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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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