Grease Page #5

That's cool, baby. You know how it

is. Rockin' and rollin' and whatnot.

- Danny?

- That's my name, don't wear it out.

- What's the matter with you?

- What's the matter with me?

What's the matter with you?

What happened to the Danny Zuko

I met at the beach?

Well, I do not know.

Maybe there's two of us, right?

Why don't you take out

a missing-persons ad or...

...try the Yellow Pages?

I don't know.

You're a fake and a phoney.

I wish I'd never laid eyes on you.

(all) Ooohhh...

I wonder if she carries

silver bullets!

So she laid her eyes on you,

huh, Zuko?

I bet that's not all

she's laid on him.

- Hey, Zuke! I got a car, remember?

- Come on, Danny.

- Who's got beer money?

- I swiped my brother's ID.

He was so nice to me this summer.

Listen, Sandy, men are rats.

Listen to me.

They're fleas on rats.

Worse than that,

they're amoebas on fleas on rats.

I mean, they're too low

for even the dogs to bite.

The only man a girl can depend on

is her daddy.

You know what you need?

A night out with the girls.

We're having a sleep-over

at my house tonight. Wanna come?

Good. You'll love it. Come on.

Hey, look at Jan.

# Brush-a, brush-a, brush-a

Get the new Ipana

# With the brand-new flavour

It's dandy for your teeth

# Brush-a, brush-a, brush-a,

New Ipana toothpaste

# Brush-a, brush-a, brush-a

Knocks out decay germs fast

# Fast, fast, you sure are right

Turn it off.

- Hand me a ciggie butt.

- Yeah, me, too.

- Want one, Sandy?

- I don't smoke.

- You don't?

- Go ahead, try it. It won't kill ya.

Oh, I forgot to say, you shouldn't

inhale unless you're used to it.

Sandy, let me teach you how to

French inhale. It's really cool.

God. That is

the ugliest-Iooking thing I ever saw.

The guys really go for it.

It's how I got my nickname.

Sure it is.

OK, how about a little Sneaky Pete

to get the party goin'?

Italian Swiss Colony?

Wow, it's imported.

I brought Twinkies.

Anybody want one?

Twinkies and wine?

That's real class, Jan.

It says right here

it is a dessert wine.

Hey, Sandy didn't get any wine.

- Oh, that's OK.

- I bet you never had a drink before.

I had champagne

at my cousin's wedding once.

Ring-a-ding-ding!

What's wrong? We don't got cooties.

Hey, Sandy. Would you like me

to pierce your ears for ya?

- (jeering)

- Shut up!

Isn't it awfully dangerous?

I know what I'm doing.

I'm going to be a beautician.

- What's the matter? You afraid?

- No, I'm not.

- Here, Frenchy, use my virgin pin.

- It's good for somethin'.

- It's not a good idea.

- It's OK.

My father won't like it. (screams)

Sandy, let's go into the bathroom.

My mother'll kill me

if I get blood on the carpet.

- It only bleeds for a second.

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