All language subtitles for Hairspray.1988.1080

SUBTITLES BY LUIS-SUBS.

TRACY: Come on, come on.
PENNY: Okay, all right.

TRACY: Will you hurry up?

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm home.

PENNY: 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.
MALINSKI: Goodbye, Edna.

(DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES)

(DEE DEE SHARP'S "MASHED POTATO
TIME" PLAYING ON TV)

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

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: Woo, yeah.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and
gentlemen, Corny Collins.

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

(CHEERING)

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

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

(MACHINE DINGS)

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.

(APPLAUSE)

Heh, not bad.

God, he's gorgeous, Penny.

- Look at her hair.
- Aah!

PENNY: Gosh, I wish
mine was that high.

And what's your favorite
record from the survey?

(IN UNISON) "Gravy."

All right, here's I. Q. Jones
and Lou Ann Levorowski...

leading our next dance, Give Me
Gravy on my Mashed Potatoes.

(DEE DEE SHARP'S "GRAVY"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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.

CORNY: 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.

(THE FIVE DU-TONES' "SHAKE A TAIL
FEATHER" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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. PENNY: 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.

EDNA: 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.

EDNA: 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.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

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.

(WHISPERS) Eight o'clock.

- Bye, Miss Edna.
- Bye, honey.

(SIGHS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(SCREAMS)

(CROWD YELLING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

AMBER: I said no.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GIGGLING)

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

Unh, oh, my God.

(GRUNTS)

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

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

(AMBER WHIMPERING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

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.

VELMA: 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.

(SINGS)
Now it's time for you-know-what.

Mother, I know all the dances.

Come on. Get up. Get up.

- Practice makes perfect.
AMBER: Ugh.

VELMA: 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?

(EDNA CHUCKLES)

Not Miss Tracy, Cyd
Charisse herself.

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

WILBUR: 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.

(WILBUR & EDNA LAUGHING)

You'll see. Work can be fun.

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

(CHUBBY CHECKER'S "DANCIN' PARTY"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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.

(WOMAN SIGHS)

- 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

(ALL CHEERING)

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?

ALL: The Corny Collins Show.

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

I can do that dance.

(RAY BRYANT COMBO'S "MADISON
TIME" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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 CHEERING)

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.

(CHEERING)

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

Motormouth, Motormouth,
Motormouth.

All right.

Chubby Checker and "Pony Time."

(CHUBBY CHECKER'S "PONY TIME"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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 CHEERING)

All right.

All right, Motormouth,
just three couples left.

Tammy, bring on the
applause meter.

Is it going to be
couple number one?

(BEEPS)

(ALL CHEERING)

Or is it couple number two?

(BEEPS)

Or shall it be
couple number three?

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

All right.

I think we have a winner.

And that winner is...

I love them tender,
Tracy and Fender.

CORNY: 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?

ALL: 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.

(GENE PITNEY'S "TOWN WITHOUT
PITY" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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

(THE DOVELLS' "DO THE NEW
CONTINENTAL" PLAYING)

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

(MUSIC STOPS)

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.
MAN: Yeah, right.

(ALL SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

Come on.

Exactly how many
sweaters do you have?

Gee, I never counted.

I guess about five.

ALL: Five?

(ALL LAUGH)

Next.

Nadine Carver,
Eastern High School.

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

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

I feel the show should
be integrated every day.

(ALL MUTTERING)

Can you relate to
Lesley Gore's music?

(CHUCKLES)

Look, she ain't
no James Brown...

but I can dance to Lawrence
Welk if I have to.

WOMAN: 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?

WOMAN: Oh, my God.

(ALL CHATTERING)

- I certainly would, Iggy.
- Heh.

TRACY: 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.

MAN: 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.

WOMAN: Oh, my God.

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

AMBER: Yes, Corny.
- Please, wait outside.

The Council will now meet in secret,
debate your personality flaws...

and come to a final decision.

PENNY: Miss Edna!

Miss Edna!

EDNA: Penny Pingleton,
you'll wake the dead.

Tracy's not home yet.

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

PENNY: I know, Miss Edna.
Can I come in?

Oh, there's something
you have gotta see.

EDNA: Well, yeah, come on up...

but I've got ironing
and Wilbur's working.

PENNY: 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.

CORNY: What about you?
LUCILLE: I'm Lucille.

CORNY: 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.

CORNY: Let's keep the
music playing...

and the hits a-turning
with Mr. Gene Chandler...

because the Duke of
Earl loves to cha-cha.

(GENE CHANDLER'S "DUKE OF EARL"
PLAYING ON TV)

There, there. Look.

It's Tracy.

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

WILBUR: 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.

PENNY: See? She's already
getting close-ups.

Does she get paid for this?

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

(PHONE RINGING)

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.

(AMBER GROANS)

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Nothing can stop me, now

'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl.

So, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(ALL CHEERING)

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.

(BARBARA LYNN'S "YOU'LL
LOSE A GOOD THING" PLAYING)

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.

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS)

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.

VELMA: 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.

(ALL CHEERING)

ALL: Tracy!

MAN: 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.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello.

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

Give me a pencil. Quick, quick.

How may I help you?

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

(TRACY PANTS)

PENNY: Here's Tracy.

(CHEERING)

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...

(SIGHS)

- ...I'm in love.
- Oh.

Wow, Tracy, you're really tough.

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

- TRACY: 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 éclair.

BERTHA: 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.

(DOOR BELLS JINGLE)

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.

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

TEACHER: 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.

TEACHER: 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.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(BOY 1 SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

BOY 2: Hey, don't touch my
stuff. I'll kick your ass.

GIRL: Take it back.

(ALL WHOOPING AND WHISTLING)

GIRL: Teach us how
to dance, honey.

BOY 2: Yeah, yeah. Go, go, go...

Good morning, class.

ALL: Good morning, Mrs. Shipley.

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

ALL: I pledge allegiance
to the flag...

of the United States of America.

(TRACY COUGHS)

WOMAN: 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.

WOMAN: 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.

ALL: 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.

WOMAN: And three and four.
Looking good.

Look, it's special Ed.

(ALL LAUGHING)

This is special Ed?

(ALL LAUGHING)

GIRL: Special Ed in the red!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

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

(ALL YELLING)

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

BOY: Hey, I saw you on
The Corny Collins Show.

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

TRACY: 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.

TRACY: Your mama? BOY: 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.

(WHISTLES)

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

Tracy?

GIRL: Did you see that?

Tracy?

You're all right, girl.

PENNY: Are you sure she's all right?
- 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?

Uh-huh.

(CHUBBY CHECKER'S
"LET'S TWIST AGAIN" PLAYING)

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

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: 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.

(SINGS)
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.

(EDNA LAUGHING)

- That's our little baby.
EDNA: 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.

(CHEERING)

CORNY: 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...

ALL: The Corny Collins Show.

I've never been to North Avenue.

Don't worry. Seaweed
gave me the directions.

(BUS HORN HONKS)

WOMAN: Oh, my God! It's Tracy!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: Tracy!
- What's your name?

Oh, that's so sweet.

Thank you.

Penny! Hurry up. Hurry up.

I gotta go. Thank you. Penny!

(PRUDENCE SCREAMS)

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.

PENNY: Hi. WOMAN: Hi.

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

(THE TWO DU-TONES' "THE BIRD"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Come on, everybody Dig this
dance I'm gonna put down.

Is it the Watusi?

(MOUTHS) 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.

MAYBELLE: 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.

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

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...

(ALL LAUGHING)

Please, don't hurt me. Please.

Why, thank you.
Thank you kindly.

(CHUCKLES)

- Help.
- Ha-ha-ha!

No, no, no.

Oh, oh, oh!

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

(SCREAMING)

(BUNKER HILL'S "HIDE AND GO SEEK"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Let's get together tonight And
play some hide and go seek.

Let's play some hide
and go seek Let's go.

MAN: 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

(MIMICS SIZZLING)

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

(RECORD SCRATCHES)

Don't anybody come near me.

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

(ALL LAUGH)

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!

(ALL LAUGHING)

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...

MAN: You're gonna do
terrific, all right?

WOMAN: Oh, it's gonna
be a lot of fun.

(CHUBBY CHECKER'S "THE FLY"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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.

WOMAN: Right over here.

And then you buzz around the floor
You can do it if you really try.

All the girls and the guys.

GIRL: 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? ALL: 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.

ALL: 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.

(BAND PLAYING "LIFE'S TOO SHORT")

- 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?

TRACY: 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.

TRACY: 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...

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

Tracy. Tracy, come back here.

ALL: 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

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

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.

(LESLEY GORE'S "YOU DON'T OWN ME"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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.

CHILDREN: Ew!

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

TRACY: Aah! That's the fuzz!

That's it for today, kids.

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

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(GULPS)

(THE IKETTES' "I'M BLUE"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(WOMEN SINGING)

I'm blue

(WOMEN SINGING)

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!

(WOMEN SINGING)

(ALL CHEERING)

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

and fight, fight, fight.

ALL: Yeah!

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

Tilted Acres, for the show.

Segregation? No, no, no!

(CHEERING)

ALL (CHANTING): 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.

(TOUSSAINT MCCALL'S "NOTHING
TAKES THE PLACE OF YOU" PLAYING)

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.

MAN (SINGING): 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.

(SQUEAKS)

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.

(BOTH MOANING)

Oh, yes.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Seaweed, look.

(HORN HONKS)

EDNA: Tracy. Tracy
Turnblad, It's your mommy.

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

WILBUR: There they are. Tracy!
Tracy! SEAWEED: I'm gonna die.

EDNA: Where are they?
Don't run, Tracy.

You'll fall. You have heels on.

You'll fall, honey.

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

LINK: Open up. TRACY: Please.

SEAWEED: Oh, come on.
LINK: Open up.

- Let us in. SEAWEED:
Can we come in?

TRACY: Please? SEAWEED:
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.

(SINGING)
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.

SEAWEED: 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...

- PENNY: Oh, hi, Dad.
- 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.

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. 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.

(CROWD CHEERING)

GROUP (CHANTING):
Tilted acres is not fair!

Racist people everywhere!

Tilted acres is not fair!
Racist people everywhere!

BOY 1: Get out of here. BOY
2: 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.

(IN UNISON)
Segregation forever.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GIGGLES)

Hey.

(CROWD CHEERING)

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.

(CROWD CHEERING)

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.

(CHUBBY CHECKER'S "LIMBO ROCK"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

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.

(TRACY SCREAMS)

CORNY: 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.

(THE BRACELETS' "WADDLE,
WADDLE" PLAYING OVER SPEAKER)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(FIRECRACKER EXPLODES
AND CROWD SCREAMS)

You all make me sick.

- Tammy. ARVIN: What
is going on here?

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

(ARVIN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

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...

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(SEAWEED GRUNTING)

Everybody just stay calm.
Stay calm...

(GRUNTS)

You leave my boyfriend
alone, you witch.

- You scum! OFFICER: Stay back.
- Stay back.

Police brutality.
Police brutality.

- Negroes.
- Aah!

- Black boys.
- Aah!

Police brutality!
Police brutality!

Tracy!

(GRUNTING)

Tracy!

Link! Link!

- Police brutality!
LINK: Tracy!

Hey, let her go! Tracy!

(SIREN WAILING)

Tracy!

Tracy!

MAN (ON TV): 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.

MAN (ON TV): the on-location
shooting of the TV dance...

(SEAWEED GRUNTS)

Come on.

- Thanks for coming.
- Unh.

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

Come on.

Identified as Tracy Turnblad...
PENNY: Be careful.

(SEAWEED GRUNTS)

Girl, they gonna flip when
they see the new you.

MAN: including Link Larkin...

That's Link Larkin,
my boyfriend.

ALL: Ooh! WOMAN: 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.

(SCREAMS)

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.

WILBUR: And we will fight in every
way possible to get you released...

and back in front of the
cameras where you belong.

PRUDENCE: Penny!

Integration is no laughing
matter. PENNY: God. It's Mother.

Maybelle (ON TV):
Black and white, take hands...

- Hey, it's Motormouth.
- Mom.

And let them know that we
will not stand for racism.

Free Tracy Turnblad.

ALL: Free Tracy Turnblad!
Free Tracy Turnblad!

- Free Tracy Turnblad!
PRUDENCE: 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. SEAWEED: 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.

WOMAN: 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.

(EDNA & WILBUR LAUGH)

Edna & Wilbur: Free Tracy
Turnblad! Free Tracy Turnblad!

ALL: 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!
GOVERNOR: 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?
GOVERNOR: 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.

(CROWD BOOING)

Stinky, stinky, stombo...

(CROWD CONTINUES BOOING)

CORNY: The moment of truth has
arrived, ladies and gentlemen.

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

CORNY: And here to announce the results
we have Mr. Arvin Hodgepile...

president of WZZT studios,
ladies and gentlemen.

(CROWD CHEERING)

ARVIN: Thank you. Thank you.

We have a difficult situation
with the votes tabulation.

The results were quite close.

ALL: Tracy! Tracy! Tracy!

Tracy! Tracy! Tracy!

Technically, the winner
is Miss Tracy Turnblad.

ALL: Yeah!

(ALL CHEERING)

ARVIN: 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.

(ALL GROAN)

I would like to announce
on behalf of WZZT...

the winner of the Miss Auto
Show 1963, Amber Von Tussle.

(CROWD BOOING)

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.

(GIGGLES)

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.

(GENE & WENDELL'S "THE ROACH DANCE"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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!

ALL: Free Tracy Turnblad!

(ALL CHEERING)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Squish, squash Kill that roach

(ALL CONTINUE CHEERING)

Tracy? What are
you doing here?

I got something for you.

(SCREAMS)

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!

(ALL CHEERING)

(IN UNISON)
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.

(ALL CHEERING)

I don't know about you,
but I feel like dancing.

(GROANS)

I've got the Bug.

(THE KNIGHTCAPS' "THE BUG"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

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.

WOMAN: Itching powder.
MAN: Itching powder?

Oh, oh, oh!

(WHIMPERS)

(FRANKLIN & VELMA SCREAMING)

(AMBER SCREAMING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

- Let's dance!
- Yeah!

(ENGLISH - US - SDH)