Rizzo: Where are you goin'? To flog your log?
Danny: Much better than hanging around here with you dorks.
Vince: Hi, I'm Vince Fontaine, I'm judging the dance contest.
Marty: I don't think I'm entered.
Vince: A knockout like you? What's your name?
Vince: Marty what?
Marty: Maraschino. You know, as in cherry.
Danny: You can't just walk out of a drive-in.
Sonny: Geez! Every teacher I got this year has flunked me at least once!
Doody: Yeah well if you don't watch it your gonna be spending all your time in McGee's office
Sonny: Yeah well this year she's gonna wish she's never seen me
Doody: OH yeah? and what are you gonna do?
Sonny: I just not going to take any of her crap thats all, I don't take no crap from nobody
Principal McGee: Sonny?
Sonny: Oh, Hello ma'am
Principal McGee: Aren't you suppose to be in homeroom right now?
Sonny: I was just going for a walk
Principal McGee: You were just dwalding weren't you?
Sonny: Yes ma'am
Principal McGee: That is no way to start a new semester Mr. Lateria
Sonny: Another butibontana
Principal McGee: Perhaps a session of banging erasers after school would put you on the right track?
Sonny: yes ma'am
Principal McGee: Are you just going to stand there all day?
Sonny: No ma'am, I mean yes ma'am I just...
Principal McGee: Well which is it, yes or no?
Sonny: No Ma'am
Principal McGee: Good! Then MOVE!
Sonny: Yes Ma'am
Danny: I'm sure glad you didn't take any of her crap Sonny, you would of really told her off huh?
Sandy: [Danny is trying to make out with Sandy] No, Danny!
Danny: Sandy, don't worry about it, nobody's watching.
Sandy: Danny, get off me!
Danny: Come on, Sandy, what's the matter with you? I thought I meant something to you!
Sandy: Meant something to you! You think I'm going to stay here with you in this? this sin wagon? You can take this piece of tin!
[throws his class ring at him and runs away]
Danny: Sandy, you just can't walk out of a drive-in!
Vince: It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's what you do with your dancin' shoes.
Marty: What's with you tonight?
Rizzo: I feel like a defective typewriter.
Rizzo: I skipped a period.
Marty: Think you're P.G.?
Sandy: I'm going back to Australia; I might never see you again.
Danny: Don't... don't talk that way, Sandy.
Sandy: But it's true! I've just had the best summer of my life, and now I have to go away. It isn't fair.
[Danny starts kissing her]
Sandy: Danny, don't spoil it!
Danny: It's not spoiling it, Sandy, it's only making it better.
Sandy: Danny... is this the end?
Danny: Of course not; it's only the beginning.
Danny: That's cool baby, you know how it is, rockin' and rollin' and what not.
Danny: That's my name, don't wear it out.
Sandy: What's the matter with you?
Danny: What's the matter with me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Sandy: What happened to the Danny Zuko I met at the beach?
Danny: Well I do not know. Maybe there's two of us. Why don't you take out a missing person's ad? Or try the yellow pages, I don't know.
Sandy: You're a fake and a phony and I wish I never laid eyes on you!
Jan: You mean you're dropping out?
Frenchy: I don't look at it as dropping out! I look at it as a very strategic career move.
Patty: Oh you MUST think I'm a terrible clod for not introducing myself to your friend!... Hi, I'm Patty Simcox...
[moves to sit down]
Patty: Welcome to RydELL OH!
[sits on Jan's apple. Jan removes it as Patty sits down and shoots dirty look at Rizzo and Marty]
Patty: ...well I hope you'll be at cheerleader tryouts. We'll have so much fun and get to be life-long friends!
Kenickie: Hey Rizzo, I hear you're knocked up.
Rizzo: You do huh? Boy, good new really travels fast.
[shoots Marty a look of contempt]
Kenickie: Hey listen, why didn'tcha tell me?
Rizzo: What's it to ya?
Kenickie: Anything I can do?
Rizzo: You did enough!
Kenickie: I don't run away from my mistakes
Rizzo: Don't worry about it Kenickie, it was somebody else's mistake.
Kenickie: Thanks a lot kid.
[Kenickie walks away]
Rizzo: [calls out to Kenickie] Any time...
Leo, Scorpions member: The rules are... there ain't no rules!
Sonny: [after Marty tells Sonny Riz is pregnant, sonny spreads the news to others] Rizzo got a bun in the oven.
Mr. Lynch: [Sonny spikes the punch, teacher chaperone turns to watch Sonny] What are you doing?
Sonny: Washing my hands.
Sonny: When a guy picks a chick over his buddies, something's gotta be wrong. Come on, guys let's go for some pizza.
Frenchy: I wish I had a guardian angel to tell me what to do. You know, like Debbie Reynolds had in "Tammy." What do you think?
Vi: If you find him, give him my phone number.
Rizzo: Look who's coming. Patty Simcox, the bad seed of Rydell Hi-
Patty: Oh I just love the first day of school, don't you?
Rizzo: [sarcastically] It's the biggest thrill of my life.
Patty: Hey, they just announced the nominees for student council this morning and guess who's up for vice president?
Patty: ME. Isn't that the most? To say the least?
Rizzo: The very least.
Cha Cha: They call me Cha Cha because I'm the best dancer at St. Bernadette's.
Frenchy: With the worst reputation.
Rizzo: I've got so many hickies people will think I'm a leper.
Kenickie: Relax... A hickie from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card, when you only care enough to send the very best!
Rizzo: You pig!
Kenickie: Oh, I love it when you talk dirty!
Rizzo: [singing] I don't steal and I don't lie / But I can feel and I can cry / A fact I bet you never knew / But to cry in front of you / That's the worst thing I could do.
Danny: You're looking good, Riz.
Rizzo: Eat your heart out.
Danny: But sloppy seconds ain't my style.
Rizzo: [singing] Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee / Lousy with virginity / Won't go to bed 'til I'm legally wed / I can't, I'm Sandra Dee.
Rizzo: [breaks out a bottle of wine] How about a little Sneaky Pete to get the party going?
[the girls all cheer]
Jan: Anyone want a Twinkie?
Marty: Twinkies and wine? Oh, that's real class, Jan.
Jan: It says right here it's a dessert wine.
[offers bottle to Sandy who's hesitant]
Jan: What's the matter? We don't got cooties!
Rizzo: I'll bet you've never had a drink before, have you?
Sandy: Oh, yes I did. I had some champagne at my cousin's wedding once.
Rizzo: Well, ringa ding-ding.
Principal McGee: [continuing with dance rules] Anyone doing tasteless or vulgar movements will be immediately disqualified
Rizzo: Well, that leaves us out!
Coach Calhoun: Let's keep it clean, people. Let's keep it clean.
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.
Sandy: My parents want to invite you over for tea on Sunday.
Danny: I don't like tea.
Sandy: [laughing] You don't have to drink tea.
Danny: I don't like parents.
Principal McGee: Blanche, do you have the schedules?
Blanche: Yes Ms. McGee, I just had my hands on them.
Principal McGee: Oh good, they'll be nice and smudged.
Blanche: Oh here they are. If they would have been a snake they would have bitten me.
Principal McGee: Blanche, these are the schedules we had for last semester. Maybe next year you'll find the ones for this semester.
Sandy: Your a fake and a phony and I wish I never laid eyes on you.
Doody: The problem's in this rubber band engine.
Kenickie: The problem's in your mouth.
Sonny: Kenickie, got any Scotch tape?
Danny: Why, this car is Auto-matic. Its System-matic. Its Hyyyyydro-matic. Why, its Greased Lightning!
Sonny: I'm not taking any of her crap, that's all, I'll take no crap from nobody.
Blanche: When I hear music, I just can't make my feet behave.
Sonny: Thinks she's Tinkerbell.
Blanche: Hush, Sonny.
Danny: Uh, I'm not very hungry; just gimme a double Polar Burger wit' everything and a cherry soda wit' chocolate ice cream.
Danny: You know, if we fix up this car, it could be make-out city, you know that.
Sonny: Right, the chick is gonna have to put out before she even gets in.
[the T-Birds have just pulled into the driveway of Frency's house, where the girls are having a slumber party]
Sonny: Hey Putzie, why don't you call her?
[Putzie looks unsure, then leans forward, gesturing dramatically]
Putzie: Oh, Sandy. Wherefore art thou, Sandy?
Principal McGee: Attention seniors. Before the merriment of commencement commences, I hope that your years with us here at Rydell have prepared you for the challenges you face. Who knows? Among you there may be a future Eleanor Roosevelt or a Rosemary Clooney, and among you young men, there may be a Joe DiMaggio, a President Eisenhower, or even a Vice-President Nixon. But you will always the glorious memories of Rydell High. Rydell forever. Bon voyage.
Rizzo: Peachy keen, jellybean.
Principal McGee: We have pictures of you so-called mooners. And just because the pictures aren't of your faces doesn't mean we can't identify you. At this very moment those pictures are on their way to Washington where the FBI has experts in this type of identification. If you turn yourselves in now, you may escape a Federal charge.
Principal McGee: I think we all owe a round of applause for Patty Symcox and Eugene Felsnick and committee for their beautiful decorations.
Sonny: Let's hear it for the toilet paper!
Principal McGee: In just a few moments the entire nation will be watching Rydell High, God help us, and I want you to all be on your best behavior.
Sonny: NO HINEY BITING!
Principal McGee: Sonny, aren't you supposed to be in homeroom right now?
Sonny: I was just going for a walk.
Principal McGee: You were just dawdling weren't you?
Sonny: Yes, ma'm
Principal McGee: That is no way to start a new semester, Mr. LaTierri!
Principal McGee: Perhaps a session of banging erasers after school would put you on the right track.
Sonny: Yes, ma'm
Principal McGee: Well? Are you just going to stand there all day?
Sonny: No, ma'm. I mean, yes, ma'm, I mean...
Principal McGee: Which is it, yes or no?
Sonny: No ma'm
Principal McGee: Good, then MOVE!
Danny: [singing] I got chills / They're multiplyin' / And I'm losing control / Cause the power you're supplying / It's electrifyin'.
Danny: That's my name, don't wear it out.
[Frenchy and Sandy are in the bathroom; Frenchy is about to pierce Sandy's ears]
Frenchy: Sandy, Sandy, beauty is pain.
[Sandy screams; Frenchy sticks her head out of the bathroom]
Frenchy: Could you please get me some ice to numb her earlobes?
Marty: Why don't you just let the cold water run, and stick her ear under the faucet?
[goes back inside]
Danny: Hey guys, look!
Kenickie: Ladies and gentlemen! Dingleberries On Parade!
[football player gets his foot stuck in his helmet]
Doody: Hey, look! You really put your foot into it this time, Chisum!
Putzie: Yeah, try hopscotch, you hot dog!
Sonny: [laughter] What a gavone! Gumdrops, man.
Frenchy: 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.
Coach Calhoun: [Danny is trying out for wrestling and smoking a cigarette] All right, let's trying cutting it to two packs a day. Now, you have to change.
Danny: Well, yeah. That's why I'm here, ya know? To change.
Coach Calhoun: No, I mean your clothes.
Coach Calhoun: [after Danny has failed at wrestling, basketball, and baseball] Well, you know, there are a lot of other sports that don't require any physical contact.
Danny: Oh, yeah? Like what?
Coach Calhoun: Like, uh... track!
Danny: Whaddaya mean, like running?
Coach Calhoun: Not just running! Something that needs endurance! Something that needs stamina! Like, long-distance running! Cross-country running!
Danny: That could be cool.
Principal McGee: If you can't be an athlete, be an athletic supporter.
Rizzo: Hey Zuko! I've got a surprise for you.
Danny: Oh, Yeah?
Rizzo: [chuckles] Yeah
Danny: [throws Sandy in front of him] Sandy!
Danny: Wha-what are you doing here, I thought you were moving back to Australia?
Sandy: We were but we had a change in plans!
[His friends stare at Danny with a strange face and he changes moods, pretending like he doesn't care]
Frenchy: What do you guys think of Sandy? Do you think we can let her into the Pink Ladies?
Rizzo: Nah, she looks to pure to be pink!
Danny: Well you know, these girls are only good for one thing.
Sonny: Yeah, what are you suppose to do with them the rest of the 23 hours and 45 minutes of the day?
Putzie: [With a serious but confused face] Is that all it takes 15 minutes?
[the guys slap him on the head]
Jan: I've been dieting all day! My mom's apple pie is better than this stuff! do you want some?
[They start heading out when Sonny stops him]
Sonny: Hey Putzie, remember... 15 minutes!
[He starts laughing and Putzie leaves]
Rizzo: [the girls just convinced Sandy to try a cigarette, she does but starts coughing a lot from it] Ooh... I should've told you! You shouldn't inhale if you're not used to it!
Frenchy: Sandy, let me show you how to French inhale! It's really cool, watch!
Marty: [Frenchy starts inhale the smoke from her cigarette through her nose] That is the ugliest looking thing I ever saw.
Frenchy: Yeah, the guys really go for it! I mean that's how I got my nickname Frenchy!
Rizzo: Sure it is!
[Frenchy gets a little offended and play hits Rizzo on the leg]
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!
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.
Sandy: What if they dance diffently than we do back home?
Rizzo: Hey don't worry, maybe you'll invent the kangaroo bop.
Kenickie: You're cruisin' for a bruisin'
Danny: You've gotta make friends with the cameraman.
Sandy: The cameraman?
Danny: Yeah, his name's Ted.
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.
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 and Kenickie are making out in Kenickie's car, crawling into the backseat together]
Kenickie: Oooh, Riz... Riz...
Rizzo: Would you call me by my first name?
Kenickie: Ooohh, uhhh... ooohh... uhh...
Kenickie: Betty, Betty...
[says her name several times, in increasing passion]
Rizzo: Hey... ya got something?
Kenickie: Are you kidding?
[Sits up and gets a condom out of his wallet]
Kenickie: My 25-cent insurance policy.
Rizzo: Big spender!
[Kenickie opens the condom packet, is shocked as he finds it broken]
Kenickie: It broke!
Rizzo: How could it break?
Kenickie: I bought it when I was in the seventh grade.
[the two spend a long nervous moment considering the situation, but look to each other with growing lust]
Rizzo: What the Hell...
[Rizzo grabs Kenickie, and they resume making out]
Kenickie: [muffled] Oh Betty...
Vi: [as Sonny, Doodie, and Putzi moon the television audience during National Bandstand] I wonder who that is on the right?
Jan: Don't let me near the refreshment stand!
Jan: Take my money away from me! I'm not hungry! I'M NOT HUNGRY!
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.