Edna Turnblad: Tracy, I have told you about that hair. All ratted up like a teenage Jezebel!
Penny Pingleton: Tracy's flamboyant flip is all the rage, Ms. Edna. Jackie Kennedy, our First Lady, even rats her hair.
Edna Turnblad: But Tracy ain't no First Lady. Are your Tracy? No siree. She's a hair hopper, that's what she is!
Iggy: Would you swim in an integrated swimming pool?
Tracy Turnblad: I sure would, Iggy. I'm a modern kind of girl, I'm all for integration.
Amber Von Tussle: That girl's got roaches in her hair!
Edna Turnblad: Roaches? Our little Tracy's a clean teen!
Wilbur: There's no bugs on our baby!
Amber Von Tussle: I'm not kidding. I just saw one!
Tracy Turnblad: Oh, Link I wish I had dark skin.
Link Larkin: Tracy, our souls are black, though our skin is white.
Edna Turnblad: [about Amber] I watch that tramp and I'm embarrassed to be white.
Prudence: Penny Pingleton, you know you are punished. From now on you're wearing a giant P on your blouse every day to school so that the whole world knows that Penny Pingleton is permanently, positively, punished.
Beatnik Chick: When I'm high I am Odetta. Let's get naked and smoke.
Tracy Turnblad: Mother, we're watching "The Corny Collins Show".
Edna Turnblad: Penny, your mother called all frantic. She said you are punished.
Penny Pingleton: I'm always punished.
Tracy Turnblad: How do you get your hair so straight and so flat?
Beatnik Chick: With an iron, man. I play my bongos, listen to Odetta, and then I iron my hair. Dig?
Amber Von Tussle: Aren't you a little fat for the show?
Tracy Turnblad: I'm sure many of the other home viewers out there are pleasantly plump or chunky.
Amber Von Tussle: Come on. The show's not filmed in Cinemascope.
Velma Von Tussle: Hey you. Can I ask you a personal question?
Edna Turnblad: No, you may not.
Velma Von Tussle: Is your daughter mulatto?
Edna Turnblad: It's the times. They are a changing. Something's blowing in the wind. Fetch me my diet pills, would you, hon?
Edna Turnblad: Penny, you better go home now, your mother just called here all frantic.
Motormouth Maybelle: Oh Papa Tooney. We've got a Looney.
Prudence Pingleton: Don't you try to cast one of your voodoo spells on me, native woman.
Tracy Turnblad: I'm an integrationist. We shall overcome someday.
Beatnik Chick: Not with that hair, you won't.
Wilbur: Tracy, we all have responsibilities in life. You may think owning The Hardy Har Joke Shop is all drudgery. Unwrapping dribble glasses, checking doggy doo, but I love it.
Edna Turnblad: Could you turn that racket down? I'm trying to iron in here.
Penny Pingleton: I wish I was at a hootenanny in Harlem.
Motormouth Maybelle: Tidley papa, I am a whopper. Motormouth Maybelle's my name and sweetheart, dancin' is my game.
Motormouth Maybelle: Motormouth, Motormouth, Motormouth!
Velma Von Tussle: Relax. Take it easy. Tension is the worst thing for a complexion.
Amber Van Tussle: Do you relate to the music of Leslie Gore?
Nadine: Look, she ain't no James Brown, but I can dance to Lawrence Welk if I have to.
Penny Pingleton: I'm just a little nervous.
Tammy: This is show business young lady. If you're nervous now. Hah. Wait 'til you're on the air.
Mr. Pinky: Fatty, fatty, two by four. Can't get through the dressing room door?
Tammy: Please wait outside. The council will now meet in secret, debate your personality flaws, and come to a final decision.
Velma Von Tussle: And you had to pick a colored song, didn't you? You got something against Connie Francis? Shelley Fabares? I love Shelley Fabares!
Amber Von Tussle: Mother, "Shake a Tail Feather" has a wild song. It's got a good beat and you can dance to it.
Amber Von Tussle: [Amber is gossiping with two friends in school] Anyway, she was right there in the car, in plain sight of just everybody at the hop. She was nude.
Amber's school friend #1: No!
Amber's school friend #2: That fat thing?
Amber Von Tussle: Tracy Turnblad is a whore.
Prudence Pingleton: [Seaweed is hiding in Penny's bedroom] Oh my God! There's colored people in my house! I'm going to make a citizen's arrest!
Edna Turnblad: Our little Tracy's too busy ratting her hair and doing the "Ubangi Stomp."
Beatnik Chick: Are you a checkerboard chick? You know, black and white? Salt and pepper?
Penny Pingleton: Yes, I'm a checkerboard chick, I guess
Tracy Turnblad: Come on! Come on!
Penny Pingleton: Okay, all right.
Tracy Turnblad: Will you hurry up?
Mrs. Malinski: It ain't right to be dancing on TV to that colored music.
Edna Turnblad: She's just a teenager.
Velma Van Tussle: That fat girl's no competition.
Franklin von Tussle: White trash. Pure and simple.
Tracy Turnblad: Now all of Baltimore will know I'm big, blonde, and beautiful!
Geometry Student: I can't see through her hair.
Tracy Turnblad: I can't help it if he's short.
Geometry Teacher: You're ratted hair is preventing yet another student's geometry education.
Tracy Turnblad: It's feathered, not ratted.
Geometry Teacher: Whatever you call it, it's a hair don't. You've been warned repeatedly. I want you to take a little walk down to the principle's office. Let's see what he has to say
Amber Von Tussle: [to Penny] Are you now or have you ever gone steady?
Tracy Turnblad: [to Penny] Penny, they put me in Special Ed just because of my hair.
Motormouth Maybelle: No matter what you've heard, we are gonna teach the white children how to do The Bird!
Edna Turnblad: I've got hampers of laundry and my diet pill is wearing off!
Amber Von Tussle: "Shake a Tail Feather" by The Five Du-Tones.