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[Upbeat '50s rock 'n' roll music]

[School bell ringing]

Get your cigarettes. Penny a piece.

-Six for a nickel. -You owe me from yesterday, young man.

Please, look, l'll pay you tomorrow.

-Wouldn't you like to have one? -Come on, just a drag.

-Just a drag! -No cash, no tobacco. Go on, scram.

Hey, Mona! Get over here and help your poor mother.

Hi, kids.

Remember, always look both ways before crossing.

Mother!

We're having your favourite supper tonight, Wanda.

Potatoes au gratin.

[Appreciative murmurs]

Now walk.

Look left, look right.

That's right, then walk. Good teenagers.

Are you gonna work this summer?

['50s rock 'n' roll music playing]

Wanda, honey. You want a ride home with Dad?

l got a lift. Thanks, anyway.

We could count out-of-state licence plates.

l saw one this morning all the way up from Virginia.

-Dad, would you just leave me alone? -Bye, honey.

l am so tired of being good.

Hi.

Well.

You're a pretty little Square.

Want to hang out with us Drapes tonight?

Allison Vernon-Williams, get in this car.

What's the trouble, honey? These hoodlums bothering you?

No, we were just talking.

Grandmother, Baldwin, this is Wade Walker.

They call me Cry-Baby. This here is my sister, Pepper.

Greetings, Granny-o.

Allison's my girl, so hands off, Cry-Baby.

You could have fooled me, Square.

Mrs. Vernon-Williams, l hear you're having a talent show at your charm school.

l can barely imagine what you would call music.

l can sing pretty good.

''Well,'' not ''good.'' Haven't you ever heard of the English language?

-Don't go flip out, mama. -Yeah.

Sometimes shook-up old ladies...

-get cut. -Come on, honey.

They're just bums.

Mr. Puniverse wants a fat lip.

l'd like to hear you sing.

l will say this once and once only.

Stay away from my granddaughter, you common juvenile delinquents.

lt was nice talking to you all.

Let's go.

The prettiest and most talented girl in school...

and yet she socialises with Drapes.

We're Squares, Allison, and Squares got to stick together.

Yeah, but Drapes are people, too. They just look different.

Maybe Cry-Baby can sing.

Something cool, something hep.

And where did you learn those vulgar jazz words?

Your poor dead parents would turn over in their graves.

lt's those jukebox records she listens to.

BALDWlN: Honey...

his kind of music isn't even on the Hit Parade.

How can l think when you're always touching me?

l have told you, Baldwin, a young lady does not like to be pawed.

[Singing] Well, women and Cadillacs go hand in hand

The woman want a Cadillac she don't want no man

I used to have a woman, said she loved me so

I used to have a woman, said she loved me so

l think Cry-Baby's got a girlfriend.

Cry-Baby and Allison sitting in a tree...

-K-l-S-S-l-N-G. -Shut up, Milton.

Hey, Hatchet-Face, you think Cry-Baby's got blue balls for the chick?

Allison's a Square, Wanda. Cry-Baby don't dig Squares.

No, she's a ''Scrape.'' Part Square, part Drape.

l think she's pretty.

-Cry-Baby, want some hooch? -l don't drink and drive.

[Cheerful screams]

You're too young to know the shameful truth about the Walker boy's family.

But let me warn you, evil is in his blood.

[Car horn blaring]

[Singing] Love that girl

Oh, please, listen to me

-Move up, now. -That's not funny.

Why I love that girl

Love that girl

Hold me, baby, squeeze me

Never let me go

I'm not taking chances

You're a dead man, Walker.

Oh, gee

Yes, I love her

BALDWlN: Car!

[Car horns blaring]

[Drapes whooping]

[Tires screeching]

[Upbeat big band music playing]

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen...

and welcome to the annual RSVP Talent Show.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Vernon-Williams.

First, l must apologise for my frazzled nerves.

However, this afternoon we were attacked...

by a gang of juvenile delinquents.

lt's all right. No one was injured.

Juvenile delinquents are everywhere.

Right here in this community.

Boys with long hair and tattoos...

who spit on the sidewalk.

-Can't believe it. -How disgusting.

Girls who wear tight slacks.

Hysterectomy pants, l call them.

And if one of these creatures ever approach you on the street...

you are to silently repeat to yourself...

the four ''B's'' you learned here at RSVP.

And what are they, children, the four ''B's''?

Beauty, brains...

breeding, bounty!

Yes!

Teenagers everywhere, repent!

Let Jesus Christ be your gang leader!

Get out of Turkey Point before it's too late.

Take it easy, honey. l'm not getting any younger here, you know.

That is what l call a real great shape. Knockers up, sweetheart.

Here it is! Beautiful.

All right, here you go, honey pot. Thanks for the picture.

All right, who's up?

Toe-Joe Jackson's art photography right here!

Be a nudie-cutie, make good money to bootie.

l'm paying $3 a shot.

What the hell, you got it, why not show it, right?

Hey, you.

Yeah, you, the looker with the class-A sealed-beam headlights.

-You want to pose for Toe-Joe? -Beat it, creep.

Here he comes now, with that devil woman.

-Hi, Mrs. Hackett. -Imagine our shame.

Our only child, and he carries illegal weapons...

drives fast cars...

and wears clothes obviously designed by homosexuals.

But he knows better. Jesus is still in his heart.

Mum and Dad, go home. You're embarrassing me.

l'm a teenager. l want to live.

[Jazzy music playing]

-Looks like somebody lost their laundry. -Hello, Cry-Baby.

-You scorch me, man. -Later, Lenora.

But, Cry-Baby, l need a date for tonight's Jukebox Jamboree.

l'm solo, sugar.

Want to see these gunboats? l give, Cry-Baby.

-l give bare second on the first date. -Use your mentality and cool down.

Lenora, your bosoms ain't nothing.

Better watch it, bozo. You might catch a cold.

My brother wouldn't touch your titties with a 10-foot pole.

He likes his women bad, Lenora, not cheap.

[Singing doo-wop]

[Singing] Life could be a dream

If I could take you up in paradise up above

If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love

Life could be a dream, sweetheart

Hello, hello again Sh boom I'm hoping we'll meet again

Oh, life could be a dream

If only all my precious plans would come true

If you would let me spend my whole life loving you

Life could be a dream, sweetheart

Sh boom sh boom

Sh boom sh boom

Sh boom sh boom

Sh boom

Now, every time I look at you

Something is on my mind

If you'd do what I want you to

Baby, we'd be so fine

Oh, life could be a dream

If I could take you up in paradise up above

If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love

Life could be a dream, sweetheart

Hello, hello again Sh boom I'm hoping we'll meet again

Sh boom sh boom

Life could be a dream, sweetheart

[Hillbilly instrumental music]

CRY-BABY: Uncle Belvedere!

You caught me in my birthday suit, butt-naked.

Grandma, we're home!

-How much? -That muffler?

Dupree, for you...

-$15, take it or leave it. -Come on, Ramona.

$10. This thing's hotter than a pistol.

You guys wanna do business with Ramona Rickettes or shop at Sears?

Now, give me the bread and keep your trap shut.

-You're a hard woman. -l'm going to see you in hell, Dupree.

Go on, get out of here.

Have you been bothering your great-grandma all day? She has customers.

-Hell, no. They helped me steal a car. -lt's a '51 Olds.

-lt's really cool. -That's my little Snare-Drum.

-And l swiped six hubcaps like a big girl. -Way to go, Susie-Q.

Make those monster faces, Hatchet. Please.

Goddamn gopher's digging up my front yard.

What are you teenagers waiting for?

Turkey Point is open for business! Let's celebrate!

Come on, everybody. Come on in.

Today's a special day for me and your grandmother.

We've been together 10 whole years.

l'm just so proud of all my Drape children.

Wanda, you sure is pretty in them tight clothes...

all painted up like trash.

l wish you and Belvedere were my parents.

Now, Milton...

boy, you are everything a man should be.

You're young, stupid, and mean.

We're gonna play some cool music for you tonight, Ramona.

And, Hatchet-Face. Oh, honey.

You're just like me.

Now, you put the ''T'' in ''tough.''

So hard, you could've been eating nails for breakfast.

But that's the way a woman's got to be these days.

l'd kick a Square's ass for you in a minute, Mrs. Rickettes.

This is the best gang my grandson could ever have.

Grandma, l'm so happy all knocked up...

l wish l was having triplets.

We got a little surprise for your young'un in your oven.

-You show her, Bel. -Sure will.

Pep, ain't that cute?

lt's beautiful, Grandma.

[Dainty instrumental music]

Cry-Baby.

When you was a boy, you had to be the man of this family.

-But l taught you how to dress, didn't l? -You sure did, Uncle Belvedere.

You're the future now, boy.

You're the only future for this godforsaken family.

And l want you to go out there tonight and sing, boy.

l want you to sing your heart out.

You can show him now, Belvedere.

This took a lot of hubcaps, Cry-Baby.

[All whooping]

Grandmother, Uncle Belvedere...

you've made me the happiest juvenile delinquent in Baltimore.

And guess what?

[Motorcycle engine starting]

l met a girl!

[Singing] My friends all know it

How I adore him

I've whispered to angels

What I'd do for him

He is the answer

To a teenage prayer

He won't go steady

The crowd has told me

But I keep waiting

To have him hold me

Why won't you listen

To a teenage prayer

I wait by the window at seven

And chill when my thrill passes by

His kiss could send me to heaven

Into his arms I would fly

[Motorcycle engine rumbling]

[Cheerful '50s rock 'n' roll music]

[Singing] My girlfriend, Betty

Tells me he's lazy

But I know Betty

Loves him like crazy

He is the answer

To a teenage prayer

Yes, he is the answer

[Emergency siren wailing]

All right, girls. What this is...

this is unfortunately a red alert.

So please take your duck-and-cover positions immediately.

lt is only an air-raid drill.

There are no atom bombs actually being dropped.

You were incredible, honey. Where did you learn to sing like that?

Just practicing.

Baldwin.

All right, boys and girls.

That's the all-clear signal. You can come out now.

Everyone is safe and sound.

[Motorcycle engine rumbling]

[Girls gasping]

Stay in your places.

-ls he here? l can't see anything. -That's him.

Cry-Baby Walker.

[Dreamy instrumental music]

[Enchanting instrumental music]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

l'm sorry about this afternoon, Mrs. Vernon-Williams.

ls Allison home?

'Cause l'm gonna sing tonight and l thought she might like to hear me.

Baldwin! Mind your manners.

This is what we think of your kind of music.

How dare you hit him!

You don't own me, Baldwin. l have the right to hear Cry-Baby sing.

Don't get all worked up, honey.

The punk got what he deserved.

Come on.

[Whimsical instrumental music]

Get up. Go!

Hop on, honey.

Just one minute, young lady--

l'll take good care of her, Mrs. Vernon-Williams. l promise.

And it's okay about my face. lt don't hurt much.

Please.

lt's not a school night, and l have been a good girl.

Just one night of happiness, that's all l ask.

-But what if you get your dress dirty? -Thank you, Grandmother.

[Lively '50s rock 'n' roll song playing]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Romantic '50s music playing]

[Singing] I have a girlfriend

She says I'm her only one

We wanna get married

But we're so young

So young

Can't marry no one

They say our love is

But no one knows

Our hearts' direction

So young

Can't marry no one

You okay? l didn't get no axle grease on you, did l?

No. l'm fine.

-Been to Turkey Point before? -My grandmother wouldn't let me.

She calls it the Redneck Riviera.

lt's where l live. Beautiful, ain't it?

lt's really wild.

But l'm afraid that l'm not going to fit in here.

You know, with your friends and stuff.

You're cool, Allison. You just look Square.

Underneath it all, l think you're really hep.

Well, what have we here?

First Square to ever set foot in Turkey Point.

Hey, fine mama. Welcome to the Jukebox Jamboree.

These are the Cry-Baby girls. That's Wanda.

Dig it, babe. You need a new look.

Don't you got tits? Stick them out, for God's sake.

That's Hatchet-Face. She don't mean no harm.

First thing a Cry-Baby girl learns, our bazooms are our weapons.

Now, Pepper's pregnant. But she can fight like a man.

l wouldn't be caught dead in a full skirt.

Hey, girls. What do you think?

Let's give Allison here a bad-girl beauty makeover. Are you game?

Sure.

Think l got what it takes?

You got it, Allison.

You got it raw.

Hey, dig it, all you hep cats and cool chicks.

You know me. Ramona Rickettes!

Now let me introduce to you the Cry-Baby Combo...

Milton, Pepper, Wanda, Hatchet-Face.

Hi, Mum.

And now, the baddest baby of them all...

the man you came here for...

the big boo-hoo...

the terrible teardrop...

ladies and gentlemen, my grandson, Cry-Baby!

[Singing] Well, one for all and all for one

And all we want is to have some fun

Squares beware of our property

Yeah, if you're looking to rumble You're looking at me

'Cause I'm the king

'Cause I'm the king

King cry-baby

Yeah, I'm the king

King cry-baby

A king cry-baby with a tear in my eye

If you mess with the king, you're gonna cry, baby, cry

Well, I was born on the wrong side of the tracks

In the back seat of a stolen Cadillac

I had my first cigarette before I could walk

And I was strumming this guitar before I could talk

'Cause I'm the king

King cry-baby

Yeah, I'm the king

King cry-baby

Oh, I'm the king

King cry-baby

A king cry-baby with a tear in my eye

If you mess with the king, you're gonna cry, baby, cry

Well, I'm a lonely king who needs a queen

Yeah, you're the sweetest lump of sugar that I've ever seen

Ain't got a ring or crown for you

Well, if I had your love

I'd lose these cry-baby blues

She's the queen

She's the queen

Well, let people talk, I don't care

Let me prove to you, daddy, that I ain't no Square

You be my queen and I'll be your king

But if you leave my hive, you're gonna feel my sting

'Cause you're my queen

King, queen

A king cry-baby with my queen by my side

And if you mess with us, man, you're gonna cry, baby, cry

[Romantic rock 'n' roll music]

Kiss me. Kiss me hard.

[Thunder rumbling]

l've never given a French kiss before.

Watch. lt's easy.

You just open your mouth...

and l open mine...

and we wiggle our tongues together.

And it feels real sexy.

l won't get mononucleosis, will l?

No, Allison. Just try it. lf you don't like it, l promise l'll stop.

Break the window.

l'm sorry, Allison.

lt's just that you are so beautiful.

l want to let you, but l can't. For my parents' sake.

Cry-Baby, they're both dead. l'm an orphan.

l'm sorry, Allison.

No wonder we're together, honey. l'm an orphan, too.

-You are? -Yes.

And orphans have special needs.

-Just on the outside of the shirt, okay? -ls it okay with you?

Yes.

My parents were good people and they loved me.

l want you. l need you. l love you, too, Allison.

They had to go on a business trip together. lt was their first airplane ride.

Cry-Baby, your fingers feel so good.

l've been saving it up for a girl like you.

Mummy and Daddy took separate planes for safety.

ln case one plane crashed, l would still have a living parent.

But, Cry-Baby, both planes crashed and l never saw my parents alive again.

Goddamn! Lightning!

-What's the matter, Cry-Baby? -Everything is the matter.

lt's just a thunderstorm. Heat lightning.

-lt's sexy. -lt's not sexy. Electricity makes me insane.

Why, Cry-Baby?

Here's why. Electricity killed my parents.

-They died in the electric chair? -That's right, Allison.

My father was the Alphabet Bomber.

He may have been crazy, but he was my pop.

The only one l ever had.

God. l heard about the Alphabet Bomber.

Bombs exploding in the airport and barbershop.

That's right, all in alphabetical order.

Carwash, drugstore.

l used to lay in my cradle and hear him scream in his sleep.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

-But your mum? -My mother tried to stop him.

She couldn't even spell, for Christ's sake, but they fried her, too.

But l'll pay them all back, Allison.

That's why, every day, l gotta do something rotten for my parents' sake...

and l cry for what l have to do. But not much, though.

One single, salty tear...

is all they'll ever suck out of this Cry-Baby.

[Fast-paced instrumental music]

[Police siren wailing]

[Thunder rumbling]

l'm going to have his baby.

-Oh, my God. What have they done to you? -Allison, come home.

They beat me and kicked me.

All because l love you.

Get on.

Don't do it, Allison.

No!

Too smart to work, too cool to care.

Come to Turkey Point, man, if you dare.

Let her go. She's with me.

Her name is Allison and she is a nice girl.

Allison, l'm sorry to get you locked up.

But tonight, you were the coolest date l ever had.

But, Cry-Baby, who is that girl?

Why didn't you tell me you already had a lady friend?

Lenora ain't nothing to me, l swear on my daddy's grave.

l'm burning inside to touch you, baby.

MAN: How do you feel about your granddaughter becoming a Drapette?

-Mrs. Vernon-Williams, a picture, please. -Please, no pictures.

-Get your sloppy paws off me! -Let go of me!

Order. Order in this courtroom.

What a sad vision of today's youth.

The juvenile authorities have had it with Drape gangs.

Milton Hackett.

Wanda Woodward.

Mona Malnorowski, also known as Hatchet-Face.

You are blights on this community.

-Are the parents here? -Yes, Your Honour.

We have been praying all night for our son.

And praying so hard that we got headaches.

Hi, Wanda honey.

You were on the radio.

Would you just get me the fuck out of here?

What does ''fuck'' mean, Hector?

lt's just a teen nonsense word Wanda uses to make herself feel all grown-up.

Your Honour, could we take Wanda the fuck home?

Good God!

Order. Order in this courtroom.

You hear that, Your Honour?

lt's a sign.

She is speaking in tongues.

God is in her gullet. And he is in yours, too.

Let him out. Let the words of the Saviour be heard.

Order!

No wonder your children are in trouble.

And you, Miss Malnorowski....

By the way, that's a shame about your face.

There's nothing the matter with my face.

l got character.

l see that your parents haven't taken the trouble to come to get you.

Oh, yes, we did.

You happy now, Mona? You finally did it.

You put your own mother in an iron lung.

Mrs. Malnorowski, there is no smoking in this courtroom.

Why not?

l pay taxes on cigarettes, don't l?

And what do l get for those taxes? Happiness? Hell, no.

l get tuberculosis.

Christ! Now l got a flat tyre.

l'm going to release these delinquents to their parents' custody.

And if they were mine...

l'd give them a bare-assed whipping.

They can sing, Your Honour. You should hear them.

lt's new, it's exciting.

We don't know what to call it. lt sort of rocks, man, it spins.

Let me get the right words. lt twirls.

Ramona and Belvedere Rickettes, l find you guilty of disturbing the peace...

and l fine the both of you $1,000.

-That's all we have. -How are we supposed to live?

Damn you. Handcuff those brats.

Don't touch my children.

And you, Pepper Walker...

l'm going to have your two children...

put in the custody of the Chatterbox Orphanage...

until they're adopted by God-fearing parents...

who at least will give them Christian names.

Not my children. They're my flesh and blood. They're all l have!

Get away from them.

Don't you touch them kids!

[Judge pounding gavel]

Come on.

PEPPER: l love you, children.

Wade Walker, better known as Cry-Baby...

what a sad and silly name for a young man.

You were the ringleader in tonight's gang war.

Grandmother, help him. We were just singing together.

Judge, let Allison go and l'll take the full blame.

l didn't mean no harm, Mrs. Vernon-Williams.

l may be a Drape, but l love your granddaughter.

And if that's a crime, l'll stand convicted, ma'am.

Your Honour, l am Allison's grandmother.

And if Mr. Walker does have musical talent...

l am willing to give him a second chance.

Won't you? The boy is at least polite.

Mrs. Vernon-Williams...

are you aware that Negroes were present at tonight's disturbance?

My granddaughter is fond of all kinds of music.

l am going to release Allison this one time...

because you are a fine and beautiful woman, Mrs. Vernon-Williams.

But not you, Cry-Baby Walker.

The only place you're going to sing is in jail.

No!

l find you guilty of rampant juvenile delinquency...

and l hereby sentence you...

to the Maryland Training School for Boys until your 21st birthday.

Court dismissed.

Lock him up!

You can't lock up his music!

l'll get out, sugar dumpling, if it's the last thing l do!

l swear.

[Upbeat '50s rock 'n' roll music]

Boy, do l have a story for you.

How does it feel to be a juvenile delinquent?

lt feels good. l've never been so happy in my whole life.

Lenora, you filthy hag.

l wouldn't let you shine my boots! Allison's my girl.

A-L-L-l-S-O-N, fellows.

When did he propose?

Just last night.

You see, l'm pregnant with his child.

You know that Cry-Baby is an orphan.

He wants his baby to have a real family...

for the family that he himself never had.

Delinquents, hit the sack!

l swear.

Strip down, asshole. lt's beddy-bye time.

Don't forget to say your prayers.

God bless my probation officer.

God bless the draft board.

God bless the juvenile authorities.

We're going to give you a haircut tomorrow, pretty boy.

You ever hear of a whiffle?

That's what you're going to get, you big old cry-baby, you.

God bless Dwight Eisenhower.

God bless Roy Cohn.

God bless Richard Nixon.

Nighty-night, boys.

[Singing] Teardrops are falling

Cry, go on, cry

Teardrops are falling

Out my eyes

Teardrops are falling

I wonder why

Teardrops are falling

For you made me cry

Yes, teardrops are falling

Falling from my eyes

Yes, yes, yes You made me cry

When you went away

You stayed away so long

Come back, my dear

My heart is aching

Almost breaking

If you hear me

Come back to me

Teardrops are falling

And you made me cry

Cry, don't cry

ANNOUNCER: Call these Drapettes bold, call them brazen, but don't call them Square.

Mothers, you should be worried.

Following last night's disturbance at Turkey Point...

Cry-Baby Walker announced his engagement to fellow gang member and known hussy...

Lenora Frigid, mother-to-be of his child.

Cry-Baby is an orphan.

He wants his baby to have a real family...

for the family that he himself never had.

Wade, defiantly entering the Maryland Training School for Boys had this to say.;

lt feels good. l've never been so happy in my whole life.

Hurry, Allison, hide. The newspapers have blown this completely out of proportion.

He lied to me, Grandmother.

And the whole world knows that l'm just a Drape fool.

Heavy hangs the head that last night wore the crown.

[Singing] The naughty lady of Shady Lane

Has hit the town like a bomb

The back-fence gossip ain't been this good

Since Mabel ran off with Tom

Our town was peaceful and quiet

Before she came on the scene

The lady has started a riot

Disturbing the suburban routine

Allison Vernon-Williams, you don't have to decide today.

Give your heart some time to think.

The naughty lady of Shady Lane

So delectable

Quite respectable

Me, oh, my, oh, what a girl

Allison, would you sing with me today?

Your old lady's on the radio. There's trouble, Cry-Baby, big trouble.

Allison!

There's a new place that's opening.

lt's sort of wild, kind of cool.

lt's called a theme park and it's the first one in the state of Maryland.

l'd be proud to, Baldwin.

Cry-Baby Walker, l hope you're happy with Lenora.

I only have one thing to say to you.

l think you're a liar and a cad...

and l spit on your tears.

l can sing better than Cry-Baby Walker...

any day of the week.

[Singing] Well, I ain't here 'cause I drive too fast

And I'm too young to have a criminal past

Some good behaviour would be all right

But I don't seem to qualify

I'm just out for a little fun

But I'm guilty till I'm 21

I guess I'm doing time for being young

So cut these shackles off of me

Let me go

This kind of suit don't set me free

Set me free

Well, I can't live if I can't ride

Let me ride

And I want my baby by my side

I'm just out for a little fun

But I'm guilty till I'm 21

I guess I'm doing time for being young

Now, I can't let the right thing stand in my way

Someday, baby, I'll know better

But right now I'm making them pay

What do I do, who do I thank?

What can I do?

To get me out of this stinking tank

Stinking tank

It's heartbreaking to be this age

Stuck in a cage

Locked in the prison of teenage rage

Stuck in a cage with a teenage rage

Well, I was out for a little fun

I guess I'm guilty till I'm 21

I must be doing time for being young

Stuck in a cage with a teenage rage

I don't want to be doing time for being young

Who the hell is this?

This is lnga. She's from Sweden.

She's an exchange student. She'll be staying with us for a while.

lnga, this is our daughter, Wanda. Say hello.

l'm blowing this joint.

lnga doesn't understand English very well.

lnga, say hello to Wanda.

Say hello to our daughter.

Why don't you come over and sit down? Get to know one another.

Look at all the wonderful presents she's brought us from her native land.

Let's all put on a folk hat and learn something about a foreign culture.

Do we have a surprise for you. Don't we, Meg?

We sure do.

All this silly trouble you've been having lately....

Wanda, honey, you're going to Sweden...

this afternoon at 3:00.

You mean you swapped me? For a milkmaid?

Honey...

lnga's mater and pater will treat you just like one of the family.

You want to learn about America, lnga?

ln America, we like boys.

We like hot boys.

Boys with roaming hands and rushing fingers.

Wanda honey, want some Ovaltine?

Yeah, l'm just a bebop baby.

And l don't take nothing from no one.

See you later, Daddy-o's. Have a cool Yule and a frantic First.

[Jazzy instrumental music]

-Hey, you going my way? -lt's you.

You ever hear of something called a theme park?

Yeah, there's a big opening over there today.

That's where l'm going, stallion.

Well, hop on in.

Hold on, homeboy.

Almost done.

l know it hurts, but being this cool's always a pain.

The pain ain't nothing, Dupree.

l've been hurt all my life, but real tears wash away.

This one's for Allison and l want it to last forever.

There you go. lt's a beauty.

You never have to cry again.

l heard talking in here.

What's that on your face, blubber-boy?

-A booger? -Are you blind? lt's a lonely teardrop.

Ain't that cute? lt ought to go real good with your new haircut.

-l ain't getting no haircut. -You want to bet?

You're next, sniffle-snot.

[Officer laughing]

Cry-Baby, look! lt's your only chance, man.

Nobody's going to turn me Square. l want my girl...

l want my family, and l want my gang.

Thanks for the tattoo.

Come on, gorgeous.

[Lively rock 'n' roll music]

Look. ls that the prison?

Move over, Milton. Let me try.

HATCHET-FACE: Geronimo!

-What do we have here? -Who is that?

This is a jailbreak!

Hatchet!

Cry-Baby, where are you?

-Cry-Baby! -He's in the library!

-No, he's in the cafeteria! -No, he's in the hole.

No, he's in the movies. That way!

WOMAN: Hurry, David. MAN: I've almost got it.

Hurry up!

[Dramatic instrumental music]

What's down here?

What, this way?

Thanks, pal.

Just come right this way.

Now this is Sheila.

She's Caucasian, but that's about all l can recommend.

Bad table manners.

We were thinking of two children, actually.

-About 6 or 7 years old. -With some spunk.

Well, what about him?

Little Joey, mother's little helper.

He not only vacuums, he does windows.

lrons. Yes.

Here, these are the ones we want.

A double-header!

They're adorable. We'll take them.

Now, that's a thing with two heads, absolutely not.

Siamese twins are a financial burden.

Sewing all those old school clothes together.

You're not psychologically equipped.

Mrs. Tadlock, these are my children and l'm taking them with me.

That's right, sister.

You!

[Amusing instrumental music]

Let me out of here. Help.

-That was great. -Good going. l'm so proud of you!

Come on, we got to get to the Enchanted Forest. Turn left.

No, turn right.

[Singing] Mister Sandman

Yes

Bring me a dream

I am the cutest that she's ever seen

Give her the word that I'm not a rover

Then tell her that her lonesome nights are over

What?

Mister Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mister Sandman, bring her a dream

Mister Sandman, bring us a dream

Give him a pair of eyes with that come-hither gleam

Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci

And lots of wavy hair like Liberace

Mister Sandman, someone to hold

Would be so peachy before we're too old

So please turn on your magic beam

Mister Sandman, brings us

Please, please, please

Mister Sandman, bring us a dream

Drapes!

Allison Vernon-Williams, the decision is yours.

You sang with the Squares. Now sing with the Drapes.

Cry-Baby needs you.

We'll get married and live in suburbia.

l love you, Allison.

l don't want to hurt you, Baldwin.

l had my baby. lsn't he cute?

l'm a Square now.

Wave to Allison.

You maybe a Square, Lenora, but you're still a tramp.

Allison, pick the man who loves you the most.

[Singing] Please, Mr. Jailer

won't you let my man go free?

Please, Mr. Jailer

won't you let my man go free?

He don't belong in prison

though he's guilty as can be

But the only crime he's guilty of

is simply loving me

Please, Mr. Jailer

won't you let my man go free?

Please, Mr. Jailer

won't you let my man go free?

Please, Mr. Jailer

won't you let this jailbird free?

Just look into his eyes

Open up that door

Just listen to his guitar, you'll know the score

Please, Mr. Jailer

let an honest man go free

Please, Mr. Jailer

don't you make no lifer out of me

I'm innocent, I swear it

Let my woman testify

She'll tell you where I was that night

Yeah, I'm his alibi

Please, Mr. Jailer

won't you let my man go free?

Well

I'm tired of pressing licence plates down in this rotten hole

I gotta reach the outside before I lose control

Please, Mr. Jailer

don't you make no lifer out of me

Wade Walker, you have a visitor.

Please, Mr. Jailer

let me out of this penitentiary

Let me out

Please, Mr. Jailer

don't you make no lifer out of me

Please, Mr. Jailer

won't you let my baby go free?

Let my man go free

Don't make no lifer out of me

Please, Mr. Jailer

Can't you see how much love she's got for me?

Well

Let him go, let him go

Let him go

Let my man go free

Please, Mr. Jailer

Well, let me out

Please, Mr. Jailer

Don't make me shout

Please, Mr. Jailer

Well, let me out

Criminal!

Cry-Baby Walker, society has given you a second chance.

You're rehabilitated now.

Here is $3.50.

And a pair of clean underwear.

You think you're a big man, Cry-Baby. But you're lower than your dead father.

Guess who pulled the switch on that jerk? My grandpappy, that's who.

And every Christmas since, my whole family gathers together...

and he re-tells the story of the day he electrocuted your daddy...

and we just laugh.

Let me punch his ugly face.

It's okay, Hatchet. You're beautiful, baby.

But I'll take care of this maggot.

Do you know how to play the automobile game called ''chicken''?

Sure, my car and your jalopy.

We head toward one another at full speed.

First one to turn the wheel before we smash is a chicken.

ls that legal?

Stop this insanity.

I got some new rules, sucker. How about you and me on top of the car?

l'm man enough, you big cry-baby.

That's Mr. Baby to you.

Fellows of the press, this chicken race tonight is for my daddy.

And I'd like to sing something in his memory, something hillbilly.

Something coloured.

Something my daddy would've loved.

[Singing] You call us hoods

and say we've gone mad

'Cause we feel so good when we're being bad

We're high school hellcats

On our own

High school hellcats

Almost grown

Come on and pick a fight I wish you would

We love being bad 'cause it sure feels good

Baldwin, please. Be a gentleman and call off this race, it's too dangerous.

You were born a Square and you're gonna die a Square.

You're coming with me.

[Singing] Stand back, look out We're renegade teens

Friends of the devil But twice as mean

We're looking for kicks We want them now

We're gonna get them And we don't care how

We're high school hellcats

High school hellcats

Almost grown

Come on, pick a fight We wish you would

We love being bad 'Cause it sure feels good

Come on!

[Singing] Well, you lock us up in your schools

We weren't born to live by rules

-Get down from there this minute. -Sit down, you traitor.

When you say stop, I say go We're high school hellcats

On our own

What are you doing?

Wish you would

We love being bad 'Cause it feels so good

USA, the land of the free

We should be what we want to be

But everyone says we should be like them

But we're high school hellcats and we never fit in

We're high school hellcats

Allison, help! Help me!

CRY-BABY: [Singing] Come on and pick a fight, we wish you would

We love being bad 'cause it sure feels good

We're high school hellcats

We're high school hellcats

Come on and pick a fight, we wish you would

We love being bad 'cause it sure feels good

Turn the wheel!

'cause it sure feels good

Chicken!

[Soulful '50s music]