Grease 2 Page #4

Tonight

"Always be courteous

when asking for a game.

"Hi, want a game?

Howdy, fellas, let's bowl some balls.

"Bowling, anyone?"

- Another well-deserved victory.

- Yeah, but where's the trophy?

Right here, Johnny.

Oh, kissies.

That's for best average.

Now what about for best score?

- God!

- Touchy!

- What about the trophy for best score?

- I ain't no one's trophy.

She ain't no one's trophy! So that's how

it's gonna be now, Miss lndependent?

Yeah, independent.

I kiss who l want, when l want.

I could kiss the next guy

who walks through that door.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Be my guest.

Let's eat.

- I vote for pizza.

- You vote for bed. It's past ten.

- Go home and leave me alone.

- Bed stinks.

- Is it too late to join the game?

- You want something?

- Food!

- Food!

- Food!

- Food!

- Life stinks.

- Are you talking to me?

- Yeah, you'll do.

- Great.

The name's Michael Carrington.

The name's Dolores.

Dolores Rebchuck.

Some call me Woodchuck

or Upchuck, but l prefer Dolores.

- Got it?

- Got it.

They think they're cool

'cause they got wheels.

- Go home.

- Looks like we don't make the grade.

With them it's all these weird codes

and rules and pledges about cycles.

You gotta be a biker or a biker's old lady.

Without a cycle, forget it.

- Pisses me off.

- We're in the same boat.

I sure can't afford a cycle without a job.

I'm willing to negotiate.

I offered to be a Pink Lady mascot.

It ain't the coolest job, but it's a start.

Think they'd listen?

Forget it. Pisses me off.

It's late. I'd better walk you home.

I don't need a babysitter, OK?

Why not think of it as a date, OK?

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

Come on. When l'm in 1 2th grade,

l'll be head of the Pink Ladies.

They'll rule the school.

They'll be the best.

We'll have the best-looking jackets.

I once tried to put letters on this jacket.

They fell right off.

It was really embarrassing 'cause

it happened in front of my sister Paulette.

- Morning, Mr...

- Stuart.

- You could've killed us, Rhonda.

- Good move.

- Imagine dying a virgin!

- Oh, God.

- Nosebleed.

- Nurse, room 1 1 .

- Good morning, l'm a substitute for...

- Good morning, Miss McGee.

Good morning, Miss...

Mason.

- This is Mr...

- Mr Stuart.

I love your hair, Miss Mason.

Thank you, Mr Stuart.

Miss Mason will help you

while you're learning the ropes.

- My pleasure, l'm sure.

- I'm sure you're sure.

- I'm a substitute for Mr...

- Spears.

Follow me.

That's why we're gonna win this talent

show. 1 00 long-playing albumens.

- But we got zero talent.

- There must be ten Roy Orbisons there.

The greatest hits of Beeth-oven?

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