Hairspray (1988) Script

Come on, come on. Okay, all right.

Will you hurry up?

I'm home.

Afternoon, Miss Edna.

Penny, your mother called.

Tracy Turnblad, can't you say hello to Mrs. Malinski?

Mm, mm, mm.

Every day she's got to watch that Corny Collins Show.

Delinquents, if you ask me.

It ain't right to be dancing on TV to that colored music.

She's just a teenager. Hmph.

Goodbye, Mrs. Malinski. Goodbye, Edna.

Mashed Potato Feel it in your feet now Mashed Potato Come on get the beat now Baby, come on honey, come on baby Could you turn that racket down?

I'm trying to iron in here.

They found this dance was outta sight Doin' the lion sleeps tonight Mashed Potato

Woo, yeah Ladies and gentlemen, Corny Collins.

Good afternoon, Baltimore, and welcome to The Corny Collins Show.

That was Dee Dee Sharp and today's...

Thwip. ...Bull's-eye hit, "Mashed Potato Time."

We've got our first telegram of the day.

Thank you very much, Tammy.

"Please have Lou Ann Levorowski and I.Q. Jones lead a dance."

Signed, "your number one fan in West Baltimore."

Here they come. Come up here, kids.

Hi, Corny. Hi, West Baltimore.

You're a groovy chick. How long have you been a regular on the show?

I've been on the Council for five months.

And you, I.Q.?

Two out-of-sight years.

Heh, not bad.

God, he's gorgeous, Penny.

Look at her hair. Aah!

Gosh, I wish mine was that high.

And what's your favorite record from the survey?

"Gravy."

All right, here's I. Q. Jones and Lou Ann Levorowski... leading our next dance, Give Me Gravy on my Mashed Potatoes.

I need gravy Give me, give me Give me, give me gravy tonight I knew you danced The mashed potato fine But that don't show me That you're really mine What's with dancin' Without romancin'?

So put that somethin' extra on the line Give me gravy On my mashed potatoes Give me gravy Come on and treat me right Give me gravy You're the greatest So give me, give me Give me, give me gravy tonight

Link, tell the home viewers where we'll be tonight.

Well, Corny, we'll be at the Parkville VFW.

For the Corny Collins Record Hop.

Stuck-up little spastic.

She's such a queer.

Parkville VFW, 8:00. What do you want to hear, Amber?

"Shake a Tail Feather" by The Five Du-Tones.

Here they are, The Five Du-Tones.

I heard about the fella You've been dancin' with All over the neighborhood So why didn't you ask me, baby?

Or didn't you think I could?

I know that the Bossa Nova's Outta sight I've seen him do the Bird all night But, if that was you and me Out there, baby I would have shown you How to do it right Do it right

Bend over Let me see you shake a tail feather

Twistin'! Shake-it, shake-it, shake-it Shake-it, baby You should be on that council, not her.

I know I should, Penny. Hey, I'm going to that hop tonight.

Oh, let me come. We'll lie and say we're going to the library to study.

It's a deal, heh. Heh.

We'll meet 8:00, up on the avenue. Heh.

Okay, young ladies. I've had just about enough of this screeching music.

Mother, we're watching The Corny Collins Show.

Penny, your mother called all frantic.

She said you are punished.

I'm always punished.

And Tracy, I have told you about that hair... all ratted up like a teenage Jezebel.

Oh, Mother, you're so '50s.

Tracy's flamboyant flip is all the rage, Miss Edna.

Jackie Kennedy, our first lady, even rats her hair.

But Tracy ain't no first lady, are you, Tracy?

No, sirree, she's a hairhopper. That's what she is.

Now, I've got nothing but hampers of ironing to do... and my diet pill is wearing off.

Tracy, I want you to go to your room and study.

And Penny, don't you be listening... to every bit of nonsense my daughter tells you.

If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was mental.

Now what? More soiled laundry for Mommy, I suppose.

Come in.

Edna, have you seen Penny?

Good Lord, Prudy, she's right over there.

Hi, Mom.

Penny Pingleton, you know you were 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.

Eight o'clock.

Bye, Miss Edna. Bye, honey.


I said no.

Oh, stop. Stop, unh. What is it? What is it?

Unh, oh, my God.

Amber, what's the matter? No, get off of me.

Don't look at me. Whoa, what's the matter? Amber.

What's the matter?

I happen to have a blemish.

You had three good close-ups today, period.

Why can't you dance up front where the voters can see you?

Leave me alone, Mother. I have a pimple.

Heh, you had to choose a colored record as your favorite song?

That's nice for the neighbors.

You got something against Connie Francis?

Shelley Fabares?

I love Shelley Fabares. Oh.

Amber, Amber.

Are you listening to me?

We have to have a little talk.

You know, if your father is forced to integrate Tilted Acres... we're out of business.

So at least act white on television.

Leave me alone, Mother.

"Shake a Tail Feather" is a wild song.

It's got a good beat and you can dance to it.

Oh, God, of all nights.

A Corny Collins record hop, and I've got craters.

Unh, just pop it. Pop it.

Just relax. Relax.

Don't be ridiculous. Take it easy.

Tension is the worst thing for a complexion.

Come on. Lie down. Lie down.

No moping.

Mother is here.

You have beautiful skin, Amber.

There. It's gone.

Now it's time for you-know-what Mother, I know all the dances.

Come on. Get up. Get up.

Practice makes perfect. Ugh.

I ought to know.

Don't forget, I was Miss Soft Crab in 1945.

And that title wasn't handed to me on a silver platter. I worked for it.

Now come on. A one, two, a one, two, three, pony.

Mash potatoes.

Faster.

Amber, I'd like to talk to you.

Yes, Daddy?

Don't stop. Cha-cha.

I'm tired. One, two, cha-cha-cha.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

I had some new campaign fliers made up today, all for Daddy's little girl.

Now, I want you to hand those out at the hop tonight to everyone.

Each and every one of those.

Twist. Oh, Daddy, ugh.

No lip from you, Miss ingrate.

This campaign is costing us an arm and a leg.

New gowns, hairdresser three times a week.

Your hairspray bill alone is enough to eat up all the profits from the Tilt-A-Whirl.

Do as Daddy says or we'll send you to Catholic school where you belong.

Right, Franklin? That's right. Catholic school.

Pass the macaroni and cheese, please.

Did you take that appetite suppressant I gave you on Dr. McKenzie's orders?

Mother, I'm a growing teenager. I need food.

Let her eat, Edna.

Tracy, did you do your chores around the house today?

Not Miss Tracy, Cyd Charisse herself.

She's too busy ratting her hair and doing the Ubangi stomp.

Tracy, we all have responsibilities in life.

You may think owning the Hardy Har joke shop is all drudgery... unwrapping dribble glasses, checking doggie doo inventory... but I love it.

You'll see. Work can be fun.

Can I please be excused to go to the library to study?

Let's have a ball at the hall tonight Boot it girl till the early bright Make a scene with the record machine At the dancin' party tonight Come on let's try mashed potatoes too What's the problem, officer?

This is a white establishment. Oh, come on.

Hey, listen, we just came to dance.

That's not fair. Open your purse, please.

And everything's all right Go. Go.

Mess around, Bristol Stompin' too Pony now like it's all brand new Any dance that you wanna do

Boys and girls, stay on the dance floor. Here comes the hottest tune of the day.

And it started right here in Baltimore.

And where did you see it first, kids?

The Corny Collins Show.

A big strong line, ladies and gentlemen. It's "Madison Time."

I can do that dance.

It's Madison time, hit it

You're lookin' good A big strong line

When I say hit it I want you to go two up and two back With a big strong turn and back to the Madison Hit it No, you dance better than all of them. Go ahead. Go.

You're lookin' good

Now when I say hit it I want you to go two up and two back Double cross Come out of it with the rifleman Hit it

Crazy Now when I say hit it I want the big strong "M"

Erase it, and back to the Madison Hit it

Walk on, you're lookin' good

Now then when I say hit it It'll be "T" time

Hit it

Big strong line Now when I say hit it I want the big strong basketball With the Wilt Chamberlain hook

Hit it Two points

Now this time when I say hit it I want the big strong Jackie Gleason And back to the Madison Hit it

And away we go Crazy When I say hit it, go two up and two back double cross and freeze Hit it

And hold it right there

All right. Hold on to your hats, all you continental rockers... because it's dance contest time, and we've got the wildest judge in town.

You listen to her every night on WEDD and she hosts Negro Day... on The Corny Collins Show. The last Thursday of every month.

A warm welcome for the queen of Baltimore soul...

Miss Motormouth Maybelle herself, ladies and gentlemen.

Let's hear it, Baltimore. Motormouth Maybelle.

All right, here she comes, looking very fine.

Ooh, wee, tiddley papa, I am a whopper.

Motormouth Maybelle is my name and, sweetheart, dancing is my game.

Motormouth, Motormouth, Motormouth.

All right.

Chubby Checker and "Pony Time."

Hey now let's party In the union hall It's pony time When you hear this call So get with it Don't quit it Get up Okay, fatso, let's see what you're made of.

With a big boss line Well anyway you do it You're gonna look real fine So get with it Don't quit it Get up Now you turn to the left When I say gee You turn to the right When I say haw Now gee Yeah, yeah, little baby Now haw Yeah, oh, baby Oh, baby, pony baby Do it, baby Oh, baby, oh, baby Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety Gonna see little Suzie Who lives next door She's doin' the pony She's takin' the floor So get with it Don't quit it

All right.

All right, Motormouth, just three couples left.

Tammy, bring on the applause meter.

Is it going to be couple number one?

Or is it couple number two?

Or shall it be couple number three?

All right.

I think we have a winner.

And that winner is...

I love them tender, Tracy and Fender.

All right.

Tracy Turnblad and Fender.

Tracy Turnblad, you are the queen of the hop tonight.

We hold auditions for the Council tomorrow. Come down, strut your stuff.

Oh, Corny, do you really think I'm good enough?

What do you think, Kids?

Yeah!

I hear you. Thanks for coming down, Tracy. We'll see you tomorrow.

Now, Motormouth, I think it's time we slowed things down a little... with Mr. Gene Pitney.

You can't hide your face in this godforsaken place.

Here in your own city, there's a town without pity, heh.

Gene Pitney, ladies and gentlemen.

When you're young and so and love As we And bewildered by the world we see Why do people hurt us so Only those in love would know What a town without pity can do Whore.

How can we keep love alive How can anything survive When these little minds tear you in two What a town without pity can do No, it isn't very pretty What a town without pity can do

Hey, diddily da Yeah, yeah, yeah Come on and make a line Continental, continental Hey, diddily dee Oh, yeah, you're looking fine Continental, continental Come on Let's go It's continental time Continental, continental Hey, diddily doo Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah This dance is all brand new Continental, continental Hey, diddily doo Aha, it's such a ball to do Continental, continental Thank you, girls.

And now it's time to move on to a little something we call the spotlight.

Okay. First girl, Miss Pingleton?

Uh, I'm just a little nervous.

This is show business, young lady.

If you think you're nervous now, ha.

Wait till you're on the air.

Okay, first question?

Are you now, or have you ever gone steady?

Well, I'm not going with anybody now, but I'd love to date a Council Member.

Pfft. She wishes. Yeah, right.

Come on.

Exactly how many sweaters do you have?

Gee, I never counted.

I guess about five.

Five?

Next.

Nadine Carver, Eastern High School.

Are you aware Negro Day is the last Thursday of every month?

Yes, I've been on it a few times.

I feel the show should be integrated every day.

Can you relate to Lesley Gore's music?

Look, she ain't no James Brown... but I can dance to Lawrence Welk if I have to.

Lawrence Welk?

Thank you, Nadine.

Tracy Turnblad.

Would you do a pimple cream commercial on camera... if Corny asked you to?

I'd be proud to.

Luckily, I've never been cursed with acne like others.

But I realize the devastating effect of skin blemishes... on the social life of teenagers.

Would you ever, heh, swim in an integrated swimming pool, heh?

Oh, my God.

I certainly would, Iggy. Heh.

I'm a modern kind of girl.

I'm all for integration.

Ugh, aren't you a little fat for the show?

That's enough, Amber.

I would imagine that many home viewers are also pleasantly plump or chunky.

Oh, come on. The show's not filmed in CinemaScope, heh.

You're out of line, Amber.

Ow. Corny, Tammy, can't you see?

This girl's a trash can. That's five demerit points.

You're suspended from the show today. Pack your things. Go home.

Oh, my God.

I was supposed to lead ladies' choice. I'm sure we can find a replacement.

Yes, Corny. Please, wait outside.

The Council will now meet in secret, debate your personality flaws... and come to a final decision.

Miss Edna!

Miss Edna!

Penny Pingleton, you'll wake the dead.

Tracy's not home yet.

Plus your mother called and she's on the warpath.

I know, Miss Edna. Can I come in?

Oh, there's something you have gotta see.

Well, yeah, come on up... but I've got ironing and Wilbur's working.

Mr. Turnblad!

It's not war with Cuba, is it?

Or more Negro problems? No, you'll see.

Did poor Debbie Reynolds have a nervous breakdown?

This better be good.

Broad daylight and I'm sitting in front of a TV.

I've seen The Corny Collins Show., thank you.

Just watch. I just lost a $2.69 Silly Putty sale.

This better be worth it. Wait, you'll see. Just watch.

- What's your name? I'm Ruby.

- And you? Dee Dee.

- What about you? I'm Lucille.

Where will you be appearing tonight?

We'll be at the Royal Theater.

- At Motormouth Maybelle All soul review.

All right, ladies and gentlemen... a big hand for Baltimore's own Trinklettes.

I closed up shop for this?

Just wait.

Let's keep the music playing... and the hits a-turning with Mr. Gene Chandler... because the Duke of Earl loves to cha-cha.

There, there. Look.

It's Tracy.

Oh, my God. She's all peroxided up.

I'll be damned. Tracy's on TV.

With a triple process, yet.

But Tracy was accepted on the Corny Collins Council.

Mr. and Mrs. Turnblad, your daughter's a star.

And you, you are my girl And no one can hurt you, oh, no See? She's already getting close-ups.

Does she get paid for this?

Big as a house. I think she looks pretty, Edna, heh.

Hello.

Uh, yes, I'm watching her now.

You are? Well, thank you, heh.

Yes. Good bye.

That was Hilda from up Conklin Street.

She's going to send a telegram.

Oh, God, there she is.

Nothing can stop me, now

'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl So, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's time to introduce someone very special.

A new Council Member making her first appearance on the show... and we already have telegrams. Introduce yourself.

Hi, Corny. I'm Tracy Turnblad and I go to Mervel High.

Well, someone out there likes you.

"Please, have the new girl lead a ladies' choice."

I was supposed to lead the ladies' choice.

- Tell me, Tracy, are you going steady? No, I'm not.

But there is somebody I've got a crush on.

Who, I'd like to know? She's just a child.

Well, let's see who the lucky guy is.

Ladies and gentlemen, a ladies' choice.

Hi, Tracy. It's me, Penny.

She can't hear you.

She better hadn't dare.

If you should lose me Oh, yeah You'll lose a good thing

If you should lose me Oh, yeah You'll lose a good thing

You know I love you Do anything for you Ugh, oh, God. He's violated the oath of the friendship ring.

Oh, don't cry, honey.

You'll lose a good thing

I'm givin' you one more chance For you to do right If you'll only straighten up We'll have a good life That fat girl's no competition.

White trash, plain and simple.

For all we know, that girl could be high yellow.

Oh, Mommy, Daddy, I'll still be the queen of the auto show, won't I?

Oh, honey.

Tracy!

Tracy.

No, she's not here.

Well, I'm sure she loves you too.

Yes, thank you. Goodbye.

This is amazing.

She's so popular already.

She could be one of The June Taylor Dancers.

Hello.

Well, yes, I am Tracy Turnblad's agent.

Give me a pencil. Quick, quick.

How may I help you?

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

Here's Tracy.

Oh, Tracy, you were wonderful.

Honey, we're real proud of you. We'll be there.

Oh, sweetie, listen.

Tomorrow, get up just a bit closer so we can see you better.

And maybe even give the Hardy Har a little p-p-p plug, heh.

Oh, Mom, Dad.

Oh, Penny, my best friend.

I'm so happy.

Finally all of Baltimore knows, I'm big, blond and beautiful.

You're a teen leader now.

And the show biz offers are pouring in.

Tonight we have an audition. Honey, this is only the beginning.

Stick with me and we'll claw our way to the top.

Oh, God.

Fame, fortune, glamour.

And to top it off...

...I'm in love. Oh.

Wow, Tracy, you're really tough.

Oh, ooh, Tracy, what do you think about this one?

I like it. Oh.

Wilbur would kill us if we spent that much.

You look gorgeous, Bertha. Simply exquisite.

Oh, I don't know, Pinky. Have an ├ęclair.

Oh.

Eat up, girls. Eat up. Big is beautiful.

Tracy Turnblad.

Welcome to the Hefty Hideaway house of fashion for the ample woman.

Hi, I'm Mr. Pinky. Hi.

Mr. Pinky, I'm Tracy's business manager, Edna Turnblad.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet the both of you.

Here, we cater to big-boned gals like yourself who are stylish... and at the same time frustrated by the lack of sizes in stores today.

I saw you on TV. I want you to be my model.

Would, uh...? Would she be paid for this?

One free outfit a month.

You start tomorrow. I hope there's no diets in the works... because I want to design your Miss Auto Show coronation gown myself.

Could, uh, could you throw a pair of complimentary pettipants in the deal?

You drive a hard bargain, Miss Edna, and rightfully so.

Pettipants, pettigirdle, you just let Tracy take her pick.

How about a fabulous frock just for me?

Tracy has to work one extra day for free.

It's a deal.

Thank you, Mr. Pinky. Ha-ha-ha.

I'm going to make you a star.

I hope your father likes this.

He'll love it. You look beautiful. It's the new you.

Oh, mom, come on. Come on.

Go in the beauty shop? Yes.

You haven't done that in years. No, ha, ha.

Come on. You deserve it. No, Wilbur will kill me.

Come on. Oh, okay.

You really think I should? Yes.

Come on, Mom.

Mama, welcome to the '60s. Heh.

I'll talk to you after biology. See you after PE, guys.

In the figure shown, line segment AB and line segment CD... are chords of the circle.

Line segment PA and line segment PC...

What is the problem, Mr. Davis?

I can't see through her hair.

I can't help it if he's short.

Your ratted hair is preventing yet another student's geometry education.

It's feathered, not ratted.

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 principal's office.

Let's see what he has to say.

Anyway, she was right in the car... in plain sight of just everybody at the hop.

She was nude.

No. That fat thing?

Tracy Turnblad is a whore.

Happy now?

But, Mom, I didn't do... Don't "but, Mom" me.

I didn't. He's lying. Ow! You are suspended.

What was that for? Give you something to whine about.

Miss Turnblad?

Have a seat.

Yes, sir.

Once again, your hairdo is getting you in hot water.

Didn't two weeks in hairdo detention have any effect?

Uh, I happen to be the height of teen fashion.

You're on a one-way ticket to reform school.

Well, I'm afraid we're just going to have to change your homeroom.

Starting today, you report to class 10-D, room 108.

Special ed?

Yes, Miss Turnblad, special education.

But that's for retards. Mm.

And the black kids you try to hold back.

Here, you will be taught by specialists... trained to deal with hairdo scofflaws in high-school society.

Mr. Davidson.

That will be all, Miss Turnblad.

The city of Baltimore has an interesting Catholic history.

It was named after Lord Baltimore.

He founded the Maryland colony for Catholics... and others who could not practice their religion in England.

Hey, don't touch my stuff. I'll kick your ass.

Take it back.

Teach us how to dance, honey.

Yeah, yeah. Go, go, go...

Good morning, class.

Good morning, Mrs. Shipley.

Now let's all stand and say the Pledge of Allegiance.

I pledge allegiance to the flag... of the United States of America.

And one and two and three and four.

Let's warm it up. And one and two...

Come on, Amber. Can't we just be friends?

You're acting like a child.

Here we go with jumping jacks.

Let's go. And one and two and three...

Now, as you all know... today is special education's turn at the dodgeball tournament.

Aw!

So let's get into the locker room, put on those gym outfits... and show them that special education is nothing to laugh about.

And three and four. Looking good.

Look, it's special ed.

This is special ed?

Special ed in the red!

All right, ladies, let's go. Let's play dodgeball.

Penny, they put me in special ed just because of my hair.

Hey, I saw you on The Corny Collins Show.

Where'd a white girl learn to dance like that?

Just practicing.

Oh, and watching Negro Day on Corny Collins.

Hey, Thunder Thighs, this one's for you.

Grow up, Amber.

Mama says Negro Day ain't nothing but segregation.

Your mama? Yeah.

None other than Motormouth Maybelle herself.

I'm Seaweed.

Hey, Penny, see the colored boy, the cute one?

His mother is Motormouth Maybelle.

He's gorgeous.

I'll get the fat retard.

Game over! Let's hit the showers. Tracy?

Tracy?

Did you see that?

Tracy?

You're all right, girl.

Are you sure she's all right? Yeah.

She'll be okay.

It's not who wins. It's how you play the game.

Tracy, would you go steady with me?

Uh-huh.

Come on, everybody Clap your hands Now you're looking 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 Yeah, round and round And up and down we go again Oh, baby let 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, let's twist again Twistin' time is here

Four, three, two, one. You're on the air.

Fatty, fatty, 2-by-4, can't get through the dressing room door?

Hi, I'm Mr. Pinky, owner of the Hefty Hideaway, 3311 Eastern Avenue.

Are you big-boned, got a glandular problem, but still want 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 12 to 26. You heard me right.

You need a girdle? We got them.

Even got large-size shoes for that continental Clementine look.

Oh, my darling All at prices you can afford. Big is beautiful.

Hefty Hideaway, Eastern Avenue. Come on in today.

You'll be awful glad you did.

That's our little baby. Ugh.

She's prettier than Elizabeth Taylor.

Thank you. It's, uh, 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 little sister... or cousins or nieces or nephews and let those tykes rock'n 'roll on...

The Corny Collins Show.

I've never been to North Avenue.

Don't worry. Seaweed gave me the directions.

Oh, my God! It's Tracy!

Tracy! What's your name?

Oh, that's so sweet.

Thank you.

Penny! Hurry up. Hurry up.

I gotta go. Thank you. Penny!

Taxi. Taxi.

Come here. Quick, quick.

Follow that bus.

Yeah, this is the place. Wow.

This is great.

Look at that.

Never been to this part of town before, heh.

Hi. Hi.

There they are. Stop the cab. Stop the cab.

Come on, everybody Dig this dance I'm gonna put down Is it the Watusi?

No, baby

- Is it the twist? Un-un!

- Flap your wings Flap your wings

- While the music swings While the music swings

- Get with the beat, now Get with the beat Ow! Lookin' real

- Come on and work it baby Work, work, work

- Come on and work it now Work it, work Tracy Turnblad.

You're my favorite dancer on Corny Collins.

I'm L'il Inez, Seaweed's sister.

Well, it's nice to meet you, L'il Inez.

Uh, this is my best friend Penny. Link you probably know from the show.

Wow, you guys really came. Hey, everybody.

This is Tracy, the baddest white dancer in town.

And this is Link.

This is Penny.

No matter what you heard... we are gonna teach the white children how to do the Bird.

Right. Come on. Come on. Watch.

- Come on and work it baby Work, work, work

- Come on and work it, honey Work, work, work

- Do the swim Do the swim

- Do the flea, now Do the flea Hey, Miss White Lady.

Hey, can you spare me a quarter, so I can buy me a taste?

Somebody, please, help me.

Here, here. Take it all.

Take it. Take it all. Uh...

Please, don't hurt me. Please.

Why, thank you. Thank you kindly.

Help. Ha-ha-ha!

No, no, no.

Oh, oh, oh!

Officer. Yes, ma'am? Can I help you?

Let's get together tonight And play some hide and go seek Let's play some hide and go seek Let's go Ooh, the dirty boogie.

Well, I love you Love you, love you Tickle, tickle Hug me, hug me, hug me

- You all hid? Yeah!

If you ain't hid, you better holler Billy goat Bahh

- Are you ready? I'm not ready Aw, man, let's hide this time I went down the road The road was muddy I stubbed my toe My toe was hurting

- Who all hid? Yeah If you ain't hid, you better holler Billy goat Bahh Two bars of washing powder Two bars of soap Already hid, you better holler Billy goat I went down the road The road was muddy I stubbed my toe My toe wasn't hurting Walk, don't jump To the bottom of the well Swam by the devil and he I'm not gonna say that

- Who all hid? Yeah If you ain't hid, you better holler Billy goat Bahh

Don't anybody come near me.

I'm armed, and I'm prepared to protect myself.

Oh, God, Mother.

I know you were snatched, Penny, and I've come to save you.

Oh, Papa Tuney, we got a loony.

Don't you try any of your voodoo spells on me, you native woman.

We're just dancing.

Mrs. Pingleton, stop acting crazy. These are our friends.

Don't act ignorant, Tracy Turnblad.

Come on, Penny. Mother.

Come on. Run. Run.

Run for your life!

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...

You're gonna do terrific, all right?

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've gotta shake your hands All around Right over here.

And then you buzz around the floor You can do it if you really try All the girls and the guys Tracy! Aah! Tracy!

What the hell?

What are they doing here?

Look what she's wearing.

Hurry up, but watch your step. Hurry, but watch your step.

You all together? Yeah.

Sorry, Preteen Day is a white-only show. Negro Day is the end of the month.

You can come in or get out of the line. You're gonna turn this little girl away?

I don't make the rules. You gonna come in...?

Aren't you aware of the Supreme Court ruling on segregation?

What are you talking about? I just want you to either come in or don't come in.

I have a dream. You heard the man.

- You're holding up the line. Segregation never! Integration now!

Cut it out. Knock it off.

Segregation never! Integration now!

Come here. Come here. Hold them. All right.

- All right. Integration now! Segregation never!

Okay, 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.

Mother. Go on. What are you waiting for?

Well, life's too short And you're too sweet Every day of your life, child You've got to spend with me Now let me tell you about Sally She's a-really tough And girl you know about Emmy There's some trouble outside. A little black girl who wants to be on the show.

Well, let her in, for God sakes. The station management says no.

She's with agitators. I'm afraid demonstration's in the works.

Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can.

Where are you going?

Wait, I gotta go. You're a teen helper. You can't go.

You can't change the world's problems in one day.

A-no no, a-no no I, I keep a-tellin' you Aah, I I said I told a-you baby Two, four, six, eight! TV's got to integrate!

Please, sit down and stop this, please. Hey, you.

Can I ask you a personal question? No.

Is your daughter mulatto? Why, you...

Look at this. How dare you call my daughter mulatto?

Tracy. Tracy, come back here.

Two, four, six, eight! TV's got to integrate!

Two, four, six, eight! TV's got to integrate!

Two, four, six...!

A-hey-hey A-hey-hey A-hey-hey

Now, kids, we're gonna get real lovey-dovey.

One of your favorite records and one of mine too.

Lesley Gore, sing your heart out.

Can I, uh, have this dance?

Sure.

What difference does it make, Mr. Hodgepile? One little black girl?

Who are you, the NAACP?

But it's an easy way to integrate without trouble.

Absolutely not.

Baltimore is not ready for integrated dancing.

And 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 Ew!

Two, four, six, eight! TV's got to integrate!

Aah! That's the fuzz!

That's it for today, kids.

See you tomorrow at 3:00, live at Tilted Acres.


I'm blue

I wanna tell all you people I dropped a penny in the well Hopin' you would come back soon I couldn't believe what I heard A fortune teller told me My love with you was through I hope her reading was wrong I hope she was wrong 'Cause you been gone too long

- Come home Hey!


Black Baltimore, your mother is ready to show her might... and fight, fight, fight.

Yeah!

All right, now. After school, you know where to go.

Tilted Acres, for the show.

Segregation? No, no, no!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

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.

Talking about Toussaint McCall.

I moved your picture

From my walls

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

I

I write this letter

It's raining On my window pane

And I feel the need of you Because without you Nothing seems the same So I'll wait

Until you're home

Again I love you But I'm all alone And oh, my darling

Oh, Link, this is so romantic.

I wish...

I wish I was dark-skinned.

Oh, Tracy.

Our souls are black, even though our skin is white.

Oh, Seaweed.

Oh, Seaweed, will integration ever come?

Oh, Penny, my little white lily.

We're outcast from both societies, black, white.

Our love is taboo.

Oh, go to second. Go to second.

Oh, yes.

Seaweed, look.

Tracy. Tracy Turnblad, It's your mommy.

Oh, my God, it's my mother. She's gonna kill us.

There they are. Tracy! Tracy! I'm gonna die.

Where are they? Don't run, Tracy.

You'll fall. You have heels on.

You'll fall, honey.

Hello, hello! Oh, thank God. Can we please come in for a little while?

Open up. Please.

Oh, come on. Open up.

Let us in. Can we come in?

Please? Come on, guys.

Come on. Come on.

Like, hi, cats.

Sit down.

You got the fuzz chasing you? No, we were...

Wow, you cats are real beatniks. Just like New York.

Day-o, day-o Daylight's a-comin' And he wanna go home

You two checkerboard chicks? What?

You know, black and white, salt and pepper.

Well, yes, I'm a checkerboard chick, I guess.

Whoa! Whoa!

Phew!

I'm an integrationist. Yeah.

We shall overcome someday.

Not with that hair, you won't.

You look like a hairhopper to me.

I mean, your hair is really uncool.

How do you get your hair so straight and so flat?

With an iron, man.

I play my bongos, listen to Odetta, and then I iron my hair. Dig?

I think we'd better get going now. The coast looks clear.

Let's do some reefer. We'll get high and I'll iron the chicks' hair.

Reefer? Oh.

Drugs?

Locoweed.

When I'm high, I am Odetta.

Let's get naked and smoke.

Cool.

Don't breathe it in. You'll be addicted.

Later, sister, later. Much later.

I saw the best minds of my generation Destroyed by madness Starving, hysterical, naked Dragging themselves...

Angelheaded hipsters burning for The ancient heavenly connection To the starry dynamo In the machinery of night Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed And sat up smoking in the...

Oh, hi, Dad. Dad?

Don't "hi, Dad" me. The whole world saw you on the news.

Penny, this is Dr. Frederickson.

He's a psychiatrist, and he's going to make you all better.

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.

Be a good little girl and slip this on.

Shock treatments are the answer.

Come here, Penny. What are you doing?

Good girl. Good girl.

I love you, Seaweed! Shut up!

Get her in the car. It'll be all right. Get her, doc, quick.

Prudy, this is totally unnecessary.

Come on, honey. Time to go home. You can see Link tomorrow.

We've been worried sick about you. This neighborhood's no place for a star.

Get in that car before someone sees you.

Tilted acres is not fair!

Racist people everywhere!

Tilted acres is not fair! Racist people everywhere!

Get out of here. Go back where you belong.

Well, personally, I have nothing against them.

It's merely a matter of economics.

Tilted Acres will never be integrated.

Segregation today. Segregation tomorrow.

Segregation forever.

Hey.


One black face gets on camera, this show's off the air.

The kids don't care if blacks dance on the show.

This is ripping the city apart.

Motormouth Maybelle is out there, and she's our friend.

We've done hops together for years. The kids love her.

The Corny Collins Show remains white.

Or you're all fired.

Good afternoon, Baltimore, and welcome to The Corny Collins Show.

Yes, we are live from Tilted Acres.

Hop in the car, bring the whole family, come out.

Right now I want to introduce to you the top contenders... in the Miss Auto Show contest, Amber Von Tussle and Tracy Turnblad.

I understand you're both going to introduce a new dance in the show today.

Yes, I am, Corny. It's called the Limbo Rock.

And I bet some people will find it quite difficult.

Here it is, the Limbo Rock.

Every limbo boy and girl All around the limbo world 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

Good afternoon, Penny.

Feeling better?

Getting in touch with your anger?

Go, Tracy, go!

Limbo ankle, limbo knee Bend back like a limbo tree Jack, be limber, Jack, be quick Jack, go under limbo stick

I watch that tramp and I'm embarrassed to be white.

You know, Edna, I've been reading about these kids.

Maybe Tracy could be some sort of campus leader.

Wilbur, it's the times.

They're a-changing.

Something's blowing in the wind.

Fetch me my diet pills, would you, hon?

Get yourself a limbo girl

Go back to Africa where you came from. Your kind's not wanted here.

Baltimore, you saw it here first. The Limbo Rock.

Thank you very much, Amber.

I'm a winner, Corny. Well, Amber, you won the dance... but let's check the election results to see how you're doing.

We have an upset.

For the first time, Tracy Turnblad is number one with a bullet.

What do you have to say for yourself, Tracy?

If elected, I plan to represent all of Baltimore.

Today I'd like to introduce a brand-new dance... and dedicate it to some of my special friends... who, because of small-minded people, can't be here with me today.

My dance is called the Waddle.

That girl's got roaches in her hair.

Roaches?

My little Tracy's a clean teen.

There's no bugs on our baby.

I'm not kidding. I just saw one.

Amber, you're such a comedian, heh.

Ladies and gentlemen, Tracy Turnblad and the Waddle.


You all make me sick.

Tammy. What is going on here?

Look, we had nothing to do with it. It isn't our fault.

Seaweed, come on.

Seaweed.

Tracy, just keep dancing.

Move it around here. What, are you crazy?

Come on. Move out.

That's why I would like to humbly state...

Daddy. Mommy. Daddy. Mommy. Daddy.

There's a riot going on. A riot?

A race riot. A race...?

Yo, I'm talking to you. Look, I have no...

Everybody just stay calm. Stay calm...

You leave my boyfriend alone, you witch.

You scum! Stay back. Stay back.

Police brutality. Police brutality.

Negroes. Aah!

Black boys. Aah!

Police brutality! Police brutality!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Link! Link!

Police brutality! Tracy!

Hey, let her go! Tracy!

Tracy!

Tracy!

Good evening. Friday, June 5th, 1962.

Racially tense Tilted Acres amusement park... long a tradition of Baltimore fun...

Penny.Penny.

Seaweed? Penny. How are you?

Why are you here? What happened to your head?

Uh, it happened at Tilted Acres.

Get me out of here. Okay.

...the on-location shooting of the TV dance...

Come on.

Thanks for coming. Unh.

They'll be held at Montrose Reform School...

Come on.

- Identified as Tracy Turnblad... Be careful.

Girl, they gonna flip when they see the new you. including Link Larkin...

That's Link Larkin, my boyfriend.

Ooh! Boyfriend.

- -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.

I love you, Tracy.

Tracy Turnblad is a human roach nest.

Is this the caliber of teenager we want representing Baltimore at the auto show?

Amber will be so proud of us.

We're going to go down in the history books for this one, Velma.

Tracy's parents had an emotional appeal for their daughter.

Tracy, honey, we know you are innocent.

It's Miss Edna.

Has she always been that big? - We joined the NAACP.

And we will fight in every way possible to get you released... and back in front of the cameras where you belong.

Penny!

- Integration is no laughing matter. God. It's Mother.

Black and white, take hands...

Hey, it's Motormouth. Mom. and let them know that we will not stand for racism.

Free Tracy Turnblad.

Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad!

- Free Tracy Turnblad! Ahem.

Free Tracy Turnblad! Free...!

Now, darling, aren't you glad that you were punished... and under psychiatric care?

You could have been killed today.

I wish I was at a hootenanny... in Harlem. Ha, ha.

What was that? Ah, just the TV.

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. What the...?

Come on, Penny.

Penny Pingleton, I'm calling the cops.

You are no longer my daughter. You are punished even after you die.

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 gonna take this opportunity... to open the show here in the city of Baltimore.

There we are. Thank you, governor.

Wonderful to see you again. How are you doing?

How do you do? So nice meeting you.

You've got some spinach on your tie.

Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad!

Free Tracy Turnblad! Segregation never! Integration now!

Free Tracy Turnblad! Segregation never!

Now, just remember, if Amber loses, she walks off the set... and then you throw the bomb.

Who the hell is Tracy Turnblad?

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. A what?

Free Tracy Turnblad! Jesus Christ.

More integration pickets.

This is a political hot potato and I wasn't even warned.

This came out of nowhere.

We had no idea of her grassroots support.

You keep the goddamn cops away before this makes the national news.

Free Tracy Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad!

Governor, governor.

We must have some answers for our vast television audience.

Voters are demanding answers right here at the governor's mansion.

This demonstration's gonna turn nasty. We've got to get answers.

Hey, no police. No police. Good evening, governor.

May I speak with you? How are you, dear?

What are you doing? What is this? What's with the handcuffs?

Oh.

Hi, honey. I'm... I'm home.

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.

No cops. No cameras.

We're gonna work this thing out ourselves, aren't we?

Madame, you do have the key to these?

We'll talk about the key after you release Tracy.

Stinky, stinky, stombo...

The moment of truth has arrived, ladies and gentlemen.

You, the audience, made your decision. Excuse me.

And here to announce the results we have Mr. Arvin Hodgepile... president of WZZT studios, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you. Thank you.

We have a difficult situation with the votes tabulation.

The results were quite close.

Tracy! Tracy! Tracy!

Tracy! Tracy! Tracy!

Technically, the winner is Miss Tracy Turnblad.

Yeah!

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Quiet.

Shut up, or we're going 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.


Let's talk this over. We can discuss this.

Oh, what...? Oh, wow. Let's talk it over.

Leave him alone. We can talk... I'll call.

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?

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.

I'm the winner! Leave me alone!

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 Do the Roach Everybody, now Squish, squash Kill that roach Well, there's a roach Upon my floor For Christ's sakes, pardon Tracy Turnblad.

All right! Whoo!

Free Tracy Turnblad!


Squish, squash Kill that roach

Tracy? What are you doing here?

I got something for you.

Amber.

Wait. Hold on.

Baltimore, you are seeing history being made today.

White and black together for the first time on local TV.

I hate you, Tracy Turnblad. The Corny Collins Show is integrated!

Yes, all right!

Amber, we're going home now.

No, Mommy, no!


Stop. Get away from me. Get away. Come on.

I'm a married man with a family. Don't hurt me, please.

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 standin' still Keepin' 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 What are you doing? Ow! Give me that.

You little... Ugh.

Well, come on, baby Let's do the Bug Mm, 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 Well, real bugs bug me No matter what size Come down. Come down.

Itching powder. Itching powder?

Oh, oh, oh!


Let's dance!