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Hey, girl, what you doing over there?

Can't you see?

I'm spraying.

Will you hurry up?

What you doing, Miss Edna?

Penny, your mother called.

Tracy Turnblad, can't you say hello to Mrs. Molenski?

Mm-hmm.

Every day she's got to watch that Corny Collins show.

Delinquents, if you ask me.

It ain't right to be dancing on TV to that colored music.

She's just a teenager.

Huh.

Goodbye, Mrs. Molenski.

Goodbye, Edna.

Could

you turn that racket down?

I'm trying to iron in here.

Welcome

to the Corny Collins show.

That was D.D.

Sharp in today's bull's-eye-hit-mash-potato time.

And, hey, we've got our first telegram of the day.

Thank you very much, Tammy.

Please have Luanne Lavarowski and I.Q.

Jones lead a dance.

Signed, your number one fan in West Baltimore.

Here they come now.

Come on up here, kids.

Hi, Corny.

Hi, West Baltimore.

Luanne, you're a pretty darn groovy chick.

How long have you been a regular on the show?

I've been on the council for five months.

And you, I.Q.?

Two out-of-sight years.

Not bad.

God, he's gorgeous, Penny.

Look at her hair.

Gosh, I wish mine was that high.

And what's your favorite record from the survey?

Gravy.

All right, here's I.Q.

Jones and Luanne Lavarowski leading her next dance.

Give me gravy on my mashed potatoes.

Come on, baby.

I need gravy.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gravy tonight.

I knew you'd dance on that potato bar.

But that don't show me that you're really mine.

What's the lie?

Gimme gravy.

Come on, mashed potatoes.

Gimme.

Gravy.

Come on and treat me right.

Gimme.

Gravy.

Gimme.

You're the greatest.

So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gravy tonight.

Lake, why don't you tell the home viewers where we're gonna be tonight?

Well, Corny, we'll be at the Parkville VFW.

For the Corny Collins Record Hop.

Stuck-up little spastic.

She's such a queer.

Parkview VFW, 8 o'clock.

What do you want to hear, Amber?

Shake a tail feather by the five dew tones.

Here they are, the five dew tones.

You should be on that council, not her.

I know I should, Penny.

Hey, I'm going to that hop tonight.

Oh, let me come.

We'll lie and say we're going to the library to study.

It's a deal.

Give me 8 o'clock.

Up on the avenue.

Okay, young ladies, I've got just about enough of this screeching music.

Mother, we're watching the Corny Collins show.

Penny, your mother called all frantic.

She said you were punished.

I'm always punished.

And Tracy, I have told you about that hair.

All ratted up like a teenage jazebel.

Oh, Mother, you're so 50s.

Tracy's flamboyant flip is all the rage, Miss Edna.

Jackie Kennedy, our first lady, even rats her hair.

But Tracy ain't no first lady.

Are you, Tracy?

No, siree.

She's a hair hopper.

That's what she is.

Now, I've got nothing but hampers of ironing to do, and my diet pill is wearing off.

Tracy, I want you to go to your room and study.

And, Penny, don't you be listening to every bit of nonsense that my daughter tells you.

If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was mental.

Now what?

More sloopy for Mommy, I suppose.

Come in.

Edna, have you seen Penny?

Good Lord, Prudy, she's right over there.

Hi, Mom.

Penny Pingleton, you know you were punished.

From now on, you're wearing a giant pea on your blouse every day to school so that

the whole world knows that Penny Pingleton is permanently, positively punished.

Bye, Miss Edna.

Bye, honey.

I wish I were a princess I wish I were a

princess And if I were a princess I'd make you my

greatest flaw In this

door I hope you'll never break And it would make you fall in love

And if I were a princess I'd make you fall in love I'd make you fall in love Every

day When people hear you say

Oh, yeah What is it?

Oh, my God!

Oh!

What's the matter?

No, get off me!

Oh, no, look at me!

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

I happen to have a blemish.

You had three good close-ups today, period.

Why can't you dance up front where the voters can see you?

Leave me alone, Mother, I'm a pimple.

And you had to choose a colored record as your favorite song, didn't you?

That's nice for the neighbors.

You got something against Connie Francis?

Shelly Fabre?

I love Shelly Fabre.

Amber!

Amber, are you listening to me?

We have to have a little talk.

You know, if your father is forced to integrate Tilted Acres we're out of business.

So at least act white on television.

Leave me alone, Mother.

Shake a Tail Feather is a wild song.

It's got a good beat and you can dance to it.

Oh, God, of all nights, a Corny Gollins record hop and I've got craters.

Oh, just pop it, pop it.

Just relax, relax.

Don't be ridiculous.

Take it easy.

Tension is the worst thing for a complexion.

Come on, lie down, lie down.

No moping.

Mother is here.

You have beautiful skin, Amber.

There.

It's gone.

Now it's time for you-know-what.

Mother, I know all the dances.

Come on, get up, get up.

Practice makes perfect, I ought to know.

Don't forget, I was Miss Soft Crab in 1945 and

that title wasn't handed to me on a silver platter.

I worked for it.

Now come on, a one, two, a one, two, three, pony.

Mashed potatoes.

Faster.

Amber, I'd like to talk to you.

Yes, Daddy.

Don't stop, cha-cha.

I'm tired.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

I had some new campaign flyers made up today.

All for Daddy's little girl.

I want you to hand those out at the hop tonight

to everyone, each and every one of those.

Twist.

Oh, Daddy.

An old lip from you, Miss Ingrate.

This campaign is costing us an arm and a leg.

New gowns, hairdresser three times a week, while your hairspray bill

alone is enough to eat up all the profits from the Tilt-A-Whirl.

You'll do as Daddy says or we'll send you to Catholic school where you belong.

Right, Franklin?

That's right, Catholic school.

Pass the macaroni and cheese, please.

Did you take the appetite suppressant I gave you in Dr. Mackenzie's orders?

Mother, I'm a growing teenager.

I need food.

Let her eat, Edna.

Tracey, did you do your chores around the house today?

Not Miss Tracey, said Shereece herself.

She's too busy ratting her hair during the you-bang-y stomp.

Tracey, we all have responsibilities in life.

You may think owning the hardy-hard joke shop is all drudgery.

Unwrapping dribble glasses, chicken-doggy-do inventory, but I love it.

You'll see.

Work can be fun.

Can I please be excused to go to the library to study?

Are you ready?

Yeah!

What's the problem, officer?

This is a white establishment.

Oh, come on!

Hey, listen, we just came to dance.

That's no fair.

Open your purse, please.

Boys and girls, stay on the dance floor.

Here comes the hottest tune of the day, and it's started right here in Baltimore.

And where did you see it first, kids?

A 40-college show!

A big, strong line, ladies and gentlemen.

It's Madison time!

I can do that dance.

It's Madison time.

Hit it.

You're looking good.

A big, strong line.

When I say hit it, I want you to go two up and two

back with a big, strong turn and back to the medicine.

Hit the top.

No, you dance better than all of them.

Go ahead.

Now, when I say hit it, I want you to go two up and two

back, double-cross, come out of it with the rifle back.

Now, when I say hit it, I want the big, strong M.

Erase it and back to the medicine.

Hit it.

Now, then, when I say hit it, it'll be T time.

Big, strong line.

Now, when I say hit it, I want the big, strong

basketball with the Rock Chamberlain hook.

Hit it.

Now, this time, when I say hit it, I want the big,

strong Jackie Gleason and back to the medicine.

Erase it.

When I say hit it, go two up and two back, double-cross and freeze.

Hit it.

Hold it right there.

All right, hold on to your hats, all you continental rockers, because

it's dance contest time, and we've got the wildest judge in town.

You listen to her every night on WEDD, and she hosts Negro Day

on the Courtney Collins Show the last Thursday of every month.

Ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome for the queen

of Baltimore soul, Ms. Motormouth Maybel herself.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it, Baltimore.

Whee!

And

sweetheart, dancing is my game.

Whoo!

Chubby Checker and Pony Time!

It's Pony Time!

Get up!

Hey now, everybody.

It's the Union call.

It's the Pony Time.

When you hear this call.

So get ready.

Go!

Get up!

Okay, fatso, let's see what you're made of.

I'm in the big boss line.

Well, anyway, I'm in the big boss line.

I'm in the big boss line.

you're gonna look real fine.

So get ready.

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Well, I say gee, you turn to the right.

Well, I say one, now gee.

Yeah, yeah, baby.

Now what?

Yeah!

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

Pony, baby.

Do it, baby.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

Going to see little Susie.

Who lives next door.

She's doing enough.

Oh, baby.

She's taking the floor.

Get with it.

Get with it.

Get with it.

Just three couples left.

Tammy, bring on the applause meter.

Is it going to be couple number one?

Or is it couple number two?

Or shall it be couple number three?

I think we have a winner.

And that winner is...

I love a tender.

Tracey and Fender.

All right.

Tracey Turnblad, you are the queen of the hop tonight.

Listen, we're holding auditions for the council tomorrow.

You ought to come down and strut your stuff.

Oh, Corny, do you really think I'm good enough?

What do you think, kids?

I hear you.

Thanks for coming down, Tracey.

We'll see you tomorrow.

Now, Motor Mouth, I think it's time we slowed

things down a little with Mr. Gene Pitney.

You can't hide your face in this god-forsaken place here in your own city.

It's a town without pity.

Gene Pitney, ladies and gentlemen.

Young

and so in love as we And bewildered by the world we see Why do people but

us so Only those in love would know What a town without pity can do Corny

How can we keep A little pause.

.. and we are back.

Thank you, girls.

And now it's time to move on to a little something we call the spotlight.

Okay, first girl, Miss Pingleton.

I'm just a little nervous.

This is show business, young lady.

If you think you're nervous now, wait till you're on the air.

Okay, first question.

Are you now or have you ever gone steady?

Well, I'm not going with anybody now, but I'd love to date a council member.

Exactly.

How many sweaters do you have?

Gee, I never counted.

I guess about five.

Five!

Next, Nadine Carver, Eastern High School.

Are you aware that Negro Day is the last Thursday of every month?

Yes, I've been on it a few times.

I feel the show should be integrated every day.

Can you relate to Leslie Gore's music?

Look, she ain't no James Brown, but I can dance to Lawrence Welk if I have to.

Thank you, Nadine.

Tracy Turnblad.

Would you do a pimple cream commercial on camera if Corny asked you to?

I'd be proud to.

Luckily, I've never been cursed with acne.

Like others.

But I realize the devastating effect of skin

blemishes on the social life of teenagers.

Would you ever swim in an integrated swimming pool?

I certainly would, Iggy.

I'm a modern kind of girl.

I'm all for integration.

Aren't you a little fat for the show?

That's enough, Amber.

I would imagine that many of the home viewers are also pleasantly plump or chunky.

Oh, come on.

The show's not filmed in Cinemascope.

You're out of line, Amber.

Corny, Tammy, can't you see?

This girl's a trash can.

That's five demerit points.

You're suspended from the show today.

Pack up your things and go home.

Oh, my God.

But I was supposed to leave the lady's choice.

I'm sure we can find a replacement.

Yes, Corny.

Please wait outside.

The council will now meet in secret, debate your

personality flaws, and come to a final decision.

Penny, Pink, I'll turn you awake to the dead.

Tracey's not home yet.

Plus, your mother called, and she's on the warpath.

I know, Miss Edna.

Can I come in?

Well, yeah, come on up.

But I've got ironing, and Wilbur's working.

Mr. Terblad!

It's not war with Cuba, is it?

Or more Negro problems?

No, you'll see.

Did poor Debbie Reynolds have a nervous breakdown?

This better be good.

It's broad daylight, and I'm sitting in front of the TV.

I've seen the Corny Collins Show.

Thank you, Penny.

Just watch.

I just lost a $2.69 Silly Putty sale.

This better be worth it.

Wait, you'll see.

Just watch.

What's your name?

I'm Ruby.

And you?

Dee Dee.

And what about you?

I'm Lucille.

All right, now, where are you gonna be appearing tonight?

We'll be at the Royal Theatre.

At Motomuk Maybell.

Oh, soul review.

All right.

Ladies and gentlemen, a big hand for Baltimore's own Trink Letts.

I closed up shop for this.

Just wait.

All right, let's keep the music playing and the hits a-turning with

Mr. Gene Chandler, because the Duke of Earl loves to cha-cha-cha.

There, there, and look!

It's Tracy.

Oh, my God, she's all per-rock-sided up.

I'll be damned.

Tracy's on TV.

It was a triple process yet.

Tracy was accepted on the Corny Collins Council.

Mr. and Mrs. Turnblad, your daughter is a star.

Well, see,

she's already getting close-ups.

Does she get paid for this?

Big as our house.

I think she looks pretty, Edna.

Yes, I'm watching her now.

You are?

Well, thank you.

Yes.

Good-bye.

That was Hilda from up Conklin Street.

She's going to send the telegram.

Oh, God, there she is!

Oh!

Oh!

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to introduce someone very special, a brand-new

council member making her first appearance on the show, and we already have telegrams.

Why don't you introduce yourself?

Hi, Corny.

I'm Tracy Turnblad, and I go to Mervo High.

Well, Tracy, someone out there likes you.

Please have the new girl lead a lady's choice.

I was supposed to lead the lady's choice.

Tell me, Tracy, are you going steady?

No, I'm not, Corny, but there is somebody I've got a crush on.

Who I'd like to know.

She's just a child.

Well, let's see who the lucky guy is.

Ladies and gentlemen, a lady's choice.

Hi, Tracy!

It's me, Penny!

She can't hear you.

She better hadn't dare.

If you should lose me Oh, yeah You'll lose a good thing

If you should lose me Oh, yeah You'll lose a good thing You

know that the friendship ring!

That fat girl's no competition.

White trash.

Plain and simple.

For all we know, that girl could be high yellow.

Mommy, Daddy, I'll still be the queen of the auto show, won't I?

Aww, honey.

This is the last one.

No, she's not here.

Well, I'm sure she loves you too.

Yes, thank you.

Goodbye.

This is amazing.

She's so popular already.

She could be one of the June Taylor dancers.

Hello?

Well, yes.

I am Tracy Turnblad's agent.

Give me a pencil.

Quick, quick.

Hell, may I help you?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah!

Oh, Tracy, you were wonderful.

Honey, we're real proud of you.

Oh, sweetie.

And listen, tomorrow if you could get up just a

little bit closer so we can see you better, okay?

And maybe even give the hearty ha a little p-p-plug.

Mom, Dad.

Oh, Penny, my best friend.

I'm so happy.

Finally, all of Baltimore knows.

I'm big, blonde, and beautiful.

Oh, you're a team leader now.

And the showbiz offers are pouring in.

Tonight we have an audition.

And, honey, this is only the beginning.

Stick with me and we'll claw our way to the top.

Oh, God.

Fame, fortune, glamour.

And to top it off...

I'm in love.

Well, Tracy, you were really tough.

Tracy, what do you think about this one?

I mean, Wilbur would kill us if we spent that much money.

You look gorgeous, Bert.

The simply exquisite.

Oh, I don't know, Pinky.

Have any, Claire?

Eat up, girls, eat up.

Big as beautiful.

Tracy Turnblad.

Welcome to the hefty hideaway house of fashion for the ample woman.

Hi, I'm Mr. Pinky.

Hi.

Mr. Pinky, I'm Tracy's... a business manager, Edna Turnblad.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet the both of you.

Here we cater to the big bone gals like yourself who are stylish...

and at the same time frustrated by the lack of sizes in the department stores today.

I saw you on TV.

I want you to be my model.

Would she be paid for this?

One free outfit a month.

You start tomorrow.

I hope there's no diets in the works...

because I want to design your Miss Auto Show coronation gown myself.

Could you throw in a pair of complimentary petty pants in the deal?

You drive a hard bargain, Miss Edna, and rightfully so.

Oh, petty pants, panty girdle.

You just let Tracy take her pick.

How about a fabulous frock just for me?

Tracy will have to work one extra day for free.

It's a deal.

Thank you, Mr. Pinky.

I'm going to make you a star.

Beautiful.

It's a new you.

Come on.

Come on.

Going to the beauty shop?

Yes, you haven't even been in here.

Come on, Bob.

You deserve it.

Bob will kill me.

Oh, well.

You really think I should?

Yes.

Welcome to the sixties.

In the figure shown, line segment AB...

and line segment CD... are chords of the circle.

Line segment PA and line segment PC...

What is the problem, Mr. Davis?

I can't see through her hair.

I can't help but to be short.

Your ratted hair is preventing yet another student's geometry education.

It's feathered, not ratted.

Whatever you call it, it's a hair don't.

You've been warned repeatedly.

I want you to take a little walk down to the principal's office.

Let's see what he has to say.

Anyway, she was right in the car...

in plain sight of just everybody at the hop.

She was nude.

No.

That fat thing.

Tracey Turnblad is a whore.

Happy now?

But, Mom, I didn't do anything.

Don't bite Mom.

I did it.

You are such a slag, my dear.

Ow!

What was that for?

Give you something to whine about.

Miss Turnblad?

Have a seat.

Yes, sir.

Once again, your hairdo is getting you in hot water.

Didn't two weeks in hairdo detention have any effect?

I happen to be the height of teen fashion.

You're on a one-way ticket to a reform school.

Well, I'm afraid we're just going to have to change your homeroom.

Starting today, you report to class 10-D, room 108.

Special ed?

Yes, Miss Turnblad.

Special education.

But that's for retards.

And the black is you try to hold back.

Here, you will be taught by specialists trained to

deal with hairdo scofflaws in high school society.

Mr. Davidson!

That will be all, Miss Turnblad.

The city of Baltimore has an interesting Catholic history.

It was named after Lord Baltimore.

He founded the Maryland colony for Catholics and Cubans

who could not practice their religion in England.

Good morning, Miss Shipley.

Now, let's all stand and say the Pledge of Allegiance.

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.

Come on, Amber, can't we just be friends?

You're acting like a child.

Now, as you all know, today is special education's turn at the dodgeball tournament.

So let's get into the locker room, put on those gym outfits

and show them that special education is nothing to laugh about.

All

right, ladies, let's go.

Let's play dodgeball.

Hey, they put me in special ed just because of my hair.

Hey, I saw you on the Corny Collins show.

Where do white girls learn how to dance like that?

Just practicing.

Oh, and watching Negro Day on the Corny Collins.

Hey, Thunder Thighs, this one's for you.

Hey, grow up, Amber.

My mama says Negro Day ain't nothing but segregation.

Well, mama.

Yeah, none other than Motor Mouth Mabel herself.

I'm seaweed.

Hey, Penny, see the collar boy, the cute one?

His mother is Motor Mouth Mabel.

He's gorgeous.

He's a fat retard.

Tracy.

Tracy.

Tracy.

You're all right, girl.

Are you sure she's all right?

Yeah.

She'll be okay.

It's not who wins.

It's how you play the game.

Tracy, would you go steady with me?

Mm-hmm.

It won't take long.

We're going

to...

Yeah, let's twist again.

Let's twist again.

Ooh,

the time is here.

Round and round and all along, yeah.

Oh, baby, make me know you love me so.

Twist again, like we last year.

Come on, twist again.

Twist again, like we last year.

Fatty, fatty, two by four.

Keg it through the dressing room door.

Hi, Mr. Pinky, owner of the Hefty Hideaway.

3311 Eastern Avenue.

Are you big bone?

Got a glandular problem, but you still want the glamour?

Don't worry about it.

The Hefty Hideaway has got it all.

This beautiful ensemble being modeled by our

lovely Tracy is available in sizes 12 to 26.

You heard me right.

You need a girdle, we got them.

Even got large-sized shoes for that continental Clementine look.

Oh, my darling.

All the prices you can afford.

Big is beautiful.

Hefty Hideaway Eastern Avenue.

You come on in today, you'll be awful glad you did.

That's our little baby.

She's prettier than Elizabeth Taylor.

Thank you, Mr. Pinky.

It's a thrill to have you as a new sponsor.

And, Tracy, you keep this up and you just may be crowned Miss Auto Show 1963.

Yay!

Remember, tomorrow is preteen day, so bring your little brother or your little sister

or your cousins or your nieces or your nephews and let those tykes rock and roll on...

The Corny Collins Show!

I've never been to North Avenue.

Don't worry.

See, we gave you the directions.

I gotta go.

Thank you.

Penny!

Yeah, this is the place.

Wow!

This is great!

Look at that!

I've never been to this part of town before.

Hi!

There they are!

Stop the camp!

Stop the camp!

Tracy Turnblad!

You're my favorite dancer on Corny Collins.

I'm Lil Inez, seaweed sister.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Lil Inez.

This is my best friend, Penny.

And, Link, you probably know from the show.

Wow, you guys really came.

Hey, everybody, this is Tracy, the baddest white dancer in town.

This is Link.

This is Penny.

No matter what you heard, we are gonna teach the white children how to do the bird!

Buy me a taste!

Somebody, please!

Help me!

Here, here!

Take it all!

Take it!

Take it all!

Please, don't hurt me!

Please!

Why, thank you!

Thank you kindly!

Officer!

Yes, ma'am, can I help you?

Stay, man!

Let's get together tonight and play some hide-and-go-seek.

Let's get together and play some hide-and-go-seek.

Let's get together and play some hide-and-go-seek.

Let's go, one sec.

Ooh, the dirty buggy!

I dare to protect myself.

I know you were snatched, Penny.

And I've come to save you!

Oh, Papa Toonie, we got a loony!

Don't you try anything.

Any of your voodoo spells on me, you native woman!

We're just dancing!

Mrs. Pingleton, stop acting crazy!

These are our friends!

Don't act ignorant, Tracy Turnblad!

Come on, Penny!

Arthur!

Come on!

Run!

Run!

Run for your life!

Don't push, please!

Don't push!

Settle down!

It's hot, please!

If your chest stays still, you'll roll with it so hot, you'll be in the hot seat!

What?

It's gonna be a lot of fun.

Hurry up or watch this, all right?

Hurry, but watch this.

You all together?

Yeah.

Well, I'm sorry, but preteen day's a white-only show.

Negro day's the end of the month.

Now, you can come on in, or you're gonna have to get out of the line, all right?

You mean you're gonna turn this little girl away?

Look, I don't make the rules, all right?

Now, you're gonna come on in...

Aren't you aware of the supreme court ruling on segregation?

What are you talking about, kid?

I just want you to either come in or don't come in, all right?

I have a dream.

You heard the man.

You're holding up the line.

Segregation never!

Integration now!

Segregation never!

Integration now!

Segregation never!

Integration now!

Segregation never!

Integration now!

Segregation never!

Okay, all you little tykes, we got a real treat in store for you.

A local group with a big hit record.

Let's have a warm welcome.

Come on, for the lafayacs.

What

are you waiting for?

Ms. Collins,

there's some trouble outside.

There's a little black girl that wants to be on the show.

Well, let her in, for God's sakes.

The station management says no.

She's with some agitators.

I'm afraid of demonstrations in the works.

Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Stop.

What are you doing?

I'm taking the help.

Well, you can't, though.

You can't change the world in one day.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I keep telling you.

I said I told you, baby.

I said I told you, baby.

I said I told you, baby.

Hey, you.

Can I ask you a personal question?

No, you can't.

It's your daughter, mulatto.

Ugh.

Ew.

What the fuck?

I'm taking a home from my daughter.

I'm taking a home from my daughter.

Someone, please.

Somebody has a plan.

It's nice to get back to me.

Two, four, six, eight.

He's got to integrate.

Two, four, six, eight.

He's got to integrate.

Two, four, six, eight.

Now, kids, we're going to get real lovey-dovey.

I know this is one of your favorite records, and it's one of mine, too.

Leslie gore, sing your heart out.

Can I, uh, have this dance?

What difference does it make, mr.

Hahn?

Where are you, the n-double-a-c-p?

But it's an easy way to integrate without trouble.

Absolutely not.

Baltimore is not ready for integrated dancing.

Two,

four, six, eight.

TV's got to integrate.

Well, that's it for today, kids.

See you tomorrow at 3 o'clock, live at tilted acres.

Black Baltimore, your mother is ready to show her might and fight, fight, fight!

You know where to go.

Tilted acres for the show.

Segregation?

No!

No!

No!

All right, now.

I want to introduce you to my main man.

I'm his biggest fan all the way from louisiana just to see me, the big mama jama.

Now, I want to ball in this hole because he's

a real doll, talking about tucson mccall.

I moved your picture

both large and small and each new day finds me so blue nothing takes the place of you

because nothing oh, nothing takes the place of you

I write this letter it's raining on my windowpane I

feel the need of you because without you nothing seems the same so I wait

Oh, Link, this is so romantic.

I wish... I wish I was dark-skinned.

Oh, Tracey, our souls are black, even though our skin is white.

Oh, seaweed.

Oh, seaweed, will integration ever come?

Oh, Penny, my little white lily, we're outcast from both societies.

Black, white, our love is taboo.

Go to second, go to second.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

Ooh.

Oh, oh, oh.

Siri, look!

Tracey!

Tracey Turnblad, it's your mommy!

Oh, my God, it's my mother!

She's gonna kill us.

Tracey!

Tracey!

Where are they?

Don't run, Tracey.

You'll fall.

Can we come in?

Come on, guys, come on.

Like, hi, cats.

Sit down.

You got the fuss chasing you?

No, we were...

You guys are real beatniks.

Just like New York.

You two checkerboard chicks and what?

You know, black and white, salt and pepper?

Well, yes, I'm a checkerboard chick, I guess.

Whoa.

Whoa.

I'm an integrationist.

We shall overcome someday.

Not with that hair you won't.

You look like a hair hopper to me.

I mean, your hair is really uncool.

How do you get your hair so straight and so flat?

With an iron, man.

I play my bongos, listen to Odetta, and then I iron my hair, dig?

I think we better get going now.

The coast looks clear.

Let's do some reefer.

We'll get high and I'll iron the chick's hair.

Reefer?

Drugs?

Loco weed.

When I'm high, I am Odetta.

Let's get naked and smoke.

Cool.

Don't breathe it in.

You'll be addicted.

Later, sister, later.

Much later.

I saw the best minds of my generation, destroyed by

madness, starving, hysterical, naked, dragging themselves...

Don't hide Dad's knee.

The whole world saw you on the news.

Penny, this is Dr. Frederickson.

He's a psychiatrist.

And he's going to make you all better.

Feeling depressed, Penny?

Want to talk about it?

Think of all the white boys in school and how much you'd like to date one.

Be a good little girl and slip this on.

I'm telling you, shock, treatments are the answer.

Come here, put it in.

Good girl, good girl.

I love you, seaweed!

Shut up!

It's gonna be all right now.

Prudy, this is totally unnecessary.

Come on, honey, time to go home.

You can see Link tomorrow, come on.

We've been worried sick about you.

This neighborhood is certainly no place for a star.

Now get in that car before someone sees you.

Well, personally, I have nothing against them.

It's merely a matter of economics.

The Tilted Acres will never be integrated.

Segregation today!

Segregation tomorrow.

Segregation forever!

One

black face gets on camera.

This show's off the air.

Can't you see the kids don't care if blacks dance on the show?

Can't you see this is ripping the city apart?

Motormouth Maybelle is out there, and she's our friend.

We've done hops together for years.

The kids love her.

Look, the Corny Collins Show remains white.

Oh, you're all fired!

Afternoon, Baltimore!

Welcome to the Corny Collins Show!

Yes, we are live from Tilted Acres, so hop in

the car, bring the whole family, and come on out.

Right now, I want to introduce to you the top contenders in the

Miss Auto Show contest, Amber Von Tussle and Tracy Turnblad.

Now, I understand you're both going to

introduce a brand-new dance on the show today.

Yes, I am, Corny.

It's called the Limbo Rock, and I bet some people will find it quite difficult.

Here it is, the Limbo Rock.

Good afternoon, Penny.

Feeling better?

Getting in touch with your anger?

Go, Tracy, go!

I watch that tramp, and I'm embarrassed to be white.

You know, Edna, I've been reading about these kids.

Maybe Tracy could be some sort of campus leader.

Wilbur, it's the times.

They're a-changin'.

Something's blowing in the wind.

Fetchin' my diet pills, would you, hon?

Well, Baltimore, you saw it here first.

The Limbo Rock, thank you very much, Amber.

I'm a winner, Corny.

Well, Amber, you won the dance, but let's check

the election results and see how you're doing.

What

do you have to say for yourself, Tracy?

If elected, I plan to represent all of Baltimore.

And today, I'd like to introduce a brand-new dance and dedicate it to some of my

special friends, who, because of small-minded people, can't be here with me today.

My dance is called The Waddle.

That girl's got roaches in her hair.

Roaches?

My little Tracy's a clean teen.

There's no bugs on her, baby.

I'm not kidding.

I just saw one.

Amber, you're such a comedian.

Ladies and gentlemen, Tracy Turnblad and The Waddle.

Come on, Tammy.

What is going on here?

Nothing.

This isn't our fault.

I told you this happened.

Are you crazy?

Move it out!

That's why I would like to humbly state that I think... Daddy!

Daddy!

There's a riot going on.

A riot?

A race riot.

No talking here.

I'm not looking.

I have no key.

I'm not looking.

I'm not looking.

Negroes.

Black boys.

Police!

Come, Tammy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Blake!

Blake!

Blake!

Tracy!

Let her go!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Good evening.

Friday, June 5th, 1962.

Racially tense, Tillett Acres amusement park.

Long a tradition of Baltimore fun.

Penny.

Penny.

Penny, how are you?

What happened to your head?

It happened to Tillett Acres.

Get me out of here.

Be careful.

Girl, they gotta flip when they see the new you.

...including Link Larkin.

That's Link Larkin, my boyfriend!

That common law boyfriend, Miss Turnblad, was listed in fair condition at Union Memorial Hospital tonight,

recovering from two fractured kneecaps, seen in one of the many incidents of violence that erupted today.

I love you, Tracy.

Ah!

Tracy Turnblad is a human roach nest.

Is this the caliber of teenager we want representing Baltimore at the auto show?

Amber will be so proud of us.

We're gonna go down in the history books for this one, Velma.

Tracy's parents had an emotional appeal for their daughter.

Tracy, honey, we know you are innocent.

You were right about everything you said about integration.

We joined NAACP.

And we will fight in every way possible to get your

release and back in front of the cameras where you belong.

What?

Integration is no last matter.

Take a hand.

Not a lot of time for racism.

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free!

Now, darlings, aren't you glad that you were punished and under psychiatric care?

You could have been killed today.

I wish I was at a hootenanny in Harlem.

What was that?

Ah, just a TV.

I heard somebody laugh.

Oh, my God!

There are colored people in my house!

I'm gonna make our citizens arrest!

Stop!

You are punished even after you die!

It's a real pleasure to be here today in the

city of Baltimore at this wonderful auto show.

Thank you very much.

I have my aid here, the scissors, and we're gonna take this

opportunity to open the show here in the city of Baltimore.

There we are.

Well, how do you do, Governor?

So nice meeting you.

You've got some spinach on your tie.

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Just remember, if Amber loses, she walks off the set, and then you Throw the bomb.

Who the hell is Tracy Turnblad?

She's an upper-lower-class teenager who was arrested in yesterday's demonstration...

and is currently being held at Montrose.

She is a hair hopper.

A what?

Jesus Christ!

More integration pickets.

This is a political hot potato.

And I wasn't even warned.

But this came out of nowhere.

We had no idea of her grassroots support.

You keep the goddamn cops away before this makes the national news.

Governor, we must have some answers right now for our vast television audience.

The voters are demanding answers from right here at the governor's mansion.

This demonstration is going to turn nasty.

No police.

No police.

No police.

How are you?

Nice to see you.

What are you doing?

What is this?

Hey, let's get a handcuff.

Hi, honey.

I'm home.

Well, Baltimore, today's the big day.

We're here live at the new armory for the grand opening of the 1963 auto show.

And who will be the dancing princess from our council to be ground queen?

We'll know right after this.

No cops.

No cameras.

We're going to work this thing out ourselves, aren't we?

Madam, you do have the key to these.

We'll talk about the key after you release Tracy.

The

moment of truth has arrived, ladies and gentlemen.

You, the audience, has made your decision.

And here to announce the results, we have Mr.

Arvin Hodgepile, president of WZZT Studios, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

Thank you.

We have a difficult situation with the vote's tabulation.

The results were quite close.

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Technically, the winner is Miss Tracy Turnblad.

And

we're going off the air.

Now listen carefully.

Since Miss Turnblad is in reform school, the judges have found her ineligible.

I would like to announce, on behalf of WZZT, the

winner of the Miss Auto Show 1963, Amber Von Tussle.

Well, Amber, like it or not, you're officially Miss Auto Show 1963.

Any words for your opponent who many feel was the more popular winner?

I'd like to lead a dance and dedicate it to that loser.

Tracy Turnblad, I hope you're watching.

Because this one's for you.

It's a brand-new dance, one that I'm sure you'll know how to do.

It's called The Roach.

Too bad you can't be here to do it.

You guys know where!

Leave me alone!

Amber Von Tussle and The Roach.

Christ's sake.

Pardon Tracy Turnblad!

We need Tracy Turnblad!

Swiss, hold up.

Baltimore, you are seeing history being made today.

White and black together for the first time on local TV.

The Corney Collins show is now integrated.

Thank you.

I love you.

I don't know about you, but I feel like dancing.

I've got the bug.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Yeah!

Yeah!