Marty: Hey, Rizzo, over here!
Rizzo: Hey! Where's all the guys?
Jan: Those slobs. You think they'd spend a dime on their lunch? They're baggin' it.
Rizzo: Pretty cheap.
Jan: Yeah, her name's Sandy. She seems pretty cool. Maybe we could let her in the Pink Ladies.
Rizzo: Just what we need. Another broad around.
Marty: Yeah, I just got 'em for school. Do they make me look smarter?
Rizzo: Nah. We can still see your face.
Jan: I'll take it!
Rizzo: How long you been livin' around here?
Marty: Don't mind her, Sandy. Some of us like to show off and use scurvy words.
Rizzo: Some of us? Check out Miss Toiletmouth over here.
Patty: Hi, kids!
Rizzo: Hey, look who's comin'. Patty Simcox, the Little Lulu of Rydell High.
Marty: Yeah. Wonder what she's doin' back here with us slobs?
Rizzo: Maybe she's havin' her period and wants to be alone.
Patty: Well don't say hello.
Rizzo: We won't.
Patty: Oh I just love the first day of school, don't you?
Rizzo: It's the biggest thrill of my life.
Patty: You'll never guess what happened this morning.
Rizzo: Prob'ly not.
Patty: Me! Isn't that wild?
Rizzo: Wild.
Patty: I just hope I don't make too poor a showing.
Rizzo: Well, we sure wish ya all the luck in the world.
Marty: Aaaaah son of a bitch!
Patty: Goodness gracious!
Rizzo: Nice language. What was that all about?
Jan: what for? We got a brand new pool right in the neighborhood. It's real nice.
Rizzo: Yeah, if ya like swimmin' in Clorox.
Sandy: This was sort of a special boy.
Rizzo: Are you kiddin'? There ain't no such thing.
Doody: She sounds really cool, Danny.
Rizzo: a guy doesn't touch ya and it's true love. Maybe he was a pansy.
Sandy: Did you say Danny Zuko?
Danny: I didn't say that Sonny!
Rizzo: Hey, was he the guy?
Patty: Listen, Sandy, forget Danny Zuko. I know some really sharp boys.
Rizzo: So do I. Right, you guys? Come on, let's go.
Frenchy: See ya 'round, Patty!
Rizzo: Yeah, maybe we'll drop in on the next student council meeting.
Marty: Not you, greaseball! Danny!
Rizzo: Yeah. We got a surprise for ya.
Jan: those guys are a bunch of creeps
Rizzo: Yeah, Zuko's the biggest creep of all.
Marty: Who cares, as long as they don't get their hooks into "Kookie.
Rizzo: hey, Frenchy, throw me a ciggie-butt will ya?
Sandy: Well, no, but . . .
Rizzo: Go on, try it. It ain't gonna kill ya. Give her a Hit Parade!
Now, when she gold up the match, suck in on it.
(Sandy inhales and starts coughing violently)
Rizzo: Oh, I shoulda told ya, don't inhale if you're not used to it.
Frenchy: Nah, the guys really go for it. That's how I got my nickname, Frenchy.
Sure it is. Jeez, you guys I almost forgot!
A little sneaky Pete to get the party goin'.
Frenchy: Hey, we need some glasses.
Rizzo: just drink it out of the bottle, we ain't got cooties.
Marty: it's kind of sweet. I think I like Thunderbird better.
Rizzo: Okay, Princess Grace.
Jan: It says right here it's a dessert wine!
Rizzo: Hey, Sandy didn't get any wine.
Sandy: Oh, that's okay. I don't mind.
Rizzo: Hey, I'll bet you never had a drink before, either . . .
Sandy: Sure I did. I had some champagne at my cousin's wedding once.
Rizzo: Oh, Ring-a-ding-ding.
Hey no! Ya gotta chug it. Like this! Otherwise you swallow air bubbles and that's what makes you throw up.
Sandy: Well....no. But isn't it awfully dangerous?
Rizzo: You ain't afraid are ya?
Sandy: Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling too well, and I . . .
Rizzo: Look, Sandy. If you think you're gonna be hangin' around with the Pink Ladies�you gotta get with it. Otherwise, forget it...and go back to your hot cocoa and Girl Scout cookies.
Frenchy: Har-dee-har-har!
Rizzo: that chick's gettin' to be a real nerd.
Marty: yeah, she can't help it if she ain't been around.
Rizzo: yeah, well how long are we supposed to play babysitter for her?
(A loud "urp" sound is heard backstage)
What was that?
Frenchy: Nah, I only did one. As soon as she saw the blood she went BLEUGH!
Rizzo: God! What a Party Poop!
Marty: oh you like it? It's from Japan.
Rizzo: Yeah, everything's made in Japan these days.
Jan: You never told us you knew any Marines.
Rizzo: How long you known this guy?
Frenchy: Jeez! Engaged to a Marine!
Rizzo: (sarcastically) Endsville.
(Greased Lightning ends)
Rizzo: what is that thing?
Kenickie: hey, what took you so long?
Rizzo: Never mind what took me so long. Is that your new custom convert?
Kenickie: This is it! Ain't it cool?
Rizzo: Yeah, it's about as cool as a good Humor Truck.
Kenickie: [...] plenty of chicks would get down on their knees to ride around on this little number.
Rizzo: Sure, they would! Out! What do ya think this is, a gang bang?
Hey, Danny! I just left your girlfriend at Marty's house flashin' all over the place.
Danny: whattaya talkin' about?
Rizzo: Sandy Dumbrowski! Y'know...Sandra Dee.
Danny: Why should I? She don't mean nothin' to me.
Rizzo: Sure, Zuko, every day now! Ya mean you ain't told em?
Kenickie: Told us what?
Rizzo: oh nothin'. Right Zuko?
Kenickie: Come off it Rizzo. Whattaya' tryin' to do, make us think she's like you?
Rizzo: what that crack supposed to mean? I ain't heard you complainin'.
Kenickie:That's cause ya been stuck to my face all night.
Danny: Hey, cool it, huh?
Rizzo: yeah, Kenickie, if you don't shut up you're gonna get a knuckle sandwich.
Kenickie: Ohh, I'm really worried, scab!
Rizzo: Okay, you bastard!
Danny: [...] What a couple of fruitcakes!
Rizzo: Well, he started it.
Vince's voice: [...] so, make it a point to stop by the joint, Rydell High, 7:30 tomorrow night?
Rizzo: Hey Danny, you goin' to the dance tomorrow night?
Danny: I don't think so.
Rizzo: Awww, you're all broke up over little Gidget!
Danny: Who?
Rizzo: Ahh, c'mon, Zuko, why don'tcha take me to the dance�I can pull that Sandra Dee crap, too. Right, you guys?
Sandy: Listen, just who do you think you are? I saw you making fun of me.
(They fight, Danny pulls Sandy off)
LET GO OF ME! YOU DIRTY LIAR! DON'T TOUCH ME!
(Sonny and Roger hold Rizzo)
Rizzo: Aaahh, let me go. I ain't gonna do nothin' to her. That chick's flipped her lid!
Danny: weird chick! Hey Rizzo, you wanna go to the dance with me?
Rizzo: Huh? Yeah sure. Why not?
Vince: [...] So, if you've got a steady get her ready.
Rizzo: Hey Danny, you gonna be my partner for the dance contest?
Danny: Maybe, if nothing better comes along.
Rizzo: Drop dead!
Danny: I made the team!
Patty: Oh, wonderful!
Rizzo: Hey, Zuko, I think she's tryin' to tell ya somethin'!
Go on, dance with her. You ain't doin' me no good.
Danny: Hey Euuu-gene, Betty Rizzo thinks you look like Pat Boone.
Eugene: Oh?
Rizzo: Whataya say, Fruit Boots?
Eugene: I understand you were asking about me?
Rizzo: Yeah! I was wondering where you parked you hearse.
Danny: [...] before she got mixed up with you and your brown-nose friends.
Rizzo: Hey Kenickie, where ya been, the submarine races?
Kenickie: Nah. I had to go to Egypt to pick up a date.
Rizzo: You feel like dancin'?
Danny: Hey, Rizzo. I'm ready to dance with you now.
Rizzo: Don't strain yourself. . . I'm dancin' with Kenickie.
Miss Lynch: Two: anyone using tasteless or vulgar movements will be disqualified.
Rizzo: That let's us out!
Kenickie: Aahh, come on! You ain't takin' your record player already! The party's just gettin' started.
Rizzo: Yeah, she's cuttin' out 'cause Zuko ain't here.
Sandy: No I'm not! I didn't come here to see him.
Rizzo: No? What'dja come for, then?
Sandy: Uh...because I was invited.
Rizzo: We only invited ya 'cause we needed a record player.
Marty: [...] you havin' your friend?
Rizzo: Huh?
Marty: Your friend. Your period.
Rizzo: Don't I wish! I'm about five days late.
Marty: You think maybe maybe you're p.g.?
Rizzo: I don't know�big deal.
Marty: How'd you let a thing like that happen anyway?
Rizzo: It wasn't my fault. The guy was usin' a thing, but it broke.
Marty: Holy cow!
Rizzo: Yeah. He got it in a machine at a gas station. Y'know, one of those four-for-a-quarter jobs.
Marty: [...] Hey, it's not Kenickie, is it?
Rizzo: Nah! You don't know the guy.
Marty: [...] I caught him putting aspirin in my Coke.
Rizzo: Hey, promise you won't tell anybody, huh?
Marty: Sure, I won't say nothin'.
Rizzo: Hey, what happened to the music? Why don't you guys sing another song?
Kenickie: Hey, Rizzo, I hear you're knocked up.
Rizzo: You do, huh? Boy, good news really travels fast!
Kenickie: Hey, listen, why didn't you tell me?
Rizzo: Don't worry about it, Kenickie. You don't even know who the guy is.
Sonny: Hey, Rizz, how's tricks? Look, if you ever need somebody to talk to . . .
Rizzo: All of a sudden you think you can get a little. Get lost, Sonny.
Roger: Listen, Rizz, I'll help you out with some money if you need it.
Rizzo: Forget it, I don't want any handouts.
Jan: Hey, do you want to stay over tonight, Rizz?
Rizzo: Hey, why don't you guys just flake off and leave me alone?
Jan: Just leave that stuff, Rizzo. I'll get it.
Rizzo: Look, it's not bother. I don't mind.
Sandy: I'm sorry to hear you're in trouble Rizzo.
Rizzo: Bull! What are you gonna do�give me a whole sermon about it?
Sandy: No, but doesn't it bother you that you're pregnant?
Rizzo: Look, that's my business. It's nobody else's problem.
Sandy: [...] Well, I guess I've said too much already. Good luck, Rizzo.
Rizzo: Just a minute, Miss Goody-Goody! Who do you think you are? Handing me all this sympathy crap! Since you know all the answers, how come I didn't see Zuko here tonight? You just listen to me, Miss Sandra Dee . . .
Danny: Solid! Later, Patty.
Rizzo: Remember, play it cool.
(Sandy punches Patty)
Rizzo, Frenchy, Marty, Jan: YAA-AAY!
Marty: Ohh, would you paint my name on it?
Rizzo: Hey, Kenickie, can we stop at the drugstore? I think I'm getting my friend.