CRY-BABY -- ILLUSTRATED SCREENPLAY |
[PEPPER] [screaming] [thunder clapping] [engine revving] [WADE] Get on. [BALDWIN] Don't do it, Allison. No! *** [DRAPES] [Chanting as they are hauled
off in the paddy wagon] Too smart to work, too cool to care. [BALDWIN] L-Let her go. She's with me. [WADE] Allison, I'm sorry to get you locked up. [ALLISON] But, Cry-Baby, who is that girl? [WADE] That Lenora ain't nothing to me, I swear on my daddy's grave. *** [REPORTER 1] How do you feel about
[REPORTER 2] Mrs. Vernon-Williams, a picture, please. [MRS. VERNON WILLIAMS] Please, no pictures. *** [people chattering] [HATCHET] Get your hands off! Get your hands off of me! [ALL] [shouting] [WANDA] [sputters at her parents who wave to her] [JUDGE] Order. Order in this courtroom. The juvenile authorities have had it with Drape gangs. Milton Hackett. Wanda Woodward. Mona Malnorowski, also known as Hatchet-Face. You are blights on this community. [MR. HACKETT] Yes, Your Honor. We have been praying all night for our son. [MRS. HACKETT] And praying so hard that we got headaches. [HECTOR] Hi, Wanda honey. [MAGGIE] You were on the radio. [WANDA] Would you just get me the fuck out of here? [MAGGIE] What does "fuck" mean, Hector? [HECTOR] Oh, Maggie, it's just a teen nonsense word Wanda uses [MAGGIE] Your Honor, could we take Wanda the fuck home? [ALL] [laughing] [gavel pounding] [JUDGE] Good God! [MR. HACKETT]: You hear that, Your Honor? It's a sign. [MRS. HACKETT] [speaking indistinctly] [MR. HACKETT] She is speaking in tongues. Let him out. Let the words of the Savior be heard. [JUDGE] Order! Order! No wonder your children are in trouble. [HATCHET-FACE] There's nothing the matter with my face. I got character. [JUDGE] I see that your parents haven't taken the trouble [MR. MALNOROWSKI] Oh, yes, we did. You happy now, Mona? You finally did it. You put your own mother in an iron lung. [JUDGE] Mrs. Malnorowski, there is no smoking in this courtroom. [MRS. MALNOROWSKI] Why not? I pay taxes on cigarettes, don't I? And what do I get for those taxes? [tire explodes] [MRS. MALNOROWSKI] Oh, Christ! Now I got a flat tire. [JUDGE] I'm going to release these delinquents I'd give them a bare-assed whipping. [RAMONA] Ohm, they can sing, Your Honor. [BELVEDERE] We don't know what to call it. It sort of rocks, man, it spins. [RAMONA] Yeah. [BELVEDERE] Let me get the right words. It twirls. It twirls. [JUDGE] Ramona and Belvedere Rickettes, and I fine the both of you $1,000. [RAMONA] That's all we have. [BELVEDERE] How are we supposed to live? [JUDGE] Damn you. Handcuff those brats. [PEPPER] Don't touch my children. [JUDGE] And you, Pepper Walker,
put in the custody of the Chatterbox Orphanage, [PEPPER] Not my children. They're my flesh and blood. [JUDGE] Mrs. Tadlock. [PEPPER] Get away from them. [ALL] [clamoring] [RAMONA] Don't you touch them! [MRS. TADLOCK] Come on. [PEPPER] I love you, children. [JUDGE] Wade Walker, better known as "Cry-Baby" what a sad and silly name for a young man. You were the ringleader in tonight's gang war. [ALLISON] Grandmother, help him. We were just singing together. [ALL] [murmuring] [WADE] Judge, let Allison go and I'll take the full blame. I didn't mean no harm, Mrs. Vernon-Williams. [MRS. VERNON WILLIAMS] Your Honor, I am Allison's grandmother. [JUDGE] Mrs. Vernon-Williams, [MRS. VERNON WILLIAMS] My granddaughter is fond of all kinds of music. [JUDGE] I am going to release Allison this one time, because you are a fine and beautiful woman, Mrs. Vernon-Williams. [ALL] [murmuring] [JUDGE]
But not you, Cry-Baby Walker. [ALLISON] No! [JUDGE] I find you guilty of rampant juvenile delinquency [WADE] Ha! [JUDGE] [banging gavel] Court dismissed. [ALL] [exclaiming] [JUDGE] Lock him up! [RAMONA] You can't lock up his music! [ALL] [clamoring] [WADE] I'll get out, sugar dumpling. I'll
get out if it's the last thing I do! [ALLISON] Cry-Baby! *** [In The Jailhouse by Webb Pierce playing]
He's in the jailhouse now; [LENORA] Boy, do I have a story for you. [REPORTER] How does it feel to be a juvenile delinquent? [WADE] It feels good, man. I've never been so happy in my whole life. [REPORTER] I hear you were ... [WADE] Lenora, you filthy hag. I wouldn't let you shine my boots! [REPORTER] When did he propose? [reporters clamoring] [LENORA] Oh, just last night. *** [PRISONERS] [clamoring] [GUARD] Break it up! [PRISONERS] [applauding] [GUARD] Shut up! Delinquents, hit the sack! [MAN] Oh, I swear. [GUARD] Strip down, asshole. It's beddy-bye time. [spanks Wade] [WADE] [grunting] [GUARD] Now, don't forget to say your prayers.
[PRISONERS] God bless my probation officer. [GUARD] God bless the draft board. [PRISONERS] God bless the draft board. [GUARD] God bless the juvenile authorities. [PRISONERS] God bless the juvenile authorities. [GUARD] We're going to give you a haircut tomorrow pretty boy. You ever hear of a Whiffle? [WADE] [gagging] [GUARD] Well, that's what you're going to get you big old cry-baby, you. God bless Dwight Eisenhower. [PRISONERS] God bless Dwight Eisenhower. [GUARD] God bless Roy Cohn. [PRISONERS] God bless Roy Cohn. [GUARD] God bless Richard Nixon. [PRISONERS] God bless Richard Nixon. [GUARD] [sighing] Nighty-night, boys. [inmates murmuring] |