Saturday Night Fever

Synopsis: Nineteen-year-old Brooklyn native Tony Manero lives for Saturday nights at the local disco, where he's king of the club, thanks to his stylish moves on the dance floor. But outside of the club, things don't look so rosy. At home, Tony fights constantly with his father and has to compete with his family's starry-eyed view of his older brother, a priest. Nor can he find satisfaction at his dead-end job at a small paint store. However, things begin to change when he spies Stephanie Mangano in the disco and starts training with her for the club's dance competition. Stephanie dreams of the world beyond Brooklyn, and her plans to move to Manhattan just over the bridge soon change Tony's life forever.
Genre: Drama, Music
Director(s): John Badham
Production: Paramount Pictures
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 4 wins & 11 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.8
Metacritic:
77
Rotten Tomatoes:
85%
R
Year:
1977
118 min
4,116 Views


Hiya, Tony. Two or three?

Two. Two. Give me two. That's good.

Hey, you guys do layaway?

As long as it don't turn into

a 20-year mortgage.

All right, look, put me down for $5

for that blue shirt in the window.

- Hold it for me.

- Hey, wait for your receipt.

- I trust you.

- Please don't. Don't trust me.

- What did he charge you?

- $7.98.

That bastard.

Wait till he runs out of something.

Listen, you know what to tell her.

Excuse me, ma'am, I gotta get by.

- Got a second?

- Just a minute.

Look what I got for you,

Carnival, gold, just like you wanted.

Where have you been?

I've been here for a half hour.

That's all right. Look, I'm gonna

make you a deal on this paint.

- I'm very angry with you.

- That's all right.

Look, I'm gonna make you

a nice deal on this. $1 off for you.

$10.98 on this special gold paint.

- How you like that?

- Thank you.

- I'll take a gallon of this.

- All right.

You got it. Heads up.

That's all right.

Customers like that,

it gives them a sense of power.

I need some brushes.

All right, how much painting

you planning to do?

After these two rooms,

I wouldn't paint my wife's ass purple.

What color is it now?

You wanna know

what color my wife's ass is?

You brung it up.

Actually, it ain't got no color,

just stripes, them stretch stripes.

What about them brushes?

Right. See that second display counter?

Over there.

- Hey, Mr. Fusco, can I get an advance?

- Payday's Monday.

I know payday is Monday,

but every place else

is Friday or Saturday.

And they're broke on Monday.

- Boozing, whoring...

- Oh, come off it.

Pissing away their money all weekend.

This way, you're paid on a Monday,

you got money all week.

- You can save a little, build a future.

- Oh, f*** the future.

No, Tony, you can't f*** the future,

the future fucks you.

It catches up with you, and it fucks you

if you ain't planned for it.

Look, tonight is the future,

and I am planning for it.

There's a shirt I gotta buy,

a beautiful shirt. Blue...

Sorry, Tony, no exceptions.

Just wait till you need an advance,

all right?

Big shot.

Hey, come on.

Thanks, Tony.

Where you been?

Your mother wants to know

where you been.

Where you been?

Your father's asking you!

Where you been?

Dinner's gonna be late tonight,

they was out of things at the market.

But you'd have been late

if it was normal.

- Hey, Tony.

- Hey, hot stuff. Give me a kiss.

- Look what I made for you. Here.

- Oh, that is beautiful.

- You like it?

- Yeah.

You'll put it in your room?

Yeah, I'll put it in my room right now,

how's that?

- Okay.

- All right.

- Dinner's on the table.

- I ain't hungry.

Hey, just because

you're kicking in for food,

don't mean you don't gotta eat.

You still gotta eat.

- I got my shirt on, all right?

- So?

So, I don't want to get anything on it,

that's what.

You got nothing to be afraid of.

Your mother's spaghetti sauce

don't drip.

It don't taste and it don't drip.

Let's go.

How come every day

it's the same thing?

I come home,

you tell me I'm late for dinner

when you know that I gotta work till 6:00

and I can't make dinner on time.

You should've been a priest,

like your brother,

you wouldn't worry about a job.

Yeah.

Every time you mention Frank, Jr.,

you gotta cross yourself?

He's a priest, ain't he?

Father Frank, Jr., your brother.

Your mother doesn't have much

to cross herself about these days.

You're so jealous of Frank, Jr.

- Oh, shut up, will you?

- Hey!

- What are you doing?

- Hey, the shirt! Watch the shirt, stupid.

- Basta!

- All right. Come on.

- Mangia, mangia.

- Yeah, go ahead. Eat, eat.

I got more pork chops, more spaghetti.

What do you mean, you got

more pork chops? I'm out of work.

Yeah, well, as long as we got $1 left,

we eat good in this house.

- What?

- Yeah, I might even get a job myself.

Like hell, you will.

Twenty-five years in construction work,

I always brought home a paycheck.

What, six, seven months

I'm out of work?

Then, all of a sudden, what?

- You're hitting me and talking back.

- All right, all right.

Talking about getting a job

and hitting me.

All right, all right. No hitting,

no slapping at the dinner table. Okay?

That's the rule.

And you was the one that was hitting.

You never hit me before. Never.

Not in front of the kids.

- One pork chop! One!

- Hey, Frank!

It's disgusting, Ma. He's sick.

Will you just watch the hair?

You know, I work on my hair a long time

and you hit it.

He hits my hair.

Take care of his hair.

I'm gonna take a walk.

Tony, you walk me to church later?

Didn't you go already today?

Yeah, confession.

I gotta go back and pray for something.

For what?

I gotta pray

for Father Frank, Jr. To call me.

Why don't you call him direct?

I want him to call me.

A son should call his mother.

Wait a minute. You're going to church

to have God make Frank, Jr. Call you?

- Right.

- I don't believe it.

You know, you're turning God

into a telephone operator.

Go, go, now!

Hey, you scumbags! Get back here!

- A**holes.

- Come on, fuckhead!

Hey, the stubborn f*** won't budge.

- Will you put two hands on the wheel?

- I got two hands on the wheel!

Hey, you know, you a**holes

almost broke my p*ssy finger.

Oh, yeah, you wouldn't know

which one it was.

Hey, get some of this, will you?

Hey, Gus, tell them what we got.

Oh, yeah, we got some ups,

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Norman Wexler

Norman Wexler (August 6, 1926 – August 23, 1999) was an American screenwriter whose work included such films as Saturday Night Fever, Serpico and Joe, for which he received an Oscar nomination in 1971. A Detroit native and 1944 Central High School graduate, Wexler attended Harvard University before moving to New York in 1951. more…

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