[Hank Ballard and The Midnighters' "Sexy Ways"]
- ♪ Shake, baby, shake, shake, shake ♪
♪ Till the meat rolls off your bones ♪
[vehicle squeaking]
♪ Shake, baby, shake, shake, shake ♪
♪ Till your momma and daddy comes home ♪
[kissing, light moaning]
♪ Shake, shake
[moans]
[both panting]
[song continues on radio]
Jane, we need to talk.
Before you say anything,
I just wanna say
thank you for the best summer
of my short life.
[chuckles] What? No.
I should be the one thanking you.
First, you saved my hide by helping me
plan a pep rally that is gonna knock
- this whole town's socks off. - [laughs]
But I enjoy that sort of thing.
And then this happened.
And... and this...
Has been a dream.
Yeah.
- I need you to know, I am not some naive girl.
You're popular, and I'm not, and those are just the facts.
- Listen, I know it wasn't easy being the new girl
- at Rydell last year. - It wasn't.
But I started to hope that this year, maybe...
Never mind.
No, what?
I had this dumb idea.
I could run for student council.
And I know that popular kids usually win,
but I thought after everyone sees our pep rally,
maybe I'll have a chance.
And if... when you win president again,
we could still be a team.
As friends, of course. [chuckles]
- Wow. That...
That is a dumb idea.
Jane, we're not gonna be friends.
- Oh. - At least...
At least I hope not.
Because I've been trying to ask you to go steady.
- What? - And you should definitely
run for student council, I'll endorse you.
- This... this isn't the end?
Of course not.
It's only the beginning.
[upbeat jazzy music]
♪
- ♪ I solve my problems, and I see the light ♪
- Is that Brainy Jane? - ♪ We got a lovin' thing
- ♪ We gotta feed it right - In Buddy's jacket?
♪ There ain't no danger
♪ We can go too far both: Aww!
♪ We start believing now
- ♪ That we can be who we are - [groans]
♪ Grease is the word
How did she get that?
Aw, crumbs!
- Susan's going to be crushed.
We better go tell her. [laughs]
- ♪ Grease is the word all: ♪ Grease is the word
♪ It's the word that you heard ♪
♪ It's got groove it's got meaning ♪
♪
♪ Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion ♪
♪ Grease is the way we are feeling ♪
- Jane and Buddy are going steady.
No way!
[laughs]
Right?
Oh, gee.
[both gasp]
♪
Girls, look!
Balenciaga just released his fall line,
and the silhouettes are to die for!
- Nancy. - We're busy.
- With what? - [grunts]
♪
Okay.
- ♪ We take the pressure and we throw away ♪
♪ Conventionality belongs to yesterday ♪
all: ♪ Yesterday
- ♪ There is a chance that we can make it so far ♪
♪ We start believing now that we can be who we are ♪
♪ Grease is the word
[yelps] Weirdo!
Watch where you're going!
[engine rumbles, horn blares]
♪
Move!
- Didn't think she'd show her face again.
[all laugh]
♪
[girls together] Hey, Richie.
♪
[speaking Spanish]
♪
Hey, nobody watch my sister walk away!
All: ♪ Grease is the word, is the word that you heard ♪
♪ It's got groove It's got meaning ♪
Hey, chica!
Where are you going so fast, beautiful?
Oh, sorry, I forgot I need a teaching license
before you put out.
[all laughing]
- ♪ This is a life of illusion ♪
♪ Wrapped up in trouble
♪ Laced with confusion
♪ What are we doing here?
[motor rumbles]
♪ Grease is the word
♪ Whoa, it's got groove
♪ It's got meaning
Happy last day of summer, dipsticks!
All: ♪ Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion ♪
♪ Grease is the way we are feeling ♪
♪ Grease is the word, is the word that you heard ♪
♪ We are feeling
all: ♪ It's got groove it's got meaning ♪
- ♪ Whoa all: ♪ Grease is the word
both: Whoo!
[indistinct chatter]
[horns honking] [laughter]
[crying]
Sorry.
Have a fun summer, Jane?
Yeah, have a fun summer?
Dot, don't be rude!
- Don't be rude. - I'm sorry.
They're just being protective, because, well,
Buddy and I used to go together.
Oh, but that's ancient history.
Now you're going with him, steady.
That makes me so... happy.
- It does? - Of course.
When Jane showed up at Rydell in the middle of last year,
I was worried she'd never find her place.
I suppose I shouldn't have worried, though.
Looks like you fit right in.
- [sobbing] - It's okay.
[toilet flushes]
Hmm.
See you later, alligator.
Dot!
It won't last!
She's so square, she's a cube.
- Ugh, girls, I'm fine. Truly.
Buddy's moved on, and so will I.
♪
[humming]
Just watch.
- The T-Birds? Both: Ew!
They're JDs.
Susan, you wouldn't!
Hm.
[guys laughing]
What do you say, gentlemen?
Let's get loaded!
Ditch this passion pit and have some real fun!
- Sorry, Cynthia. - Ahh!
- The T-Birds are on the prowl tonight.
All right, boys!
You know the drill.
First to get a girl gets the keys.
[burps]
I'll stay with you.
- See the movie. - Are you crazy?
You don't go to the theater to watch a movie.
- That's how come they invented TV.
Get out of here.
Hey, I'm with Shy Guy.
These Rydell chicks are inept.
Now that I'm a junior,
I'm focusing on college.
- [all snickering] - College?
You barely go to class.
Whoa, college girls.
I want the kinda chick who's got her own mind,
her own ideas, her own...
Buy me a soda, Richie?
Let's bop.
[horn honks]
- Hey! How you doing?
- You like cars? - What a drag.
Summer's over.
I'm already freezing my teets off.
- You uh... you wanna borrow my jacket?
- [chuckles] Please! I'm not the type of gal who...
Wait, your T-Birds jacket?
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Look at that.
It suits you.
♪
I'd, uh...
I'd like to see that jacket on you more often.
Finally, someone says it!
I've been too afraid to ask.
You think the other guys would go for it?
Oh.
I meant, um...
Maybe.
Wow.
My own T-Birds jacket.
Night's looking up.
I think I'll go eat my weight in hot dogs.
[indistinct chatter]
Never gonna catch it.
- Everyone, I've got an announcement to make.
Jane and I are going steady.
Wow!
Big commitment.
You could've just paid her to do your homework for you.
[laughter]
You'll get used to Neil.
We all have.
- Welcome to the crew, Jane. - Thanks.
- I wanna travel lots after I graduate.
Tahiti, Machu Picchu...
Bless you.
[laughs loudly]
- [cheering] - Uh, come on.
The movie's about to start.
We don't want to miss it.
- Oh, my God. Do...
Do you think anyone can see us back here?
No.
[upbeat band music]
♪
This part's very romantic.
Watch.
Aww.
♪
- [whispering] Dot! Don't look now,
but there's a boy making eyes at you.
And he's really cute.
So cute.
[laughter]
[laughs]
You guys had me going there.
Popcorn, anyone?
[laughter]
[crowd cheering in movie]
[soft dramatic music]
♪
[both panting]
No! [crying]
Everyone's being nice, Mom.
Just pick me up.
[moaning]
[car creaking]
- Dot, are you the... [receiver clicks]
[coins clink]
Louise, you won't believe it.
They didn't!
Buddy and Jane? [phones ringing]
- All the way? - No!
She is from New York.
- What does that have to do with anything?
- I heard she had a real reputation there.
- Jane? - Went all the way?
- [overlapping voices] - That's why she has...
She's such a nymphomaniac.
And the baby's not Buddy's?
I just found out.
[chatter] [phones ringing]
[alarm ringing]
[upbeat rock music]
♪
- ♪ Spent my best years in the hallways ♪
♪ Hoping the world would see me and my telescopic truth ♪
♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
chorus: ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
♪ Today, I'm gonna burst their eyes wide open ♪
♪ First day of school, and I'm flying in brand new ♪
♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
chorus: ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
♪ New and improved
♪ No more teenage fears
♪ It's gonna be different this year ♪
♪
Ahh.
Mom, please!
- I'm done talking about it, Fran.
- It's my last year of junior high!
I'm practically a woman!
- Pierced ears are for fast girls.
- Betty's doing hers. - Ha!
And what does that tell you?
- You got your ears pierced when you were a baby!
- Because that's how they did things in Puerto Rico.
Here, no one is doing it, so you are not doing it.
[speaking Spanish]
- Uh-uh, no Spanish.
We left that in New York.
Fran, you are half-Italian.
Speak that. [kettle whistling]
- Daddy doesn't even speak Italian.
Sure, I do!
Rigatoni!
[groans]
- Jane, please have a talk with your sister.
This Betty character is a bad seed.
I will.
Later.
Whose jacket was that?
[toaster chimes]
♪
♪ Look out, I am here
♪ It's gonna be different this year ♪
♪
- That goody two-shoes Frigidaire?
- Dream on, boys. - It's true.
I heard she made it with half the Brooklyn Dodgers
before she left New York. [laughter]
- They had an awful season that year.
Oh, look!
It's the belle of the ball!
- Change your face, Richie, or I'll rearrange it.
Ah, let her do it, chato.
Can't get uglier than what you've got now.
[both speaking Spanish]
[whistles]
Lookin' good! [camera shutter clicks]
Hey!
[whistling]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Whoo! - [howls]
♪
- Student council sign-ups.
Jane!
The ladder you requested
for your pep rally banner.
- Gosh, Ms. McGee, are you all right?
- Oh, just enjoying a little vigorous exercise, dear.
Usually, I'd have Rose's help, but she retired
over the summer, and Principal Nicholson felt
there was no need to hire a new secretary,
since I have all the necessary skills
required to do both jobs.
How wonderful to have the confidence
of your superiors.
No hats inside, young man!
[upbeat music]
- [laughter] - We're back, baby.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Ooh, goody-goody! The pep rally!
[laughter, chatter]
I beg your pardon?
I'm sorry, honey.
It's just, my friends here have never been to New York.
And we heard under your skirt is New York City's
most visited tourist attraction.
[laughter]
Come on, morons!
Excuse me.
What else are people saying about me?
- Hey, name's Bennett, and I'm not in it.
Please?
- Look, they're saying you had to flee
the New York mafia to seek treatment
for your nymphomania.
But it didn't work.
Now, you've given Buddy Aldridge venereal disease.
- What? - You're knocked up too.
- Twins! - Different fathers.
Congratulations!
Richie.
Catch you later.
[somber music]
♪
- Buddy, people are saying the most awful things about us.
I know, I heard.
Did you tell somebody about last night?
- Of course not. Did you?
No, no!
- Could somebody have seen us? - Well...
even if they did, we didn't go all the way.
We did other things, but that's different.
And private.
And...
the other rumors?
- [chuckles] Obviously, they're not true.
Buddy, you don't believe them?
No, no.
Of course not.
[sighs] Okay. Okay.
Well, as long as you believe me,
I don't care what anyone else thinks.
Well, maybe we should.
Student council kids are supposed to be
the good, clean-cut type.
Who's gonna vote for us if they think
we're sex deviants with each other?
Right.
We just have to clear our reputations
before the pep rally tonight.
How?
The rumors are everywhere.
We'll divide and conquer.
You take the boys, I'll take the girls,
and eventually, just like with the rumors,
word will get around.
- See, this is why you date a brain.
[laughs]
Don't worry.
- We can fix this. - [sighs]
It'll be a...
snap.
[bell dinging]
- Good morning, boys and girls,
and welcome to the 1954-55 school year,
sure to be our greatest year at Rydell yet.
It's time to make new friends.
♪ Make new friends, but keep the old ♪
♪ One is silver, and the other's gold ♪
[xylophone chimes]
Was it on?
I'm not sure.
[Big Maybelle's "I've Got a Feeling]
♪ Ooh
♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh
[girl yelps]
♪
Olivia!
Saved you a seat...
on my lap!
[laughs]
Maybe you've heard.
I don't fraternize with high school boys.
- ♪ Strange things are happening ♪
♪ Things that I just can't understand ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Hello, you may have heard some unfortunate
rumors about...
About me and Buddy Aldridge.
Hello, I...
Whoa! Back up, sister.
We don't wanna get the clap.
I don't have the clap.
What... what is the clap?
We don't know!
And we don't wanna find out.
[tense music]
♪
- That's it. - All right, all right, fellas,
but that's not what happened.
We are waiting for marriage.
Come on.
[indistinct chatter]
♪
- Hello, you may have heard...
- I don't care about your sex life.
- But I didn't...
I don't have one.
- That makes sense. - [sighs]
Thank you!
Would you tell your friends that, too?
Probably not.
My friends and I only talk about interesting things.
Sorry.
Girls!
Hello!
Hi, Nancy.
Look, they finally came!
- Our applications! - For what?
- For the Traphagen School of Fashion.
Our dream.
Feel them.
Even the paper is luxurious.
Mmm.
- We are one step closer to becoming
famous New York designers
and getting out of this dump.
Nancy?
We promised Roy and Bill we'd eat lunch with them today.
On the bleachers.
The bleachers?
They're only for JDs and tonsil hockey.
Oh.
OK, let's go.
Hi. I'm Jane.
Hi. I'm busy.
I'll make it quick.
I just wanted to address some rumors
going around about me and Buddy Aldridge
going all the way.
They are not true, and quite frankly,
- I just think... - A little advice?
Please.
- Once the gossip train gets going around here,
there's no going back to the station.
Either get on in the direction it's going,
or get run over.
Wow.
Thank you so much for that advice.
But I do think most kids here at Rydell are reasonable.
- I just... - Okay, honey.
- It was a misunder... - Take a glass half-full,
and drown in it, then.
- Richie! Richie!
- Hi! - Oh, hi, Susan.
- I had a wonderful time last night.
Yeah, good flick.
Yeah, it was really romantic.
Richie. Richie!
Are you gonna ask me on another date or what?
- Listen, I'm real sorry, but I can't.
Why not?
Because kissing you
is like going through a car wash without a car!
[laughter]
[screams]
Oh, Richie Valdovinos, you're despicable!
[huffing]
- Uh-oh.
What is it?
- Oh. - What's going on here?
- I had one soda with him last night to be nice,
and now he won't leave me alone.
- He's stalking me! - She's flipped!
She's been tracking me like a bloodhound all day!
- As if I would chase after a boy like him!
- What's that supposed to mean? - It means
she doesn't wanna be bothered by any lowlife,
dirty greasers.
Or their whore sisters.
- Nobody talks about...
- Oh! [grunting]
Oh, nice one.
Yeah! Stay down.
[laughter]
Stop!
Wait!
Richie...
Richie was telling the truth, I saw it.
I was under the bleachers.
Well, that figures.
[snickering]
- Richie rejected Susan for a second date,
not the other way around.
He was a little rude about it.
- Richie Valdovinos has never even had a second date.
- Yeah, not with a girl like her.
- Susan, someone could get hurt.
- I may have exaggerated a little.
Okay, that's it.
Everybody, move on. Come on.
Fine.
Just remember your place here at Rydell, turkeys.
- Come on! - [gobbling]
[school bell ringing]
- We will be studying cooking, cleaning,
rearing children, sewing, and budgeting for the home.
What else does the modern woman need to know?
- I hear Jane could teach us a few things.
[snickering]
[clears throat]
I'm going to go grab the tuna from the cafeteria
for our Jell-O molds.
You may begin your assigned tasks.
[sewing machines whirring]
- You know, you're right, Susan.
I think Jane could teach us a few things
about those kinds of girls.
Oh, yeah?
And it's not what you think.
♪
- ♪ My cousin in New York knows Janey ♪
♪ Said all the girls there hate Miss Brainy ♪
♪ See, NYC girls are so risqu ♪
♪ They love fun, they love guns ♪
♪ They love whiskey
♪ They're sex-crazed and gang-adjacent ♪
♪ so goody two-shoes Jane and her boring killjoy ways ♪
♪ Drove the New York girls insane ♪
♪ And she'd kill their fun in every way ♪
♪ They'd say
chorus: ♪ Shake, shake, shake off
♪ That good girl act
♪ Shake, shake, shake off
♪ That good girl act
♪ Out all night with the fakest of IDs ♪
♪ Borough to borough, dropping boys to their knees ♪
♪ So much eyeliner they can't even see ♪
♪ Jane clutched her pearls as she held back her scream ♪
♪ Then they'd say, good girls finish last ♪
♪ And nice guys, they finish too fast, yeah ♪
♪ So give in, embrace the bad
♪ And shake, shake, shake, shake off ♪
♪ That good girl act
♪ Shake, shake, shake off
♪ That good girl act
♪ Shake, shake, shake off
♪ That good girl act
- ♪ These New York girls, tell me, what do they wear? ♪
- ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh - ♪ Heels so high
♪ They make the baddest boys stare ♪
- ♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh - ♪ Sweaters so tight
♪ That the seams would all tear ♪
♪ And in the back of the car
♪ Nothing but a smile, my dear ♪
♪ Then they'd say
♪ Good girls finish last
♪ And nice guys they finish too fast, yeah ♪
♪ So give in, embrace the bad
♪ And shake, shake, shake
♪ Shake off that good girl act ♪
♪ Shake, shake, shake off
♪ That good girl act
♪ Shake, shake, shake off
♪ They tried seducing her into a life ♪
♪ Of sex, drugs, and crime
♪ She had the strength to resist ♪
♪ Every single time [alarm dings]
- ♪ They'd smoke - ♪ She'd choke
- ♪ They'd stray - ♪ She'd pray
- ♪ They'd steal - ♪ She'd pay
all: ♪ And tip
- ♪ The girls would come after her ♪
♪ Verbally massacre
♪ Then it got physical
♪ Beat down by mannequin fists ♪
♪ Jane went to confession,
♪ Exposed the girls messing
♪ Around with strange boys
♪ With drugs and possession
♪ The priest called the police ♪
♪ The police came knocking
♪ The girls got the word
♪ That Jane did the talking
♪ So they circled the building ♪
♪ Screaming and shouting
♪ Set out of town
♪ Or we'll do some pounding, yeah ♪
♪
♪ Shake, shake, shake off
- ♪ Shake off that good girl act ♪
♪ Shake, shake, shake off
- ♪ Shake off that good girl act ♪
- ♪ Shake, shake, shake off - Stop it!
What are you doing!
- Having fun! Try it, Susan.
♪
Ladies!
[squealing]
♪
[screams]
[gasping, panting]
Who started this?
♪
This is marvelous.
Now I can tell everyone here what I think about them
without saying a word.
Hall passes, anyone?
Oh.
Please, sit down.
We don't want to get into any more trouble!
Okay.
Oh, man.
I don't know how I got caught up in all this.
- [chuckles] You have a real funny way
of saying thank you, you know that?
- If you could just take a few moments
to approve these budgets, I filled out
everything in triplicate.
- I have lunch with the boosters.
Oh. Hm. [chuckles]
- I...
Ms. Valdovinos, my office.
For your decolletage.
[sniffs]
Smells like Friday nights at home. [scoffs]
From your personal collection?
I'm calling your mother.
No, wait!
She said if I screw up again, she'll send me
to St. Bernadette's.
The nuns hit you there. [chuckles]
I've never gone to school without my brother, so...
- Last year, after your incident with Mr. Daniels,
I advocated for you to stay at Rydell,
because you're a promising student,
and I believe in second chances.
I do not believe in third chances.
Yes, Ms. McGee.
- Ladies, first days are difficult.
But remember, future misbehavior
will not be tolerated.
Thanks a mil, Ms. McGee.
- Ms. Zdunowski, a reminder.
Try as you might,
you'll never be one of the boys.
- Kinda like you'll never be a real principal, eh?
Jane, you're a good girl.
You must be careful with whom you associate.
After all, a girl's reputation is all that she has.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
[school bell ringing]
[upbeat music]
Jane!
You didn't get into much trouble, did you?
Did you get the paddle?
- No. - We're sorry
we believed all those rumors.
Especially after what you went through in New York.
Jeepers, I hope we can still be friends.
Sure.
Is Susan all right?
Don't worry about her.
She's a moody Judy.
She'll snap out of it.
- What's going on? Heard you were in
- the principal's office? - Well...
[chuckles softy]
I did it.
I cleared our reputations.
Hey, that's swell!
- [laughs] - I knew you'd do it.
Uh, I gotta run to practice, but...
[dramatic music]
all: Aww!
♪
We've gotta do something!
The T-Bird name demands respect.
- The T-Bird jacket demands respect.
- Speaking of jackets...
- Let's just forget the whole thing.
You know our place?
Our place is at the top.
- I wanna be a T-Bird.
- [scoffs] [all laughing]
- Come on! Fellas, I'm serious.
I'm with you guys all the time, anyway.
And I always bring the booze and reefer.
- Reefer? You got us one half a birdie, one time.
You smoked it!
Please, I'll earn my way in.
A bona fide initiation.
Initiation?
What are you gonna do?
I'll get you revenge.
♪
The world's changing, boys!
Howdy Doody, Joe College he's on the way out!
The wild one, Marlon Brando, the T-Birds.
That's who's next.
We got the cars, the bikes, the chops.
Yeah, we're covered in grease!
That's why we're so slick!
We just gotta 'em know it.
♪
♪ No more disrespecting
♪ No more gettin' double decking ♪
♪ Better bet that I'll be checking every square I know ♪
♪ Teach the social lesson might be Catholic
♪ As confession but no more genuflectin' ♪
I'm Jewish, though!
- ♪ Down with the phonies and up with the new cool ♪
♪ The T-Birds are ruling the new school ♪
♪ Down with the phonies and up with the new cool ♪
♪ The T-Bird are ruling the new school ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh
all: ♪ The new cool, yeah, the new cool, yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh
all: ♪ The new cool, yeah, the new cool ♪
♪ Come on, someone tell me
♪ Why do all the pretty preppies
♪ Run the school like Thomas Jeffy? ♪
♪ 'Cause their Daddy's rich
- ♪ It's 'cause they're Anglos, no offense ♪
♪ With khaki pants their mamas pressed ♪
- ♪ Silver spoons in all their fists ♪
♪ This BS has gotta end
- ♪ Down with the phonies and up with the new cool ♪
♪ The T-Birds are ruling the new school ♪
♪ Down with the phonies and up with the new cool ♪
♪ The T-Birds are ruling the new school ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh
all: ♪ The new cool, yeah, the new cool, yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh
all: ♪ The new cool, yeah, the new cool ♪
- ♪ All the footballers, they aren't that much taller ♪
♪ And somehow they lose every game ♪
all: Somehow they lose every game!
- ♪ But with starch on their collars ♪
♪ And their daddy's dollars
♪ They still walk away with the fame, okay ♪
- ♪ We got the sexiest cars, souped up to Mars ♪
♪ We got the battling scars from living real hard ♪
♪ We got the good kinda nerve the kind that's been earned ♪
♪ It's a brand new world
♪ We're stealing your girls
all: ♪ The T-Birds are ruling the new school ♪
♪ Yeah, gimme some more
♪ Hoo, yeah, gimme some more ♪
♪ Hoo, yeah, gimme some more
♪ Gimme some more, gimme some more ♪
♪ Hoo, yeah, gimme some more ♪
♪ Hoo, yeah, gimme some more
♪ Hoo, yeah, gimme some more ♪
♪ The T-Birds are ruling the new school ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah
- ♪ The new cool, yeah, the new cool, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah
- ♪ The new cool, yeah the new cool, yeah ♪
- ♪ Hey, in the morning, I got my own jacket ♪
- ♪ The new cool, yeah the new cool, yeah ♪
♪ Oh
♪ We got the new cool, yeah
♪ The new cool [engine rumbling]
[tires screech]
- So how are we getting this revenge?
- We're gonna disrupt their dumb little
hero-worship ceremony tonight.
- The pep rally? - And if we pull it off,
I get my own T-Birds jacket.
- Hell, if we pull it off, I'll give you mine.
- Whoo-hoo!
[laughter]
[marching band playing]
♪
Whoo! Yeah!
♪
- Oh, so this is what a pep rally looks like, huh?
Very nice.
Yeah.
Too bad we're gonna ruin it!
- Do you know where the bathrooms are?
Around to the left?
People are starting to come, so make sure that the cars
- don't park past the cones. - You got it, Jane!
- Come on, guys, let's go! - Look at this!
- We're so proud of you, princess.
- And it's nice to have a reason
to be proud of your daughter.
Aren't they stunning?
- Oh! - That Betty did this to her,
and she gave your sister the most vulgar nickname...
Frenchy.
You've just got to talk to her.
I will.
Later.
Excuse me.
Great.
- Don't you have some cheerleaders to stack
in a pyramid or something?
- I don't blame you for being upset with me.
You saved my life today.
And I didn't even get in trouble for it,
- and that's not fair. - At ease, Doris Day.
I'm used to it.
- I know it's none of my business,
what happened between you and...
Mr. Daniels.
But I know people have got it all wrong.
Careful with them.
They're not all bad.
Hey! You should come to the Frosty Palace with us after.
You're kidding.
- I just noticed that you're always...
Alone.
And, well, wouldn't high school be more fun with friends?
- People like you have fun in high school.
People like me survive.
Jane!
Everyone's hopelessly confused about their cues.
Help us!
[somber "Grease" instrumental]
♪
You're dumping me?
- We know we used to be the three musketeers.
But Edith and I...
we've matured.
[marching band playing]
♪
[crowd cheering]
♪
Welcome, Rydell Rangers!
[cheers and applause]
♪
Here's our Rydell cheerleaders!
[cheering]
♪
[mouthing words]
♪
Oh!
Puppets!
Wait, where are the mascots?
[together] Come on, Red, come on, White.
Go, Rydell, fight, fight, fight!
Come on, Red, come on, White.
Go, Rydell, fight, fight, fight!
♪
[music stops] [crowd falls silent]
[crowd exclaiming]
[dark music]
♪
[people murmuring]
[laughter]
♪
What the hell is happening?
Now, go, go, go, go!
- All right, let's go, let's go!
[cheering]
[marching band plays]
♪
[crowd exclaiming]
[laughter] [indistinct chatter]
Put those away!
I wanna see those in my office!
[laughter]
- What's your deal? Get with the program!
[crowd quiets]
Rydell Rangers are losers!
- Whoa, hey! [crowd jeering]
- T-Birds rule! [booing]
- Ms. McGee, do something! - Stop it!
- Let's go! Let's go! Run! - Stop it! Stop it!
You! Come here, you!
I'm gonna get you!
You're not gonna outrun me. [laughter]
[dark music]
♪
Whew!
Jane's fast!
Poor choice of words.
- [indistinct] - Again? Ugh!
- I thought you said we were friends!
- That's before we found out you lied to us.
We believed you, Jane.
- And what, you believe Susan now?
No.
They believe Buddy.
He told Neil at practice exactly what you did
to get that jacket.
- No I... [engine starts]
[car doors shut]
[Wynona Carr's "Ding Dong Daddy"]
♪
- ♪ I want a ding-dong daddy - ♪ Ding-dong daddy
[cheering] ♪ I want a ding-dong daddy
- ♪ Ding-dong daddy - ♪ I want a ding-dong daddy
- ♪ Ding-dong daddy
- Hey, fellas. That was a real kick.
- Any quotes for the "Rydell Review"?
- Whatever are you talking about?
- Yeah, we got no idea who were behind those masked derrieres.
[laughter]
Hey, go easy now, boys.
Hey, where have you been?
McGee caught me.
But don't you guys worry.
I told her it was my idea.
Thanks, Cynth.
You're a champ.
- So you need my measurements for that jacket, or...
- The thing is, the T-Birds just got
a little respect around here.
We can't let a girl in the gang now.
- You can still pal around with us.
We all want that.
Ah!
Don't worry about it. It was a stupid idea anyway.
Hey, I'll catch you guys later!
Oh, sorry!
Oh, hey.
Sorry.
Tough night.
Yeah.
Sorry. I... I have to go.
Yeah. Sure.
I get it.
- Did you tell Neil we went all the way?
What?
No.
Look, it's just how guys talk.
Nobody believes half of it.
He said he wouldn't tell anyone.
Neil?
He's got the biggest mouth at Rydell!
- Well, we almost went all the way,
and you were pretty eager to do the things we did.
- So were you. - Well, yeah, but...
But girls are supposed to...
Well, you know...
Put up a fight.
What?
It's not as bad as it seems.
These things blow over.
Maybe for you.
- Wait, I'm sorry. I'm a jerk. Jane!
I love you!
[sighs]
I love you.
[rock song playing over speakers]
♪
Okay.
[sighs] Okay.
So what now?
I've thought this through.
And I think we have to break up.
Not... not for real.
It's just until after the election.
I'll run, and then when I win, I'll bring you back on.
And we can still see each other in secret until then.
It'll be like summer.
♪
- Good thinking, make it, uh, look like...
Summer's over.
[somber music]
♪
[sighs]
♪
[panting, sighs]
You embarrassed us tonight.
- You even going to ask if it's true?
I know it's not true.
But if people think it's true, you must have put yourself
in some kind of situation.
We're trying to fit in here.
You need to be mindful of that.
♪
[door shuts]
[exhales]
♪
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Hi. - Fran!
Sorry.
Sometimes I sneak into your room
when you're gone, because it's so much nicer than mine,
and then I heard Mom come in, and...
Hey, uh, Mom said you wanted to talk to me?
- Mother thinks your friend, Betty, is a bad influence.
[scoffs] You're one to talk!
- Betty, you promised you'd stay put.
- And Miss Mary Magdalene preaching.
What is she doing here?
- We have secret sleepovers sometimes.
- Don't tell Mom. - Yeah.
She might take the stick out of her ass and hit us with it.
Fran?
This girl does seem like trouble.
Maybe you should consider different company.
- No. When I moved here,
I got bullied every day at school.
- Oh. - By Betty.
She made fun of how fast I talked,
and how strange I talked, and how much I talked,
and I'd just laugh it off, you know.
'Cause what else can you do?
Except talk less.
So one day, a boy was teasing me about my voice,
and Betty walked right up and kicked him
right in the family jewels!
Said only she can talk to me like that.
After that, I walked right on up to her
and said, Betty Rizzo, meet your new best friend.
And she said, fine.
But I knew she meant you're my best friend, too.
So I'm sorry, but I'm not dropping Betty.
'Cause a friend like her is the only way
I'm gonna survive junior high.
Deal with it.
[upbeat music]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- So you're right about the Socs.
- Obviously. - I know.
- I was thinking, after what happened to me last night,
and to you last year...
- We should become lifelong pals forever and ever.
Wouldn't that just be the most?
You know what?
You can drown in a glass half-empty too.
- All right, settle down. [school bell rings]
[indistinct chatter]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Quiet.
Settle down, everyone.
♪
Okay.
Shh. Okay, everyone.
Shh. Okay, okay, okay.
Please pay attention.
Settle down.
Settle down, everybody. [chatter stops]
All candidates to the stage. All candidates to the stage.
- I want to promise you all that nothing
like the shenanigans of last night's pep rally
will ever happen again.
As the current class president,
I take responsibility for that.
I failed you.
It wasn't his fault.
Poor Buddy.
Such a good guy.
- But know that because I failed you,
I will work harder than ever to win back your trust.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
If you vote for me, I promise that things
will go back to like before,
so we can all just have fun again.
[applause]
And I endorse him!
Let's have fun like we did before!
[together] Vote for Buddy in '54!
- Let's have fun like we did before!
All: Vote for Buddy in '54!
[cheers and applause]
Vote for Buddy in '54!
All right, all right.
All right. That's enough.
And now, for the candidates for student council.
First up, Jane Facciano.
[crowd murmuring]
Jane?
- I... I don't wanna run anymore.
- It's okay, Jane. You may be seated.
- Slut! [laughter]
Who said that?
[uplifting "Grease" theme]
♪
- I just wanna say that I don't think Rydell
was so fun for everyone before.
It wasn't for me.
And I know it hasn't been for a lot of kids who don't fit in
for whatever reason, 'cause we're considered strange
or the wrong type.
The truth is that most people in this auditorium
aren't popular.
Some don't even want to be.
We just wanna be ourselves
but we haven't even gotten the chance to do that yet
or to have fun.
'Cause we're too busy just trying to survive high school.
Maybe you've accepted that.
Maybe you're used to things being that way at Rydell.
♪
As the new girl, I'll tell you,
it's crap.
Whoo!
- Jane, if you're not going to run...
I endorse her.
You can't endorse her.
She isn't running for anything.
Well, maybe she should.
I endorse her too.
[crowd murmuring]
Me three!
Get off the stage!
- [crowd booing] - Tramp!
- Spaz! [shouting, booing]
Stop it. Stop it.
I will give you all detention!
All of you!
All of you will fit in my office!
Now, Jane, would you like to throw
your hat back into the ring?
Yes.
For president.
- What? [murmuring]
[booing]
[snapping, booing]
Boo!
[applause]
Vote for Jane!
[crowd exclaims]
[laughs]
[cheering, shouting]
[cheers and applause]
Nobody look at my sister!
[cheering wildly]
This is indecent!
This is fantastic!
- I'm developing a sudden interest in politics!
Where do I register?
- Pull those skirts up right now!
[Ruth Brown's "Mambo Baby"]
Make Rydell fun for everyone!
♪
♪ All my baby
- This way! - ♪ Wants to do is the mambo
Oh, my God!
♪
♪ All my baby wants to do is the mambo ♪
♪ Morning, noon
Ghost it!
- ♪ With the mambo [engine starts]
♪ It goes [engine revving]
[tires screeching]
- Hey, hey, hey! That's my car!
Ha! I taught her that.
[cheering]
[screaming, laughing]
Whoo!
We did that.
♪
- ♪ Holy smokes, what did we just do? ♪
- ♪ That was crazy, baby, breaking news ♪
- ♪ I got chills running right, right through me ♪
- ♪ What is this feeling? Is this the new me? ♪
- ♪ Oh, my God, there's no going back ♪
- ♪ I'm on the verge of a heart attack ♪
♪ How could we have been so stupid? ♪
- ♪ I don't know, it's kinda fun being ruthless ♪
- ♪ Go ahead, lock me up I'm done ♪
all: ♪ I'd rather that than hold my tongue ♪
- ♪ Who am I to think I could run? ♪
♪ What would my campaign be?
All: ♪ Presidential slut
- ♪ Two days ago, I was in his jacket ♪
♪ Now I've burned my whole life with matches ♪
both: ♪ Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? ♪
- ♪ I threw away every ounce of the love ♪
- ♪ What the hell are you talking about? ♪
♪ You're acting like we're six feet down ♪
- ♪ Who said boys are the king of jackets? ♪
- ♪ Those tasteless dogs don't dictate fashion ♪
♪ No more teenage tears
♪ Over ugly outerwear
all: ♪ It's gonna be different this year ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪
- ♪ There's no going back, but who would wanna? ♪
♪ Sure, we're outcast
♪ But that's the new kind of cool ♪
♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh all: ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
♪ New and improved
- ♪ We don't need a letterman or a leather ♪
all: ♪ Powerless apart but strong together, ooh ♪
- ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh - ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
- ♪ Yeah, and that's the truth ♪
all: ♪ No more teenage fears
♪ It's gonna be different this year ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Four of us together
♪ We should start a new gang
♪ We'll rule the school
♪ Doing like a big bang, boom ♪
- ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh - ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
all: ♪ New and improved
- ♪ Back each other up build a little clout ♪
♪ Show them the new fitting in is standing out, vavoom ♪
- ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh - ♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh
- ♪ Yeah, and that's the truth ♪
♪ No more teenage fears
♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh
all: ♪ We're the new top tier
♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh
all: ♪ Look out, we are here
♪ It's gonna be different this year ♪
- We're gonna need some jackets.
[upbeat "Grease" theme]
♪