Hairspray Page #2
# You'll never get to college
but you'll sure look cool #
# Don't need a cap or a gown #
# When you're the nicest kids in town #
They must think my ears
are garbage cans.
Would you turn that racket down?
I'm tryin' to iron here.
# Nicest kids in #
# Kids in town, whoo! #
Ma, it's not racket.
Well, it's turning your brains into mud.
Mrs. Turnblad, it's a new dance!
The Stricken Chicken.
Well, I can't hear myself think.
How am I supposed to negotiate pleats?
Edna?
I'm in here, Prudy.
What's that racket?
Ohh, Tracy.
Edna, is my laundry ready?
Yep.
That'll be $3.00, hon.
That's pretty pricey
for a pair of petty pants.
Well, I'm sorry, Prudy...
but some-a your personal stains...
required poundin' with a rock.
I'm sure I don't know what you mean.
You're letting her listen
to that race music again?
My daughter spends every afternoon
at the Stamp and Coin Club.
Oh, really? Well, your daughter hap-
Ohh, ohh.
Oh, what is that? The Wavin' Raven?
It's a little twitchy.
Oh, you wanna play Charades now.
All right.
OK, go ahead.
You.
Penny.
No. Ahh!
Tracy Turnblad, are you tryin' to tell me...
that-that Penny didn't get permission...
from her mother to be here?
What?
Penny.
You are banned from this house.
You will never watch that show again!
- Without that show I have nothing!
- Having nothing builds character!
Toodle-oo, Edna!
Give 'em a hand, folks.
All right, all right.
And, once again,
that's the Stricken Chicken.
We will be right back
for some more of that hot Detroit sound.
And we're off!
Corny.
"Detroit sound"?
What's that, the cries
Aw, velma, the kids dig
the rhythm and blues.
Yeah, they're kids, Corny.
That's why we have to steer
them in the white direction.
Right direction?
Didn't I say that?
I'll do it.
You try that again and there'll be stumps
where your feet should be.
You got that? You little whor-
Amber.
...holy moly. Baby.
Good job dancing today.
- It's time.
- Ah!
Link.
Amber.
Ah!
- Amber.
- Amber, Amber, Amber.
Save your personal life
for the cameras, sweetie.
Oh! Shiny.
Tammy, Lou Ann,
you're gonna die.
Speaking of cameras,
did you have a nice nap?
If you'd do your job, my daughter wouldn't
have to fight to be visible.
I gotta show some of the
other kids once in a while.
You know, this is a small city.
There aren't that many stations.
This time next year
you could be wearing...
an ill-fitting tux,
snapping bar mitzvah photos.
I don't know.
# It takes two, baby... #
Show Link.
This is nuts. She can't even dance.
Plastic little spastic.
Oh, Link. I can dance
so much better than her.
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