Footloose Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1984
- 107 min
- 4,796 Views
- All the way?
Would I sh*t you? Right?
She rips my shirt open.
She's clawing my chest.
She's biting my neck, and I'm trying
to get over the stick shift...
'cause we're goin'
All of a sudden, she starts
screaming at the top of her lungs...
"Oh, God! Oh, God!
Don't stop! Make Ginger pop!"
Oh, sh*t, really?
But we did dance.
Willard, how could you let
our new student eat this food?
- Don't eat this.
- We have delicious homemade food.
- Come on over.
- It's so good. Come on, Willard.
Oh, chicken!
Come on, come on. Good boy.
Bring your friend.
- You won't get any of that here.
- What's that?
- Dancing. There's no dancing.
- That's right.
- Why?
- It's illegal.
Jump back!
It's true.
- Has been for five or six years.
- Why?
Go ahead, tell him.
It started when kids
got killed in a car wreck.
Whole town went bananas, blaming
it on the music, liquor and dancing.
Now they're just convinced
it's all a sin.
Who's convinced?
Whole damn town.
You really can't dance here, man?
I can't believe that.
It's true. This isn't the only
place either. You'd be surprised.
Places upstate you can't dance.
Places in Kansas and Arkansas.
All over the place.
My cousin lives in Montana, and ya
can't dance where she lives either.
Yeah? She ever get busted
for bopping?
I don't know.
You rich?
No. Why?
'Cause I don't think
I ever bought a tape before.
Get serious!
This place is too weird.
Don't you ever listen
to the radio?
No. We got one radio at home,
but it's never on.
- You like Men at Work?
- Which men?
- Men at Work.
- Where do they work?
- They're a music group.
- What do they call themselves?
- Oh, no. What about the Police?
- What about 'em?
- Have you heard them?
- No, but I seen 'em.
- In concert?
- No, behind you.
What? Oh, sh*t!
- Step out of the car.
- Could you tell me the problem?
Just step out of the car, please.
- Jim, these plates are Illinois.
- So?
You got a license?
Catch.
Hey, I just bought that.
- There a law against loud music?
Watch that attitude, boy! This way
I don't have to take you in.
Twenty-five dollars. They wouldn't
even let me off with a warning.
You can't talk to our police
the way you talk to big city police.
- But I wasn't doing anything.
- Yeah, sure.
Sarah, hush.
There was this bunch of kids
snuck over the state line...
to see some rock and roll group...
and they were stopped on their way
back into town by the police.
They were on church and
school probation for weeks!
around here, young man.
Daddy?
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