The Making of 'Cry Baby' Page #3

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with that devil woman.

Hi, Mrs. Hackett.

Imagine our shame.

Our only child, and he

carries illegal weapons,

drives fast cars,

and wears clothes obviously

designed by homosexuals.

But he knows better.

Jesus is still in his heart.

Jeez, Mom and Dad, go home.

You're embarrassing me.

I'm a teenager. I want to live.

##[Music playing]

Hey!

Looks like somebody lost their laundry.

Hello, Cry-Baby.

You scorch me, man.

Later, Lenora.

But, Cry-Baby, I need a date

for tonight's Jukebox Jamboree.

Well, I'm solo, sugar.

Want to see these

gunboats? I give, Cry-Baby.

I give bare second on the first date.

Use your mentality and cool down.

Well, Lenora, your bosoms ain't nothing.

Better watch it, bozo.

You might catch a cold.

My brother wouldn't touch your

titties with a 10-foot pole.

He likes his women

bad, Lenora, not cheap.

##[Scatting]

# Oh, life could be a dream #

# If I could take you

up in paradise up above #

# If you would tell me I'm

the only one that you love #

[girls chattering] # Life

could be a dream, sweetheart #

# Hello hello again, sh-boom,

and hopin' we'll meet again #

# Oh, life could be a dream #

# If only all my precious plans #

# Would come true #

# If you would let me spend

my whole life lovin' you #

# Life could be a dream #

# Sweetheart #

# Sh-boom

sh-boom #

# Ya-da-da Da-da-da

Da-da-da Da #

# Sh-boom

sh-boom #

# Ya-da-da Da-da-da

Da-da-da Da #

# Sh-boom

sh-boom #

# Ya-da-da Da-da-da

Da-da-da Da, sh-boom #

[girls squealing]

# Now every time, I look at you #

# Something is on my mind #

# If you do what I want you to do #

# Baby, we'd be so fine #

# Oh, life could be a dream #

# If I could take you

up in paradise up above #

# If you would tell me I'm

the only one that you love #

# Life could be a dream, sweetheart #

# Hello hello again, sh-boom

and hopin' we'll meet again #

# Sh-boom

sh-boom #

# Life could be a dream, sweetheart ##

[audience applauding]

Uncle Belvedere!

Wow!

You caught me in my birthday suit,

butt-naked.

Grandma, we're home!

How much?

(Ramona) That muffler?

Dupree, for you

$15, take it or leave it.

Come on, Ramona.

$10. This thing's hotter than a pistol.

You guys wanna do business

with Ramona Rickettes

or would you rather shop at Sears?

Now, give me the bread

and keep your trap shut.

You're a hard woman.

I'm going to see you in hell, Dupree.

[Laughing] Go on, get out of here.

[Kids chattering]

Have you been bothering

your great-grandma all day?

She has customers.

Hell, no. They helped me steal a car.

It's a '51 Olds.

It's really cool.

That's my little Snare-Drum.

And, Ma, I swiped six

hubcaps like a big girl.

Way to go, Susie-Q.

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