Kenickie: You're cruisin' for a bruisin'
Rizzo: (suggesting possible dates for dance) What about Rudy from the Capri Lounge? Marty: (annoyed) Get serious! Rizzo: It's just a suggestion. Marty: Well, I already called him.
Doody: The problem's in this rubber band engine. Kenickie: The problem's in your mouth. Sonny: Kenickie, got any Scotch tape?
Sandy: What if they dance diffently than we do back home? Rizzo: Hey don't worry, maybe you'll invent the kangaroo bop.
Marty: What's with you tonight? Rizzo: I feel like a defective typewriter. Marty: Huh? Rizzo: I skipped a period. Marty: Think you're P.G.?
Vince: Thank you, fans and friends and odds and ends. And now, for you gals and guys, a few words to the wise. You Jims and Sals are my best pals. And to look your best for the big contest, just be yourselves and have a ball. That's what it's all about, after all. So, forget about the camera and think about the beat. We'll give the folks at home a real big treat. Don't worry about where the camera is, just keep on dancin', that's your biz. Hey, if I tap your shoulder, move to the side. Let the others finish the ride! This is the event you've all been waiting for, the National Dance-Off. And away we go with Johnny Casino and the Gamblers!
The Teen Angel: (singing) Well they couldn't teach you anything/ You think you're such a looker/ But no customer would go to you/ Unless she was a hooker.
Putzie: (nervously) I think there's more to you than just fat. Jan: (sincerely) Thanks.
Jan: Don't let me near the refreshment stand! Jan: Take my money away from me! I'm not hungry! I'M NOT HUNGRY!
Vi: (as Sonny, Doodie, and Putzi moon the television audience during National Bandstand) I wonder who that is on the right?
Kenickie: (Kenickie, Rizzo and Frenchie are left alone at the diner) Oh, great. I get stuck with the check again. (Looks at Rizzo) Kenickie: Gimme money. (Rizzo glares at him) Kenickie: Okay, what's with you tonight, huh? You got the personality of a wet mop! Rizzo: Don't start with me! Kenickie: Oh, sure! Fine! Eureka! How 'bout I finish with ya, huh? Rizzo: Finish this! (She throws her milkshake in his face, and then throws him his T-Bird jacket) Rizzo: To you from me, PinkyLee! Sorry, French. Kenickie: (Chasing after Rizzo) Hey! Rizzo! I wanna talk to you! NOW!
Rizzo: (after telling Marty that she thinks she might be pregnant) Marty, you ain't gonna tell anybody about this, right? Marty: Oh sure, Riz, look: I'll take it to the grave. Marty: (Marty turns and pushes her way past people, Rizzo following her) Coming through, coming through. Lady with a baby.
Danny: You've gotta make friends with the cameraman. Sandy: The cameraman? Danny: Yeah, his name's Ted.
Frenchy: Vi, what do you think of waitressing? Vi: You're too young to know.
Sandy: Frenchie, I don't feel so good. Rizzo: Think of it this way if she screws you up she can always fix your hair so your ears don't show.
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