better for the both of you that it's over.

Yeah, but the code does say that we're T-Bird chicks, at least till grad.

Let's go, Louis.

Yo, maybe I'm tired of being someone's chick.

"Tired of being someone's chick"? Are you feeling OK?

- Yo, Ritter! - Yo, Goose!

- I don't know what I'm feeling. - Here. Have a ciggy. Maybe it'll make you feel better.

Those guys are show-offs.

- I gotta hate those kind of matches. Did you get that from the liquor store down the street? - No.

Oh, thanks.

Want a ride?

Some other time.

I heard there was this motorcycle chase outside the Bowl-a-Rama last night,

and according to love Paulette Rebchuck,

this very mysterious and gorgeous guy

knocked one Stephanie Zinone right out of her bobby socks.

- How do you plead? - I am guilty.

- Great. But now what? - We've got a problem.

On that motorcycle, in that gear, I knocked that girl right out of her socks.

- But like this... - You knock her right into her socks.

Yeah. Simple, I have to tell her. Next time I see her... Ah. Come here.

Next time I see her, I'm going to walk right up to her and say,

- "Steph..." - Uh-oh.

Hiya, girls.

Your boyfriend's here.

- Having a facial? - Yeah.

Delish!

- Steph. - What?

- Do you...? - What?

Have you...ever read a-a Superman comic?

- Not in last few hours. - I wa-I was just checking. Right?

Just checking.

- He needs the guidance counselor. - Rhonda, you got a nose job!

- Ah, forget it. I walked into a door. - So she says.

Attention, attention, please.

This is a test. I repeat, this is a test. Please do not panic.

Nuclear war is like football: If the Russians throw the bomb,

all you can do is jump up, intercept it, and ram it down their own end zone.

You know I mean? It's like life. Somebody throws something into, you throw it back.

Please proceed to your nearest shelter.

Boys to one side, girls to the other. Run, run, run!

- Blanche, please, do not panic! - Oh, Miss McGee, it's so loud.

Please do not panic.

- I don't know how you talked me into this, Louis. -Yeah.

- Listen. You trust President Kennedy, right? - Of course.

All right. Kennedy says we gotta be prepared for a nucleoid war.

- It's nuclear, Louis. - Yeah. Nuclelar, nucular...

...a bomb is a bomb.

This is an official fallout shelter bed.

Hey, you gotta be prepared, 'cause some day, when you least expect it...

Ka-blam! Nucleoid war!

- What's that? - It's started.

*America is calling Let's care enough to give our very best*

What's started? What's happening, Louis?

The Russians are attacking. Get down!

*For if we give our very best*

*I know that we will more than pass the test*

- What are you doing, Louis? Get off of me! - You think about it.

What if you and me was to die right here tonight without ever doing it?

"It"? Oh, My God! Let me out of here, Louis!

You crazy? They're dropping bombs out there!

*Yeah, let's do it for our country The red, white and the blue*

*It's Uncle Sam who's asking So your mother will approve*

*Tomorrow I'll be fighting And I'll win this war for you*

*Let's do it for our country Our country wants us to*

- Oh, Louis! *Bullets are exploding*

*They'll soon be at the door*

*Give something to America you never gave before*

*Yeah, let's do it for our country*

*The red, white and the blue*

But, are you sure my mother would approve?

Your mother don't even have to know about it, Sharon.

And you think we're old enough to go?

- All the way. - Oh, Louis! But, Louis, you might get hurt. - No.

- Oh, God. - Just think about it, Sharon.

It would be like is if we were doing it for the Statue of Liberty.

- Or the Grand Canyon. - Yeah, the New York Yankees.

- It would be like we're doing it for - We're-We're doing it for - For Disneyland!

*Yeah, let's do it for our country*

*The red, white and the blue*

*It's not a lot to ask of us Our parents will approve*

*- You'll be a mighty soldier - Before this night is through*

*Let's do it for our country* - We owe it to our country

*Let's do it for our country Our country wants us to*

- I'm ready, Louis. - Me, too.

- Hurry, come on! Let's sign up! - Wha-No, don't!

Oops! Guess you didn't get any, huh, Babooch?

Louis DiMucci! Oh, God!

Oh, how could you do this?

- OK, that'll be about $1.60. - Hey, will you get me my windshield?

- Ah. Yeah. Hold on. Just a second. - Hey, we're in a hurry.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hey Miss, can I pay it so I can get out of here?

Yeah, look, hold on just one minute, OK?

- Sorry. - It's all right.

OK, that's two, three, four, five.

- Where are the maps? - What kind do you want?

- Street maps. - Yeah?

Hey, Miss. What do I owe you?

Ah, 50 cents.

- How about that ride? - Hey, how about my windshield?

- Excuse me. You forgot our green stamps. - We're in a hurry. What about the maps?

Are you going to get this windshield or not? Come on!

- Honk that horn where the sun don't shine! - Steph, where are you going?

Oh, I can't stop shivering.

Then hold on.

That's what's making me shiver.

- Great ride. - We're home.

Shoot.

- I-I'm the one who can't stop shivering now. - Why?

Because...

- There's something I should tell you. - What?

Oh, no. We've got company.

- Check this out! - Oh, wai-I can handle these guys.

- That's the dude that popped Balmudo. - Yeah, look who he's poppin' now!

When am I gonna see you again?

Friday night. The Talent Show.

Let's go!

Out front, you hear?

Talent Show?

How'd he know?

Hi. What are you guys doin' ?

So what's the story with the creep on the bike, Zinone?

- What do you mean? - The story. The creep.

- Yeah, the creep, the story, Stephanie. - Shut up, Goose.

- Why don't you just leave her alone? - You shut up.

- You, let's have it. - Have what?

- The story! - Personally, I think that...

We don't care, Sharon!

Look, Zinone. No chick of mine messes with no other creep except this...

- ...except me. - No chick of yours?

- Someone's jealous. - Why don't you ever get jealous like that over me, Johnny?

- Because I ain't jealous. - Why don't you just stay out of my life, then, Johnny?

I'm out! I catch you with that punk one more time, I'll rearrange his face.

He's a dead man. You knew what I'm saying? D-E-D!

Look, I think you'd better decide once and for all just who belongs to who around here.

- Paulette, you're making a scene. - Because I'm getting all mixed up, and I don't like how that feel one little bit.

You know, you're embarrassing me.

I think you owe Paulette an apology.

- Jerk! - Where are you goin' ?

Forget about it.

- Weirdos. - Yeah. Who needs broads,

- right? - Me! I get to second base with Sharon, and you get it call out when I try to slide into third.

There a poor guy bombed out in the bomb shelter.

Yeah. I think we could all use a little guaranteed...

...all-the-way action.

- And I know just the place. - Yeah?

*Well, come on and tell us, Johnny*

*What's the secret of success? *

*You gotta take a tip from the King of Hip*

* 'Cause you know that he's the best*

*We're goin' prowlin' *

*We're goin' prowlin' *

*Tonight*

*You say you're hungry for a lover*

*Gotta find a chick who'll give you more*

*Well there's a spot that I've discovered*

*Where a guy's guaranteed to score*

*- I'm gonna show you cats some action - action*

*- Like you've never seen before - before*

*- We're gonna get some satisfaction - faction*

*Down at the grocery store*

*- We're goin' prowlin' - Walk, talk like a T-Bird*

*- We're goin' prow-ow-owling tonight' - Walk, talk like a T-Bird tonight*

*- There's a female butcher - Ah ha*

*- At the luncheon meat display - Well, don't you know?*

*- Got the best tongue in town - That's right*

*She delivers both night and day*

*- You'll see the apple of your eye - eye*

*- Stacking peaches in a five-foot pile - pile*

*- Just waitin' for some guy to come - come*

*And take her rollin' down the aisle*

*- We're goin' prowlin' - I like a debutant comes across*

*Now, that's what I call "class" *

*Well, I like a tall girl with long legs that come right up to her...*

*You know what I like? I like a girl who's really smart*

*Provided that she's really stacked*

*Yeah? Well, I love 'em all And they love me*

* 'Cause I'm the leader of this here pack*

*- We're gonna find ourselves some cuties*

*- Cuties gonna find out some tonight - Who are sad and all alone - Whoa, alone*

*- We're gonna show them little beauties - Little beauties*

*That we're T-Birds to the bone*

*- We're goin' prowlin' - Walk, talk like a T-Bird*

*- We're goin' prow-ow-owling tonight' - Walk, talk like a T-Bird tonight*

*We're goin' prowlin' * - Yo, girls, how about some sales tax?

Very nice. We could win those albumens yet.

- We can win those albumens. - We gotta get rid of the competition.

Well, there is some very good work here, and there is also some very a-sloppy work here.

Miss Zinone, I would like to see you about your Shakespeare essay.

Attention, please. A few reminders of graduation activities.

The final dress rehearsal for the Talent Show is Thursday afternoon.

Also, all students on the decoration committee for the Lani Kai Lani Luau on Saturday...

- ...report to Coach Calhoun after school today. - Who hasn't do well on this stuff, anyway?

- I guess she didn't like your paper. - No kidding. I gotta write the whole thing over again.

- Do you want some help? - I don't know.

Think it over. It's not a difficult decision.

- Steph, you comin' ? - Yeah. I'll think about it.

You know, I usually don't do this bad in English. It just like, I got other stuff on my mind these days.

- Anything I can help you with? - No, it's not with school, forget it.

- Let's just get this stuff over with. - All right.

Where do you want to start?

- It's this guy. - What guy?

- Oh, forget it. - I'm trying. But you're not making it very easy.

Ju-I had this idea of Mr Right, remember? Which is a stupid idea, right?

- Right. - And then all, out of nowhere he shows up.

- Like some dream or something. - Who?

- Mr Right. - Oh, right.

And the crazy thing is this, that I've seen him twice now, and both times he's wearing these goggles.

- I don't even know who he is. - Mr Right? -Right.

- Right. - Don you think that's kind of weird?

Not weird weird but, like, exciting weird?

So, what's the problem?

Well, the problem is, maybe he's just not everything I imagined.

What if behind those goggles, he's just like some ordinary guy?

What if he is, eh?

What if maybe we should get back to the Shakespeare essay?

- Stephanie. - You know what? I figured out what Hamlet's big problem is.

No ketchup!

- He(Hamlet) seemed to get along pretty well without it. - They never put ketchup on, even when we ask for.

- How can you eat a hamburger with no ketchup? - I wouldn't that- -Could you shoot that over here?

Where were we?

- You've figured out the problem with their hamburgers, no ketchup. - Right.

And you know, what his(Hamlet) big problem is?

No laughs. I mean, the guy's gotta lighten up, right?

- Right. - Bite? - No, thanks.

- Ah...who're we talking about now? - Hamlet.

Oh, right.

"Hamlet went totally nuts when he caught his mother doing it in the sight with his uncle."

- Not so great, right? - Well, you seem have the right idea.

But you could've said something like, um,

"Hamlet was tormented by his mother's incestuous relationship with his uncle."

"Incestuous relationship"! Oh, God! Mason's gonna flip when she reads this.

"Incestuous." You're a really smart guy, you know that?

You must think I am some kind of dummy, huh?

- Actually, I think you're kind of terrific. - Get outta here.

You're the terrific one. I mean, you know all this deep junk and everything.

I don't understand that deep junk any better than you do, really.

I just, uh, seem to know a few big words that impress English teachers, like our friend, Miss Mason, that's all.

Well, you impressed me. And I give credit to who I want, OK?

- To whom. - To who, to whom, to you, that's whom.

- So learn how to take a compliment, all right? - All right.

- Hey how about a hamburger for my friend here. Loaded. - With ketchup.

Double ketchup.

There are some very cool, very scoreable broads all hang out at this joint.

Cool. Scoreable. What-not.

- Very nice. - Very nice.

Look, there's lots of girls at Rydell would love to go out with a guy like you.

- What about you? - Me? Yeah, right. Are you kidding? That's all I need right now.

- No. I wasn't. - Oh, God! Look, I didn't mean anything wrong, but it...

- We're just different types, that's all. - Different types?

- What do you mean? - Look, there's a Pink Lady code, OK?

"Pink Lady code". Well, to quote Dolores, "The code stinks."

- Hi. - So what's this? Nerds' night out?

- What are you, a cop? - Sure picked up a lot of new friends, Zinone.

- I guess the T-Birds ain't the class act no more, huh? - Yeah, I guess we ain't the class act no more, huh?

- Goose. - Yo, Johnny. - You wait for me inside.

- Johnny, I don't want to eat alone. - Will you go on?

What do you want, Johnny?

Yeah, well, I just want to let you know that...

...I'm officially declaring us as an item officially over.

- You're-You're declaring? - That's correct.

OK, fine. OK? You've declared it. It's over. Can I-Can I go now?

Just like that, huh?

I got one more thing to say to you.

That jacket you're wearing is T-Bird property.

You want to leave the party? Drop the jacket at the door on your way out. I got a rep to protect.

So don't damage the rep, we don't damage new friends, dig?

So, what happened? She-a, she take the nerd's brains over your brawns?

- Look, I dumped her. Enough versa-vices, got it? - Fine. Sure, Johnny.

Don't worry about it.

- All right, cherry pie! - God, Davey!

*I'm all dressed up*

*In my finest attitude*

*Pretending I don't care*

*Guess I really messed up*

*By trying to be two*

*When only one heart can be there*

*Why can't I be just what I am*

*And speak my love without any shame? *

*Why can't she see what I am*

*Is a costumed fool*

*Trapped in a tragic game? *

*Charades and pretty lies*

*They hide what's deep inside me*

*Charades conceal me*

*But can't you feel*

*The real me*

*The real me*

*Behind my charades? *

*Oh, please don't mind me*

*Performing at my hardest*

*As I paint upon the air*

*You won't find me*

* 'Cause it's a portrait of the artist*

*As the man who isn't there*

*Charades and pretty lies*

*They hide what's deep inside me*

*Charades conceal me*

*But can't you feel the real me? *

*The real me*

*Behind my charades? *

*Can't you feel the real me*

*Behind my charades? *

*Have I lost the real me*

*Behind my charades? *

- Girls, girls. - I'm so nervous. - How do I look?

You look perfect. Just remember, have lots of fun tonight.

- O-OK. Thanks. - And good luck! -Yeah, good luck!

- He said he'd meet her at front. - How anyone can get so hot and bothered over someone they don't even know? It's totally beyond me.

- Sharon! - What? - She's got a crush!

I'll be back.

- Johnny! It's that guy. - This time we get him, Zinone!

Johnny, no!

Johnny!

Rhonda! Rhonda, Rhonda, go. They're gonna kill him!

- Who's killing who? - Sharon, open the door! Move over.

- Where are we going? - I don't know, just go!

Oh, My God! We're gonna die and I'm wearing my mother's underwear!

- Steph, where are we going? - I have no idea, just follow 'em!

I figured the guy to slow up.

Right?

Yeah. It ain't our fault the guy don't slow up, huh, Johnny?

- It's gotta be at least 100 feet to the other side. - Johnny?

Yeah, yeah, what can I say?

If he didn't make it, he ain't gonna look too pretty.

Where is he?

- He ain't down there. - What do you mean "He ain't down there"? Where'd he go? Biker heaven?

- Oh, I know he's dead. - Yeah, well, it's obvious. He made the jump. I could do that.

- Yeah, you could jump that, Johnny. - Let's go.

- I know I'll never see him again. - Come on!

- What have I done? - Nothing, Steph.

- He'll be OK. - Steph, nobody rides like him.

- There's nothing even down there. - Come on, we gotta get out of here. You can't stay here.

Come on, we're gonna be late.

Look, last time, he jumped on a cop car at Bowl-a-Rama, and that was a really big jump.

He'll show up, I know it. I just know it!

*If your sweetheart*

*Sends a letter of goodbye*

- Hi, Johnny. - Hi... Hold it!

Wh-

What are you, crazy?

Come on, Paulette. Look, I told you before. You are not gonna go out there like that.

Oh, I know. I gotta put a little something on my face.

Wh- You are got to put a little something on your body.

- But I gotta dress like this, Johnny. I'm summer. - What?

Look. Get yourself a pair of galoshes, a-a-a-a snowsuit, a scarf and-and-and be-be winter.

And that is Johnny Nogerelli's final word.

Yeah? Well, you want to hear my final word, Mr Push-Everyone-Around Nogerelli?

- Maybe you can bully some other chicks in this school, - Be cool, Paulette.

but this chick has been bullied by one Johnny Nogerelli for the last time.

I may not be the classiest chick in this school,

- but I'm the best you're ever gonna get, so take it or leave it! *I'm the cloudy sky*

*So let your hair down*

*And go on and cry* - Let go.

Let go of me! Ge-

Stop it!

- Shut up! - Quiet!

And now, Martin Miesner and his Red-Hot Accordion.

- Let's go practice up in the can. - Johnny, we got nothing to worry about it.

- Don't worry, Johnny. We're gonna have- - Hey, the albumens are ours.

- Hey, he's taking our jackets. - Hey, hey, come on, guys.

Hey, Nogerelli!

- Don't do this. - OK, guys.

Turn it off! Hey, Nogerelli!

Thank you, Martin Miesner.

And now, I have the great pleasure to introduce the T-Bones.

Come on, Steph.

*We're goin' prowlin', prowlin' *

*Tonight*

- The T-Bones. - Birds! Birds.

And now, the Calendar Girls in A Girl For All Seasons.

*I'll be yours in springtime When the flowers are in bloom*

*We'll wander through the meadows In all their sweet perfume*

*And every night I'll hold you tight Beneath that April moon*

*I'll be your girl for all seasons All the year through*

*Your girl for all seasons 'cause I'd love*

*Yes, I'd love to be everything to you*

*Just you*

*I'll be yours in summer When we're playing in the sand*

*We'll spend the day together Making love and getting tanned*

*And on the beach at sunset When we're walking hand in hand*

*I'll be your girl for all seasons*

*All the year through*

*Your girl for all seasons*

* 'Cause I'd love*

* 'Cause I'd love to be everything to you*

*Just you*

*If you fall in the fall you'll see*

*September can be heavenly*

*If you fall, say you'll fall for me*

*When autumn leaves are falling from the tree*

*I'll be yours in winter When the snow is on the ground*

*I'll warm you through December And I'll always be around*

- What's wrong with Stephanie? - It looks like she forgot the words.

Somebody, help her with the words!

-Is she sick? - Johnny, it's that guy! -This time we get him, Zinone!

Johnny! Where is he?

- He ain't down there. - What do you mean "He ain't down there"? Where'd he go?

Oh, I know he's dead.

Louis, pull the curtain.

I'll be back.

- What's the matter? *No more midnight rides with you*

*No more secret rendezvous* - Stephanie, what's wrong?

*I'm gonna miss all the things we'll never do*

*I just can't believe*

*You left me here alone*

*How in this world*

*Can I make it on my own? *

*Remember, I love you*

*I won't be far away*

*Baby, close your eyes*

*And think of yesterday*

*And we'll be there together*

*Love will turn back the hands of time*

*Turn back*

*Turn back*

*The hands of time*

*Baby, don't you know? *

*It's hard to let you go*

*Save all your dreams*

*And keep me in your heart*

*It hurts to say goodbye*

*No matter how I try*

*Love will survive*

*Even though we have to part*

Stephanie, please don't cry.

Oh, it all seems so unfair. Just when I found you, I lost you.

That doesn't matter now.

The only thing that matters is I love you.

And you're the only one who can keep our love alive.

So, Stephanie, don't forget me.

I promise.

*Remember*

*I love you*

*You won't be far away*

*I just close my eyes*

*And bring back yesterday*

*And we'll be there together*

*Love will turn back the hands of time*

*Turn back*

*Turn back the hands of time*

*We'll turn back*

*Turn back*

*Turn back the hands of time*

*We'll turn back*

And now, the winners of the Talent Contest,

and the King and Queen of the Lani Kai Lani Luau, Mr Nogerelli

and Miss Zinone.

Please, Miss Zinone, remember you're a queen.

- Smile, Stephanie. - Yeah. Honey, you won the whole talent show.

- The Girls' division, Paulette. - That's not so bad.

Everyone bow and we'll see you all at the luau tomorrow.

I can't believe we won half the records. All Tichokski and Choppin.

What are you talkin' ? No Roy Orbisons?

*A well-a bop a bop a hula Rock-a-hula rock-a-hula*

*Luau, luau, luau, luau*

*A wham-a bama lama Shanga langa langa langa*

*Luau, luau, luau, luau*

*Rah rah Rydell Well-a well-a well-a well-a*

*Rock-a-hula luau WOW*

*Come-a come-a come-a To the rock-a-hula luau*

*Everybody's here And we're waitin' for you now*

*We're gonna stick together And we won't let go*

*We're lettin' everybody know*

*It's a luau*

*A rock-a-hula luau*

You know, it's girls like that who give summer fun a bad name.

*Come-a come-a come-a come-a 'Cause we're gettin' it on now*

*Summer, summer, summer Is a-comin' along now*

*I wish it was forever 'Cause it feels so right*

*Don't you worry, honey We'll be rockin' all night at the luau*

*A rock-a-hula luau*

*Summer is coming We're all here together*

*If only this feeling Could go on forever*

*Summer is coming We'll always remember*

*Summer is coming right now*

*Rock-a-hula luau*

*Rock-a-hula luau*

*It's a rock, rock-a-hula luau*

*Rock-a-hula luau Rock-a-hula luau*

As the sun sets on the Lani Kai Lani Luau,

a reminder to our seniors:

In the words of our very own President Kennedy,

"Think not what your country can do for you,

but what you can do for your country. "

Now, will the King and Queen of the luau

take their appointed positions on the Pool of Enchantment.

Come on, we're havin' a good time! It's a luau!

- Will you stop it? What are you doing? - I drop the cigarette! I'm burnin' myself!

- You gonna burn us up with that cigarette! Can't you put it out? You gonna knock us over! - Can you put it out?

- I'm tryin' to be cool here! - Rhonda you get me out of here right now! Would you just shut your mouth-

Your doctor is quite right, Mr Spears. The school environment is so much better for you than the hospital.

But I am encouraged at--Hello, dear--at the way you've been looking lately.

You look so... Mr Spears! Oh, good heavens!

Sit down, Stephanie. Quit foolin' !

- Will you help me row, Stephanie! - Stop yelling at me!

Get out of my way!

You punk!

Haul ass, shrimp!

- Get off of me! - I'm-Alright! And will you help me row?

Get out of here!

- Stuck in a pool with a chick! - Row, row! - Birds, get 'em!

- I got one! I got one! Sorry!

Get off! I didn't mean it.

- Hey, Balmudo! - Hey, man. That's the guy who decked me!

- It's him!

He's alive!

- What's wrong with you guys, man?! - You've ruined our luau and everything!

Michael! It's Michael!

Michael.

- You? - You made that jump?

Shakespeare?

I thought you were dead.

- You? - Move it, move it! I'll rearrange his...

- Hey! - What?

Nothing.

- No. - Yeah. Yeah, Johnny.

Yeah, well, you got one more jump, Mr Cool Rider, Shakespeare, Carrington.

- Stay away, you sickener! Haven't we had enough of this? - She's got a point, Johnny. - Hey, Stephanie's got a point, Johnny.

- And Louis got a point about Stephanie's... - Shut up! All of you! I've got a point to make, too.

- Jacket. - One T-Bird jacket.

- Jacket. - Jacket.

For starters, let's see how it looks.

- Very nice. - Hot stuff!

OK.

- All right. - All right.

Listen, I gotta talk to you.

We can't see each other anymore. Because, you know, start to get another man on my hands now.

Oh, right.

- That's the breaks. - All right.

What's everybody lookin' at? Dis-perse!

Stephanie.

I never thought you'd kiss me like that if you knew who I really was.

Are you crazy? I got two for the price of one.

- Are you certain? - I've never been certainer.

- More certain. - The certainest.

The certainest. Yeah, I like that.

I'd love to kiss you again.

*You were the one The one in my dreams*

*But I never knew it*

*I wanted to tell you time and again*

*But I couldn't do it*

*All that you are is all that I need*

*No more pretending*

*Now I can be me You can be you*

*And we're never ending*

*We'll be together*

*Always together*

*Like birds of a feather*

*Forever and ever*

*We'll be together*

*I like what you got I guess it's OK*

*If you want to show it*

*I am what I am and I'm all for you*

*Just want you to know it*

*Will I ever score? *

*There's nothin' wrong We're just likin' each other*

*We all had our doubts But it's workin' out with one another*

*We'll be together*

*Always together*

*Like birds of a feather*

*Forever and ever We'll be together*

*We'll be together*

*Always together*

*Like birds of a feather*

*Forever and ever*

*Like birds of a feather*

*Forever and ever*

*We'll be together*

*Always together*

*We'll be together*

*Always together* *The board of education took away my parole*

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again*

*You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three*

*I'm gonna be there 'til then*

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again*

*Whoa, whoa I gotta go*

*Back to school again*

*Geometry and History is just a pain*

*Biology and Chemistry destroys my brain*

*Well, don't they know that I deserve a better fate? *

*I'm really much too young to matriculate*

*Well, Mama, please*

*Your child's come down with a fatal disease*

*Mama said, "Come on, you lazy bum and get your butt out of bed! *

* "You gotta go back, back Back to school again*

* "It's bye-bye fun Get your homework done*

* "It better be in by ten" *

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again*

*Whoa, whoa I gotta go*

*Back to school again*

*I got my books together and I dragged my feet*

*And then I saw this angel Boppin' down the street*

*I said, "Hey, pretty baby, how's about a date?" *

*She said, "I'm goin' to school and I can't be late... " *

*Well, I could see the look in her eyes was sayin' follow me*

*And I was caught... I thought of playin' hooky but on second thought*

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again*

*You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three*

*I'm gonna be there 'til then*

*I gotta go back, back Back to school again*

*Whoa, whoa I gotta go*

*Back to school...*

*...again! *