| PART TWO: STUDENT: Hey, don't touch 
      my stuff! I'll kick your ass!
 STUDENT: Take it back!
 
 STUDENT: Teach us how to dance, honey!
 
 STUDENT: Come on, show us what you've got, honey.
 
 STUDENT: Go! Go! Go!
 
 TEACHER: Good morning, class.
 
 STUDENTS: Good morning, Mrs. Shipley.
 
 TEACHER: Now, let's all stand and say the pledge of allegiance. I pledge 
      allegiance to the flag of the United States of America ...
 
 GYM TEACHER: And one and two and three and four. Let's warm it up.
 
 LINK: Come on, Amber, can't we just be friends? You're acting like a 
      child.
 
 GYM TEACHER: Here we go with jumping jacks. Let's go and one and two and 
      three
 
 TEACHER: Now, as you all know, today is special education's turn at the 
      dodgeball tournament. So let's get into the locker room, put on those gym 
      outfits, and show them that special education is nothing to laugh about.
 
 GYM TEACHER: And three and four ...
 
 STUDENTS: Hey, look! It's special ed!
 
 GYM TEACHER: This is special ed? Special ed in the red! All right, ladies, 
      let's go. Let's play dodgeball.
 
 TRACY: Penny, they put me in special ed just 'cause of my hair!
 
 SEAWEED: Hey, I saw you on The Corny Collins Show. Where'd a white girl 
      learn how to dance like that?
 
 TRACY: Just practicing. Oh, and watching Negro Day on Corny Collins.
 
 AMBER: Hey, thunder thighs, this one's for you!
 
 LINK: Grow up, Amber.
 
 GYM TEACHER: God, I love this game!
 
 SEAWEED: My mama says Negro Day ain't nothin' but segregation.
 
 TRACY: Your mama?
 
 SEAWEED: Yeah. None other than Motormouth Maybelle herself. I'm Seaweed.
 
 TRACY: Hey, Penny, see the colored boy, the cute one? His mother is 
      Motormouth Maybelle!
 
 PENNY: He's gorgeous!
 
 AMBER: I'll get the fat retard!
 
 GYM TEACHER: Game over! Let's hit the showers!
 
 LINK: Tracy! Tracy!
 
 STUDENT: Did you see that?
 
 LINK: Tracy. Aw, you're all right girl.
 
 PENNY: Are you sure she's all right?
 
 SEAWEED: Yeah. She'll be okay.
 
 LINK: It's not who wins. It's how you play the game. Tracy, would you go 
      steady with me?
 
 TRACY: Uh huh.
 
 Come on, everybody
 Clap your hands
 Ah, you're lookin' good
 I'm gonna sing my song
 It won't take long
 We're gonna do the twist, and it goes like this
 Come on, let's twist again
 Like we did last summer
 Yeah, let's twist again
 Like we did last year
 Do you remember when
 Things were really hummin'?
 Yeah, let's twist again
 Twistin' time is here
 Round and round and up and down
 We go again
 Oh, baby, make me know you love me so
 And then twist again
 Like we did last summer
 Girl, let's twist again
 Like we did last year
 Come on and twist again
 Twistin' time is here
 
 ANNOUNCER: Five, four, three, two, one
 You're on the air.
 
 PINKY: Fatty, fatty, two by four
 Can't get through the dressin' room door?
 Hi, I'm Mr. Pinky, owner of the Hefty Hideaway
 3311 Eastern Avenue
 Are you big-boned, got a glandular problem
 but you still want the glamour?
 Don't worry about it. The Hefty Hideaway has got it all.
 This beautiful ensemble, being modeled by our lovely Tracy
 is available in sizes twelve to twenty-six.
 You heard me right.
 You need a girdle? We got 'em.
 Even got large size shoes
 for that continental Clementine look.
 Oh, my darlin'
 All the prices you can afford!
 Big is beautiful!
 Hefty Hideaway, Eastern Avenue.
 You come on in today.
 You'll be awful glad you did.
 
 WILBUR: That's our little baby!
 
 EDNA: She's prettier than Elizabeth Taylor.
 
 CORNY: Thank you, Mr. Pinky. It's a thrill to have you as a new sponsor 
      and, Tracy, you keep this up and you just may be crowned Miss Auto Show 
      1963. Remember, tomorrow is preteen day so bring your little brother or 
      your little sister or your cousins or your nieces or your nephews and let 
      those tykes rock-and-roll on
 
 CROWD: The Corny Collins Show!
 
 ***
 
 TRACY: I've never been to North Avenue.
 
 LINK: Don't worry. Seaweed game me the directions.
 
 CROWD: OH, my God! It's Tracy!
 
 TRACY: What's your name? Oh, that's so sweet. Thank you. Penny! Hurry up! 
      Hurry up! I got to go. Thank you.
 
 PRUDENCE: Taxi! Taxi! Come here! Quick! Quick! Follow that bus!
 
 LINK: Yeah, this is the place.
 
 TRACY: Wow!
 
 PENNY: This is great!
 
 TRACY: Look at that!
 
 PENNY: Never been to this part of town before.
 
 TRACY: Hi!
 
 PRUDENCE: There they are! Stop the cab! Stop the cab!
 
 Come on, everybody, gather around
 Dig this dance
 I'm gonna put down
 Is it the watusi?
 No, baby
 Is it the twist?
 Uh-uh
 Flap your wings
 Flap your wings
 While the music swings
 While the music swings
 Get with the beat now
 Get with the beat
 Ow! You're lookin' real neat
 Come on and work it, babe
 Work, work, work
 Come on and work it now
 Work, work, work
 
 INEZ: Tracy Turnblad! You're my favorite dancer on Corny Collins. I'm L'il 
      Inez, Seaweed's sister.
 
 TRACY: Well, it's nice to meet you, L'il Inez. This is my best friend 
      Penny, and Link you probably know from the show.
 
 SEAWEED: Wow, you guys really came. Hey, everybody, this is Tracy, the 
      baddest white dancer in town. And this is Link and this is Penny.
 
 MOTORMOUTH: No matter what you heard, we are gonna to teach the white 
      children how to do the bird.
 
 SEAWEED: Right! Come on. Come on. Watch
 
 Come on and work it, babe
 Work, work, work
 Come on and work your body
 Work, work, work
 Do the swim
 Do the swim
 Do the flea now
 Do the flea
 
 BLACK MAN: Hey, Miss White lady. Can you spare me a quarter so I can buy 
      me a taste?
 
 PRUDENCE: Somebody, please help me! Here! Here! Take it all! Take it! Take 
      it all! Please, don't hurt me! Please!
 
 BLACK MAN: Why, thank you. Thank you kindly.
 
 PRUDENCE: Help! Officer!
 
 BLACK OFFICER: Yes, ma'am? Can I help you?
 
 BLACK DANCER: Say, man, let's get together tonight and play some 
      hide-and-go-seek. I said, let's get together and play some 
      hide-and-go-seek. Let's go, let's sing.
 
 Ooh, the dirty boogie!
 Well, I have a lady
 who love me, love me
 Dig her for her huggy, huggy, huggy
 Move on ahead
 If she ain't a hit, you better holler, let her know
 Are you ready?
 I'm a-gettin' ready
 Aw, man, let's holler it this time
 I went down the road, the road was muddy
 I stubbed my toe, my toe was hurtin'
 Move on ahead
 If it ain't a hit, you gotta holler till it go
 Two bottles of washing powder, two bars of soap
 If it ain't a hit, you better holler till it go
 I went down the road, the road wasn't muddy
 I stubbed my toe, my toe wasn't hurtin'
 Bullfrog jumped to the bottom of the well
 He swear by the devil that he
 I'm not gonna say that!
 Move on ahead
 If he ain't a hit, you better holler till he go
 
 PRUDENCE: Don't anybody come near me! I'm armed, and I'm prepared to 
      protect myself!
 
 PENNY: Oh, God, mother!
 
 PRUDENCE: I know you were snatched, Penny, and I've come to save you!
 
 MOTORMOUTH: Ooh, papa tuney, we got a loony.
 
 PRUDENCE: Don't you try any of your voodoo spells on me, you native woman!
 
 PENNY: We're just dancing.
 
 TRACY: Mrs. Pingleton, stop acting crazy! These are our friends.
 
 PRUDENCE: Don't act ignorant, Tracy Turnblad. Come on, Penny.
 
 PENNY: Mother!
 
 PRUDENCE: Come on. Run! Run! Run for your life!
 
 ***
 
 OFFICER: Don't push, please. Don't push. Settle down. It's hot. Please. If 
      you'll just stay still, you won't be so hot.
 
 SEAWEED: You're gonna do terrific, all right?
 
 MOTHER: Oh, it's gonna be a lot of fun.
 
 Come on, come on
 And do the fly with me
 Hey, come on, everybody
 And do the fly with me
 Well, if you don't know how to do it
 Just watch and see
 You got to shake your hands all around and around
 Like a fly in the sky
 
 VELMA: What the hell? What are they doin' here? Look what she's wearing.
 
 OFFICER: Hurry up, but watch your step. You all together?
 
 SEAWEED: Yeah.
 
 OFFICER: Well, I'm sorry, but preteen day is a white only show. Negro day 
      is the end of the month. Now, you can come on in or get out of line, all 
      right?
 
 SEAWEED: You mean you're gonna turn this little girl away?
 
 OFFICER: Look, I don't make the rules, all right? Now you going to come on 
      in
 
 PENNY: Aren't you aware of the supreme court ruling on segregation?
 
 OFFICER: What are you talking about, kid? I just want you to either come 
      in or don't, all right?
 
 INEZ: I have a dream.
 
 MOTHER: You heard the man. You're holding up the line.
 
 PENNY: Segregation never! Integration now!
 
 OFFICER: Cut it out! Knock it off!
 
 PENNY: Segregation never! Integration now! Segregation never! Integration 
      now!
 
 OFFICER: Sarge, come here. Come here. Hold 'em. All right.
 
 CORNY: Okay, all you little tykes. We got a real treat in store for you. A 
      local group with a big hit record. Let's have a warm welcome, come on, for 
      The Lafayettes.
 
 AMBER: Mother.
 
 VELMA: Go on. What are you waitin' for?
 
 Well, life's too short
 And you're too sweet
 Every day of your life, child
 You gotta spend with me
 Now let me tell you about Sally
 She's really tough
 Girl, you're no boss to me
 
 OFFICER: Mr. Collins, there's some trouble outside. There's a little black 
      girl who wants to be on the show.
 
 CORNY: Well, let her in, for God sakes.
 
 OFFICER: The station management says no. She's with some agitators. I'm 
      afraid a demonstration's in the works.
 
 CORNY: Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can.
 
 EDNA: Stop. Where are you going?
 
 TRACY: Wait, I gotta go. Mother!
 
 EDNA: Tracy, you're a teen helper. You can't go. You can't change the 
      world's problems in one day.
 
 No, no. No, no.
 I, I keep a-tellin' you
 I, I keep a-tellin' you
 I, I keep a-tellin' you
 I said I told you, baby
 I said I told you all
 
 TRACY: Two, four, six, eight. TV's got to integrate!
 
 EDNA: Tracy, please sit down and stop this, please.
 
 VELMA: Hey, you, can I ask you a personal question?
 
 EDNA: No, you can't.
 
 VELMA: Is your daughter mulatto?
 
 EDNA: Why, you!
 
 VELMA: Look at this!
 
 EDNA: How dare you call my daughter a mulatto! Tracy! Tracy, come back 
      here!
 
 AGITATORS: Two, four, six, eight. TV's got to integrate!
 Two, four, six, eight. TV's got to integrate!
 Two, four, six,
 
 Hey hey. Hey hey.
 Hey hey. Hey hey.
 
 CORNY: Now, kids, we're gonna get real lovey-dovey. I know this is one of 
      your favorite records and it's one of mine, too. Leslie Gore, sing your 
      heart out.
 
 LAFAYETTE: Can I have this dance?
 
 AMBER: Sure.
 
 You don't own me
 I've got just one of your many toys
 You don't own me
 
 CORNY: What difference does it make, Mr. Hodgepile? One little black girl?
 
 MANAGER: Who are you, the NAACP?
 
 CORNY: But it's an easy way to integrate without trouble.
 
 HODGEPILE: Absolutely not! Baltimore is not ready for integrated dancing! 
      Who do they think they are?
 
 Don't tell me what to say
 And please, when I go out with you
 Don't put me on display
 'Cause you don't own me
 Don't try to change me in any way
 
 AGITATORS: Two, four, six, eight. TV's got to integrate! Aah! That's the 
      fuzz!
 
 CORNY: Well, that's it for today, kids. See you tomorrow at 3:00, live at 
      Tilted Acres.
 
 I don't tell you what to say
 I don't tell you what to do
 
 ***
 
 Awoooh doobie doobie doobie doo
 Awoooh doobie doobie doobie doo
 Awoooh awooh doobie doobie doobie dooh
 I wanna tell all you people
 I dropped a penny in the well
 Hoping you would come back soon
 I couldn't believe what I heard
 My fortune teller told me
 My love with you was doomed
 I hope her reading was wrong
 I hope she was wrong
 'Cause you've been gone too long
 Oh, come home
 Hey!
 Awooo doobie doobie doobie doo
 
 MOTORMOUTH: Black Baltimore, your mother is ready to show her might and 
      fight, fight, fight! All right, now. After school, you know where to go -- 
      Tilted Acres, for the show. Segregation? No, no, no!
 
 CROWD: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
 
 MOTORMOUTH: All right, now. I want to introduce you to my main man. I'm 
      his biggest fan. All the way from Louisiana just to see me, the big mamma 
      jamma. Now, I want a ball in this hall, because he's a real doll. Talkin' 
      about Toussaint McCall.
 
 TOUSSAINT McCALL:
 
 I moved your picture
 From my wall
 And I replaced them
 Both large and small
 And each new day
 Finds me so blue
 Nothing takes the place of you
 And, oh, my darling
 I'm so blue
 Because nothing oh, nothing, takes the place of you
 As I write this letter it's raining on my window pane
 And I, I feel the need of you
 Because without you
 Nothing seems the same
 So I'll wait
 Until you're home
 Again I'll love you
 But I'm all alone
 And, oh, my darling
 I'm so blue
 
 TRACY: Oh, Link. This is so romantic. I wish, I wish I was dark-skinned.
 
 LINK: Tracy, our souls are black, even though our skin is white.
 
 PENNY: Oh, Seaweed, will integration ever come?
 
 SEAWEED: Oh, Penny, my little white lily, we're outcast from both 
      societies -- black, white. Our love is taboo.
 
 PENNY: Oh, go to second. Go to second.
 
 SEAWEED: Oh. Oh. Oh, yes.
 
 PENNY: Seaweed, look!
 
 EDNA: Tracy! Tracy Turnblad, it's your mommy!
 
 TRACY: Oh, my God, it's my mother!
 
 LINK: She's gonna kill us!
 
 SEAWEED: I'm gonna die!
 
 WILBUR: Tracy! Tracy!
 
 EDNA: Where are they? Don't run, Tracy! You'll fall! You have heels on! 
      You'll fall, honey!
 
 SEAWEED: Oh, thank God. Can we please come in for a little while?
 
 LINK: Open up!
 
 TRACY: Please!
 
 LINK: Oh, come on. Open up! Come on. Let us in.
 
 SEAWEED: Can we come in?
 
 SEAWEED: Come on, guys! Come on! Come on!
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: Like, hi, cats. Sit down. You got the fuzz chasin' you?
 
 SEAWEED: No, we were -- Wow, you cats are real beatniks.
 
 LINK: Just like New York.
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: Day-o, day-o, daylight's a-comin', and he wanna go home. You 
      two checkerboard chicks?
 
 PENNY: What?
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: You know, black and white, salt and pepper.
 
 PENNY: Well, yes, I'm a checkerboard chick, I guess.
 
 BEATNIK GUY: Whoa. Whoa. Phew.
 
 TRACY: I'm an integrationist. We shall overcome someday.
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: Not with that hair, you won't. You look like a hairhopper to 
      me. I mean, your hair is really uncool.
 
 TRACY: How do you get your hair so straight and so flat?
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: With an iron, man. I play my bongos, listen to Odetta, and 
      then I iron my hair, dig?
 
 LINK: I think we'd better get going now. The coast looks clear.
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: Let's do some reefer. We'll get high, and I'll iron the 
      chicks' hair.
 
 BEATNIK GUY: Reefer?
 
 TRACY: Drugs?
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: Locoweed. When I'm high, I am Odetta. Let's get naked and 
      smoke.
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: Cool.
 
 LINK: Don't breathe it in. You'll be addicted.
 
 SEAWEED: Later, sister, later. Much later.
 
 BEATNIK GIRL: "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, 
      starving, hysterical, naked, dragging themselves through the naked 
      streets, burning up for the ancient, heavenly connection"
 
 PENNY: Oh, hi, dad.
 
 SEAWEED: Dad?
 
 PADDY: Don't "Hi, dad" me. The whole world saw you on the news.
 
 PRUDENCE: Penny, this is Dr. Frederickson. He's a psychiatrist, and he's 
      going to make you all better.
 
 DOCTOR: Feeling depressed, Penny? Want to talk about it? Think of all the 
      white boys in school and how much you'd like to date one. Now be a good 
      little girl and slip this on.
 
 PADDY: I'm telling you, shock treatments are the answer. Come here, Penny.
 
 PENNY: What are you doing?
 
 PRUDENCE: Good girl. Good girl.
 
 PENNY: I love you, Seaweed!
 
 PADDY: Shut up!
 
 PRUDENCE: Get her in the car!
 
 PADDY: It's gonna be all right, dumpling. Get her, doc, quick!
 
 EDNA: Prudy, this is totally unnecessary.
 
 WILBUR: Come on, honey. Time to go home. You can see Link tomorrow. Come 
      on.
 
 EDNA: We've been worried sick about you. This neighborhood is certainly no 
      place for a star. Now, get in that car before someone sees you.
 
 ***
 
 DEMONSTRATORS: Get out of here! Go back where you belong!
 
 FRANKLIN: Well, personally, I have nothing against them. It's merely a 
      matter of economics. Tilted acres will never be integrated.
 
 VELMA: Segregation today.
 
 FRANKLIN: Segregation tomorrow.
 
 VELMA & FRANKLIN: Segregation forever!
 
 HODGEPILE: One black face gets on camera, this show's off the air.
 
 CORNY: Oh, can't you see the kids don't care if blacks dance in the show. 
      Can't you see this is ripping the city apart?
 
 TAMMY: Motormouth Maybelle is out there, and she's our friend. We've done 
      hops together for years. The kids love her.
 
 MANAGER: Look, The Corny Collins Show remains white.
 
 HODGEPILE: Or you're all fired!
 
 CORNY: Good afternoon, Baltimore, and welcome to The Corny Collins Show. 
      Yes, we are live from Tilted Acres so hop in the car and bring the whole 
      family and come on out. But right now, I want to introduce to you the top 
      contenders in the Miss Auto Show contest, Amber Von Tussle and Tracy 
      Turnblad. Now, I understand you're both going to introduce a brand-new 
      dance in the show today.
 
 AMBER: Yes, I am, Corny. It's called the limbo rock, and I bet some people 
      will find it quite difficult.
 
 CORNY: Here it is--the limbo rock.
 
 Every limbo boppin' girl
 All around the limbo world
 Is gonna do the limbo rock
 All around the limbo clock
 Jack be limber, Jack be quick
 Jack go under limbo stick
 All around the limbo clock
 Hey, let's do the limbo rock
 Limbo lower now
 
 DOCTOR: Good afternoon, Penny. Feeling better? Getting in touch with your 
      anger?
 
 PENNY: Go, Tracy! Go!
 
 Limbo ankle, limbo knee
 Bend back like a limber tree
 Jack be limber, Jack be quick
 Jack go under limbo stick
 All around the limbo clock
 Hey, let's do the limbo rock
 
 EDNA: I watch that tramp, and I'm embarrassed to be white.
 
 WILBUR: You know, Edna, I've been readin' about these kids. Maybe Tracy 
      could be some sort of campus leader.
 
 EDNA: Wilbur, it's the times. They're a-changin'. Something's blowin' in 
      the wind. Fetch me my diet pills, would you, hon?
 
 Get yourself a limbo girl
 And then shoot the limbo whirl
 
 APPLAUSE!
 
 DEMONSTRATORS: Go back to African where you came from! Your kind's not 
      wanted here!
 
 CORNY: Well, Baltimore, you saw it here first. The limbo rock. Thank you 
      very much, Amber.
 
 AMBER: I'm a winner, Corny.
 
 CORNY: Well, Amber, you won the dance but let's check the election results 
      to see how you're doin'. Ladies and gentlemen, we have an upset! For the 
      first time, Tracy Turnblad is number one with the bullet. What do you have 
      to say for yourself, Tracy?
 
 TRACY: If elected, I plan to represent all of Baltimore, and today I'd 
      like to introduce a brand-new dance and dedicate it to some of my special 
      friends who, be3cause of small-minded people can't be here with me today. 
      My dance is called the waddle.
 
 AMBER: That girl's got roaches in her hair.
 
 EDNA: Roaches? My little Tracy's a clean teen.
 
 WILBUR: There's no bugs on our baby.
 
 AMBER: I'm not kidding. I just saw one.
 
 CORNY: Ha ha! Amber, you're such a comedienne. Ladies and gentlemen, Tracy 
      Turnblad and the waddle.
 
 HODGEPILE: You all make me sick! What is going on here?
 
 TAMMY: Look, we had nothing to do with it.
 
 TRACY: Seaweed! Come on!
 
 LINK: Tracy, just keep dancing.
 
 HODGEPILE: Move it around here. What, are you crazy? Come on! Move out!
 
 FRANKLIN: That's why I would like to humbly state
 
 AMBER: Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! There's a riot going on!
 
 VELMA: A riot?
 
 AMBER: A race riot!
 
 DEMONSTRATOR: Yo, I'm talkin' to you!
 
 CORNY: Look, I have no ...
 
 TAMMY: Everybody just stay calm! Stay calm
 
 TRACY: You leave my boyfriend alone, you witch!
 
 DEMONSTRATOR: You scum!
 
 POLICE: Stay back! Stay back!
 
 PENNY: Police brutality! Police brutality!
 
 DOCTOR: Negroes. Black boys.
 
 PENNY: Police brutality! Police brutality!
 
 LINK: Tracy! Tracy!
 
 TRACY: Link! Link! Link! Link! Police brutality!
 
 LINK: Tracy! Hey, let her go! Tracy! Tracy! Tracy!
 
 NEWSCASTER: Good evening. Friday, June 5, 1962. Racially tense Tilted 
      Acres amusement park, long a tradition of Baltimore fun opened its doors 
      today and closed them four hours later.
 
 SEAWEED: Penny! Penny! Penny! How are you?
 
 PENNY: What are you doing here? What happened to your head?
 
 SEAWEED: It happened at Tilted Acres.
 
 PENNY: Get me out of here!
 
 SEAWEED: Okay.
 
 PENNY: Come on. Thanks for coming. Come on! Be careful!
 
 REFORM SCHOOL GIRL: Girl, they gonna flip when they see the new you.
 
 NEWSCASTER: ... including Link Larkin.
 
 TRACY: That's Link Larkin, my boyfriend!
 
 REFORM SCHOOL GIRLS: Ooh! Boyfriend!
 
 NEWSCASTER: ... common-law boyfriend of Miss Turnblad was listed in fair 
      condition at Union Memorial Hospital tonight recovering from two fractured 
      kneecaps received in one of many incidents of violence that erupted today.
 
 LINK: I love you, Tracy.
 
 AMBER IN DISGUISE: Tracy Turnblad is a human roach nest. Is this the 
      caliber of teenager we want representing Baltimore at the auto show?
 
 VELMA: Amber will be so proud of us.
 
 FRANKLIN: We're going to go down in the history books for this one, Velma.
 
 NEWSCASTER: Tracy's parents had an emotional appeal for their daughter.
 
 EDNA: Tracy, honey, we know you are innocent. You were right about ...
 
 PENNY: It's Miss Edna.
 
 SEAWEED: Has she always been that big?
 
 EDNA: We joined the NAACP
 
 WILBUR: And we will fight in every way possible to get you released and 
      back in front of the cameras where you belong.
 
 PENNY: God! It's mother! You've got to hide!
 
 SEAWEED: Where?
 
 PENNY: Under the bed! Under the bed!
 
 MOTORMOUTH: It is time that black and white take hands ...
 
 PENNY: Hey, it's Motormouth!
 
 SEAWEED: Mom!
 
 MOTORMOUTH: ... and let our governor know that we will not stand for 
      racism! Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad! 
      Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad! Free ...
 
 PRUDENCE: Now, darling, aren't you glad that you were punished and under 
      psychiatric care? You could have been killed today.
 
 PENNY: I wish I was at a hootenanny in Harlem.
 
 SEAWEED: Ha ha.
 
 PRUDENCE: What was that?
 
 PENNY: Just the TV.
 
 PRUDENCE: I heard somebody laugh. Oh, my God! There are colored people in 
      my house! I'm gonna make a citizen's arrest! Stop! Stop! Paddy, stop them!
 
 PADDY: What the ...
 
 SEAWEED: Come on, Penny!
 
 PADDY: Penny Pingleton, I'm calling the cops! You are no longer my 
      daughter! You are punished even after you die!
 
 ***
 
 GOVERNOR: Corny, it's a real pleasure to be here today in the city of 
      Baltimore at this wonderful auto show. Thank you very much. I have my aide 
      here with the scissors, and we're going to take this opportunity to open 
      the show here in the city of Baltimore. There we are.
 
 CORNY: Thank you, governor.
 
 TAMMY: Wonderful to see you again.
 
 COUNCIL MEMBER: How are you doing?
 
 WILBUR: Well, how do you do, governor? So nice meeting you. You've got 
      some spinach on your tie. Hardy har har!
 
 WILBUR & EDNA: Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy 
      Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad! 
      Free Tracy Turnblad!
 
 CROWD: Segregation never! Integration now! Free Tracy Turnblad! 
      Segregation never! Integration now! Free Tracy Turnblad! Segregation 
      never! Integration now! Free Tracy Turnblad! Segregation never! 
      Integration now! Free Tracy Turnblad! Segregation never! Integration now! 
      Free Tracy Turnblad! Segregation never! Integration now! Free Tracy 
      Turnblad!
 
 DAD: Now, just remember, if Amber loses, she walks off the set and then 
      you throw the bomb.
 
 GOVERNOR: Who the hell is Tracy Turnblad?
 
 GOVERNOR'S AIDE: She's an upper lower-class teenager who was arrested in 
      yesterday's demonstration and is currently being held at Montrose. She is 
      a hairhopper.
 
 GOVERNOR: A what?
 
 CROWD: Free Tracy Turnblad!
 
 GOVERNOR: Jesus Christ! More integration pickets. This is a political hot 
      potato, and I wasn't even warned!
 
 GOVERNOR'S AIDE: This came out of nowhere. We had no idea of her grass 
      roots support.
 
 GOVERNOR: You keep the goddamn cops away before this makes the national 
      news.
 
 CROWD: Free Tracy Turnblad!
 
 NEWSMAN: Governor, we must have some answers right now for our vast 
      television audience. The voters are demanding answers from right here at 
      the governor's mansion. This demonstration's gonna turn nasty. We've got 
      to get answers.
 
 GOVERNOR: Hey, no police. No police.
 
 MOTORMOUTH: Good evening, governor. May I speak with you?
 
 GOVERNOR: How are you, my dear? Nice to see you. What are you doing? What 
      is this? What's with the handcuffs?
 
 GOVERNOR: Hi, honey. I'm, I'm home.
 
 CORNY: Well, Baltimore, today's the big day. We're here live at the new 
      armory for the grand opening of the 1963 auto show. And who will be the 
      dancing princess from our council to be crowned queen? We'll know right 
      after this.
 
 GOVERNOR: No cops. No cameras. We're gonna work this thing out ourselves, 
      aren't we? Madame, you do have the key to these?
 
 MOTORMOUTH: We'll talk about the key after you release Tracy!
 
 WILBUR: Stinky, stinky, stombo. Tombo, tombo, tombo. Alla, balla, basso.
 
 CORNY: Well, the moment of truth has arrived, ladies and gentlemen. You 
      the audience
 
 VELMA: Excuse me.
 
 CORNY: ... has made your decision, and here to announce the results we 
      have Mr. Arvin Hodgepile, president of WZZT studios, ladies and gentlemen.
 
 HODGEPILE: Thank you. Thank you. We have a difficult situation with the 
      votes tabulation. The results were quite close.
 
 CROWD: Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! 
      Tracy! Tracy!
 
 HODGEPILE: Technically, the winner is Miss Tracy Turnblad.
 
 HODGEPILE: Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Quiet! Shut up, or we're goin' 
      off the air. Now listen carefully. Since Miss Turnblad is in reform 
      school, the judges have found her ineligible. I would like to announce, on 
      behalf of WZZT the winner of the Miss Auto Show 1963, Amber Von Tussle!
 
 GOVERNOR: Let's talk this over! We can discuss this. Oh, what! Let's talk 
      it over!
 
 WIFE: Leave him alone!
 
 GOVERNOR: I'll call.
 
 CORNY: Well, Amber, like it or not, you're officially Miss Auto Show 1963. 
      Any words for your opponent who many feel was the more popular winner?
 
 AMBER: I'd like to lead a dance and dedicate it to that loser. Tracy 
      Turnblad, I hope you're watching, because this one's for you. It's a 
      brand-new dance, one that I'm sure you'll know how to do. It's called the 
      roach. Too bad you can't be here to do it.
 
 TRACY: I'm the winner! Leave me alone!
 
 CORNY: Amber Von Tussle and the roach.
 
 There's a dance
 They're callin' the roach
 It's buggin' all the kids from coast to coast
 Well, now, form a big line
 To the floor,
 Ooh, roach, roach
 Everybody now, squish
 Ooh, squash
 Kill that roach
 Yes, there's a roach upon my floor
 
 GOVERNOR: For Christ's sakes, pardon Tracy Turnblad!
 
 MOTORMOUTH: All right!
 
 CROWD: Free Tracy Turnblad!
 
 You stomp, step, skip, two, three four, five, six, seven
 Squish
 Ooh, squash
 Kill that roach
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, now
 Squish
 Ooh, squash
 Kill that roach
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, now
 Squish
 Ooh, squash
 Kill that roach
 Well, I was takin' a bath the other night
 Checked my hair, it was lookin' a fright
 Well, I went down to the store
 To get some hair-on
 Squish
 Squash
 Kill that roach
 Let me at him
 I'm gonna kill him
 Let me at him
 
 WILBUR: I got something for you.
 
 CORNY: Wait. Hold on. Baltimore, you are seeing history being made today! 
      White and black together for the first time on local TV!
 
 AMBER: Oh, I hate you, Tracy Turnblad!
 
 CORNY: The Corny Collins Show is now integrated! Yes! All right!
 
 DAD AND VELMA: Amber, we're going home right now!
 
 AMBER: No, mommy! No!
 
 HODGEPILE: Stop! Get away from me! Get away! Come on! I'm a married man 
      with a family! Don't hurt me, please!
 
 TRACY: Thank you. Thank you. I love you, Baltimore! I don't know about 
      you, but I feel like dancing. I've got the bug.
 
 Everybody's jumpin', movin' around
 Nobody's standing still or keeping their ground
 You can't tell what'll happen when they pass it around
 It's the bug
 You got it, you got it, you're all on your own
 Somehow it seems better when you do it alone
 
 AMBER: What are you doing? Give me that! Ow! You little ... Oh!
 
 It's the bug.
 Well, come on, baby, let's do the bug
 Come on, baby, and give me a hug
 Come on, baby, my turn's long due
 I wanna bug, bug
 A hole in my shoe
 Real bugs bug me, no matter what size
 
 VELMA: Come down! Come down!
 
 FRANKLIN: Itching powder!
 
 It's that old bug.
 
 TRACY: Let's dance!
 
 
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