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(lively orchestral music)

(light orchestral music)

- Today, we are going to discuss the opera, Carmen.

As you know, opera is a lot more than just singing.

If a person wants to become an opera star,

they must become an actor also.

And, in order to become an actor,

one must suffer and suffer.

- Yeah, and they certainly sound like it.

- [Miss Hinklefink] Lee Watson, I heard that remark.

I'd like to know what you find wrong with opera.

- Well gee, Miss Hinklefink, opera's so crazy.

It doesn't make sense.

- Explain yourself, young man.

- Well, take the opera Carmen, for instance.

A toreador goes into a saloon,

he walks out with some babe he's never seen before,

he starts to croon to her, and biffo,

she falls in love with him.

Now does that make sense?

- [Miss Hinklefink] And why not?

- Well if it does, I'd like to know his technique.

(class laughing)

- And I'd like to know why you cut all your

music appreciation lessons last week.

- It don't send me.

- It doesn't send me.

- See, even you agree with me.

(class laughing)

(gavel banging)

- Quiet everyone.

Now, there is the question of meter.

- Miss Hinklefink.

- [Miss Hinklefink] Yes.

- Professor Townley would like to see you

in his office immediately please, ma'am.

- Oh, oh dear, uh, uh, very well, uh.

Uh, Freddie Trimball, would you take over the class

for a few minutes and continue with the lesson.

- And now, my dear little zombies,

we will discuss the question of meter.

- Hey now Freddie, what you puttin' down, old man?

You ain't comin' out with the right story.

- Now look, Harry, I'm conducting this class.

(speaking foreign language)

- Now look it here, Freddie,

you way down subtle with that kinda jive, old man.

They don't do that no more.

That went out with high top shoes.

Don't you know that?

- Well, what do you mean?

- Look, when you're talking about this meter jive,

you're talkin' about the beat, the beat,

the

(scatting)

the beat.

You got to remember one thing, keep the beep, man.

- Oh, I get it,

- [Both] Keep the beat.

- Hey, this bar's really hip.

Man, now you're comin' on, that's what I'm talkin' about.

- Well look, now that I know about it,

why don't you tell the kids, huh?

- Tell it?

Jack, I'll yell it, look out, man.

(upbeat piano music)

♪ Students, hey students ♪

♪ Are you ready for your lesson today ♪

♪ First thing to show you ♪

♪ Is to play the righteous thing the right way ♪

♪ So gather closely and lend an ear ♪

♪ For all those solid things you'll hear ♪

♪ Swing it fast or swing it slow ♪

♪ Singing high or singing low ♪

♪ For there's one thing you've got to know ♪

♪ Keep the beat, keep the beat ♪

♪ You can't can play it boogie ♪

♪ Or play it blue ♪

♪ Swing it lightly and jump it too ♪

♪ But there's one thing that you got to do is ♪

♪ Keep the beat, keep the beat ♪

♪ There are so many styles of rhythm ♪

♪ From LA, go way down to Lento ♪

♪ So here's the deal, a good deal, my dear ♪

(scatting)

♪ You can learn to scat all through this song ♪

♪ Take it slow or get it gone ♪

♪ But one thing you must not do wrong ♪

♪ Is keep the beat, rebeep, rebeep, bee-beep ♪

♪ Keep the beat ♪

(class applauding)

Got that straight?

- [Class] Yes professor, we got that straight.

♪ Now the lesson is over, get on your feet ♪

♪ Let's go to town and dig the beat ♪

(upbeat swing music)

(orchestral waltz music)

- Lee, I have no desire to preach a sermon to you.

But just what do you wanna get out of high school?

- Well, to get out of high school.

- What?

- Uh, uh, to get out of high school?

Well uh, I want uh, I guess uh,

languages, that's it.

I wanna get hep to languages.

- Get hep to languages?

- Well natch.

- Well in that case, I suggest you start with English.

- Yes, sir, hm?

- [Owen] Oh, come in, Mr. Forrest.

- I, I guess you won't be needing me, so I'll be going.

- Let him stay, Townley,

I'd like him to hear the good news too.

Sit down, young man.

- Yes, sir.

- I haven't time to waste, Townley,

therefore, I'll get right to the point.

Eh, now this year, in addition to my yearly allowance,

I have decided to supply uniforms and gear

to your school football team.

- Why I'm overwhelmed Mr. Forrest,

I, I really don't know what to say.

- I don't like the looks of this.

- What was that, young man?

- Oh, I was saying that I don't like the looks

of the uniforms that we have now, that's what I said.

- Oh.

- [Owen] Really, Mr. Forrest, I don't know

how to thank you for your generous offer.

- Oh, don't mention it.

Of course, the uniforms and donation'll be presented

after my son Jimmy is elected student body president.

- Jimmy Forrest?

Why he doesn't stand a chance

with Freddie Trimball running against him.

- Freddie Trimball?

- Mr. Forrest, I appreciate your generous offer.

Your son is a very fine student.

But I can't stand for any underhanded methods.

The election is entirely in the hands

of the boys and girls of this school.

- You tell him, doc.

- You keep out of this.

- Townley, think of those beautiful new uniforms

being made by my company.

After all, who has done more for the body beautiful

than the Forrest Sweater Company?

- Betty Grable?

- Mr. Forrest, I cannot interfere with this election.

- You can try.

- But I, uh--

- No buts, Townley, I haven't the time to argue.

Remember, Townley, either my son becomes

student body president, or there'll be no uniforms.

And, no donation.

Goodbye.

- Oh, excuse me,

I'm sorry. - Well, Frederick,

come right on in.

I was just about to leave.

- I haven't finished with you yet, young man.

Just a moment, Freddie.

- Yes, sir.

- And now back to you, Lee.

How does it happen that your teacher

has to keep you in after school every day?

- Well, where else can I go on my allowance?

(boys laughing)

- Lee.

- Yes, sir.

- One more report on your cutting classes

and I'll have to curtail your activities

at the Canteen until you make up the work.

- Yes, sir.

- That'll be all.

- Yes, sir.

Now tell him about Jimmy's father.

- [Owen] Lee, I said that will be all.

- Yes, sir.

- What about Jimmy's father?

- Well he was just here a minute ago--

- You may go now.

- Yes, sir.

I'll uh wait for you outside, Freddie.

Yes, sir.

- You uh, wanted to talk to me, Freddie?

- Yes sir, uh, I wanted to know if it'd be all right

with you if we could use the Teen Canteen for rehearsals.

- Why, of course you may.

I only hope you give us as good a show as you did last time.

- I'll try my best sir, and thanks.

- You're welcome.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, what's up?

- Jimmy Forrest's father was just in,

talkin' to the professor.

He tried to force Townley

into pushing the election Jimmy's way.

- Oh, don't be a stupe.

He can't do that.

- Oh, he can't, huh?

Well, he just said that if Jimmy wasn't elected,

he'd cut off his donations to the school.

- Well, what did Professor Townley say?

- He practically threw him out of his office.

- That doesn't look too good for the professor.

- No, it doesn't.

- Oh, Professor Townley.

- Yes?

- I'd like to speak to you about the election.

- The ele...

Oh, so you've been talking to him, eh?

- Well no, I--

- Ah-ha, I thought so.

- It's no use, I realize the spot you're in.

I also know how important the money is to the school.

- It's not important enough to let anything

interfere with this election.

- But Mr. Townley--

- Freddie, why don't you think this thing over?

- Mm, I don't think so, I,

I've made up my mind.

I won't run.

- I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- There goes the best guy you could find

for student body president in 10 years.

- Possibly so, and I have an uncomfortable feeling

you'll still be here to find out.

- Yes, sir.

Huh?

(lively orchestral music) (people chattering)

- Gee, that was super.

- Oh, that's nothing, wait till you hear this next one.

Hey kids, here's the new one by Eddie Heywood.

- Eddie Heywood?

- Yeah, it's his new arrangement of Loch Lomond.

("Loch Lomond" by Eddie Heywood)

(crowd applauding and cheering)

(crowd chattering)

- [Female Customer] Popcorn.

- [Male Customer] Hotdog.

- [Girl] Can we sit at the bar?

- [Male Customer] Get on it.

- [Man] Two creams.

- All right, for goodness sakes, one at a time.

Rome wasn't burnt in a day.

(laughing)

(salsa music)

Hello, Freddie.

- [Freddie] Hi Tiny, how 'bout a coke?

- Sure, Freddie.

How's the show comin' on?

- [Freddie] Oh swell, we're using the Teen Canteen

for rehearsals.

Professor Townley said we could.

- Yeah, Freddie, there's a little favor I wanted to ask you.

- [Freddie] What's that?

- Is there a part in it for me?

You know, uh, sort of an acting part?

- [Freddie] An acting part?

Are you an actor?

- Sure, I'm a great actor.

I was once in a play in school.

Do you know Sue Starr, the one that's in the movies?

- Yeah.

- Well, she was in it too.

What a story.

When Sue came in through that door,

do you know what Sue saw?

Sue saw?

You know there's something wrong with that.

- What did Sue see?

- [Tiny] Sue see?

That's worse than Sue saw.

- When I say it, it's Sue see,

but when you say it, it's Sue saw, see?

All right, what part did you play in it?

- Oh, I played the part of Sy Jones.

- Oh, then Sue saw Sy.

- Sue saw Sy?

- Or Sy saw Sue.

- It's Sy saw Sue, it's Sue saw,

why are you gettin' me mixed up?

Sy was a lawyer.

- Oh, I see, then Sy sues Sue.

Or does Sue sue Sy?

- Look, I don't like this game.

Let's play cops and robbers.

I like that much better.

- All right, who played the part of her lover?

- Crus Stinolovich.

Now let's see you kick that around awhile.

That'll keep you busy!

(people chattering)

- Well how 'bout it, Dodie,

are you gonna go to the prom with me?

- I'm sorry, Jimmy, but I practically promised Freddie.

- Oh, practically doesn't count.

In fact, going with Freddie isn't even practical.

- You know, I'm beginning to hate you

much better every day.

- Well let me remind you, the girl that goes to prom

with me'll be going with the senior president.

- I wouldn't care if you were the president

of Pacific Railroad.

I still wouldn't go to the prom with you.

- Well, why not?

- Oh, just not my type, I guess.

- Ah-ha, I suppose Freddie's your type.

What's he got that I haven't got?

- Well, if I told you, you'd have to have your face lifted.

- All right, all right, maybe Freddie

is a little better looking than I am but,

after all, I've got a little personality.

I mean, take away Freddie's curly hair, his blue eyes,

and his good looks, and what have you got?

- You.

- Yeah, well you'll talk a little differently

after I win the election.

- I bet if Freddie decided to run,

you wouldn't sound off like that.

- Yeah, isn't it too bad he decided to drop out?

- He probably had a good reason.

- Well sure, sure,

he was probably afraid of the competition.

- I bet if Freddie decided to run, you'd come so far behind,

well you wouldn't even win next year's election.

- That weird character?

Hey Roy, come here a minute, will you?

- Yeah, what cooks?

- Well, here's a laugh for you.

Chuckle-chick here thinks

Freddie's competition for election.

- Ha, look date bait, with Jimmy my personal friend

and me his campaign manager, I'll assure you

that Freddie Trimball won't even kick up dust.

- Say, didn't I see your face on a bottle of iodine?

- Why, Freddie.

- Well, looks like we're interrupting.

Don't you think we better go?

- Wait a minute.

There's a little unfinished business here.

- Like what?

- Like Freddie couldn't be president if he wanted to.

- Oh, of course, of course,

only Freddie decided not to run, didn't he?

- Look, pigeon brain, the only reason Freddie

decided not to-- - Stop it, stop it.

It's not important.

- And he could still change his mind.

- Is that suppose to scare me?

Look brother, I don't even scare in a triple horror show.

- Of course not, you're just immune

from lookin' in a mirror.

- Take off those glasses.

- That's right, that's right, start a fight on the campus

and we'll all lose our Teen Canteen privileges.

- Well, he started it.

- Well, he's right, he's as much of a student

at Whitney High as you are.

And if I were you I'd, I'd tell him I was sorry.

- Oh, all right.

I'm sorry you're a student of Whitney High.

- Why you--

- Hey ease up. - Oh stop it, come on all,

you're all acting like a bunch of drips.

- Okay, okay, but I won't forget this.

Well Dodie, how 'bout it,

you gonna go to the prom with me or not?

- Jimmy, I gave you my answer before.

- Dodie's going with me, or did you change your mind?

- Say, what's goin' on here?

- Hi. - Hi.

- What do you say, Addie? - Hi, Addie.

- You look like a bunch of sad sacks, what's up?

- Oh nothing, Jimmy just asked me

to go to the prom with him.

- I don't blame you for looking sad.

Didn't you tell me last night that you were

definitely going with Freddie?

- Yeah, but last night she forgot about the distinction

of going with the student body president.

- Distinction, ah, you can speak plainer than that.

- So that's it.

Well if you wanna go with the president, it's okay with me.

- There, you see.

- You know, you'd even give an aspirin a headache.

Come on, Freddie.

- He's not such a bad guy after all.

- I don't know, I don't like it Jimmy,

I don't like it a bit.

You know, I got a hunch that guy might change his mind

and run in this campaign anyhow.

- No, I don't think so.

- You don't think so?

Look, tell me something.

Why is it every time you open

that big fat yap of yours you gotta put your foot in it?

- Ah, so what.

I don't think he'd even carry the first grade.

- Then why do you look so worried?

- Well, he's not worried.

Why should he worry?

He's got a fine family background, a lot of culture,

and he's well-bread--

- So is a veal cutlet.

- Oh brother, now don't you start too.

Come on, I got some more things I wanna talk over

about this campaign.

- [Jimmy] I'll call ya later.

- Don't bother.

Come on, Addie.

You think he will run?

- He better not, Freddie's a swell kid,

and is terrif when it comes to putting on shows and all.

But Jimmy's the guy with the speeches,

and with Roy Donne behind him.

- I know what you mean.

Come on, let's get you some lunch.

(knocking at door)

- Come in.

- Professor Townley, Freddie's got somethin' to tell you.

- I beg your pardon?

- Oh go on, tell him.

- Well, you see, it's like--

- Yes Freddie, what is it?

- Um-- - Tell him, tell him

that you've changed your mind.

- Changed his mind about what?

- About running for president.

He's gonna run against Jimmy Forrest.

- Oh that's fine Freddy.

I'm glad to hear it.

- You're glad to hear it?

Oh, what a day.

Congratulations.

(laughing)

- Freddie, I wanna wish you the best of luck.

- Thank you very much, sir.

What do you want, milk?

Uh, I'll do my best, sir.

- I'm sure you will, and may the best man win.

- Oh no, I want you to shake the hand

that just shook the hand of the best man.

Don't worry about a thing, Freddie.

We'll show that Jimmy Forrest.

- We?

- Look at my face.

I want you to see somethin'.

- I'm lookin'.

- Before you stands your new campaign manager.

Come on, Mr. President, we've got work to do.

You know, Professor Townley, I kinda hate to leave

this office.

It's gettin' to feel like home.

- Oh, come on.

- The new president.

(gasping)

- Wonderful, Freddie.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute,

I'm not elected yet, you know.

- What about me?

I'm his campaign manager.

- Oh, wonderful.

- Hey come on, Freddie, we got a lot of work to do.

We gotta get down and get some campaign signs made up.

- I can't go with you right now, I've gotta go to the

Teen Canteen and look over some new designs,

but I'll tell you what, why don't you take the two girls

and go with them and I'll meet you there later, okay?

- Swell, grab a wing, girls.

- Let's go.

- See ya.

(light orchestral music)

This is not so hot.

Ah, these are good.

Only I think it would be better

if they were wearing slacks too.

- We have the material for them in blue.

- That's great.

Could you make these changes?

- Sure Freddie, we'll have it for you in the morning.

- Thanks.

- Any news for the paper, Freddie?

- Nothing much.

- How are the plans for the show coming along?

- On schedule.

- Say, have you seen my sisters around?

- Oh sure, they're with Lee.

- With Lee?

- Yeah, they're helping him have some

signs made for the campaign.

- Campaign?

You mean you've changed your mind and decided to run?

- Yes.

- Boy, what a scoop for the Town Crier.

- Hiya, Betty.

- Oh hello, Jimmy.

Say, wait'll you read the headlines in the Town Crier.

Freddie Trimball chooses to run.

- Gonna be my competition after all, huh?

- No hard feelings.

- No hard feelings?

Huh, we're not worried,

Jimmy'll win it in a walk.

- Can I have the next dance, sugar?

- Oh, why sure.

I've got time.

Excuse me.

- Hey Betty, uh, how 'bout you and I?

- What?

- Well, how 'bout a dance?

- Dance, me?

- Well, sure.

- Well, thank you, but the paper.

- Ah well, couldn't you let the paper go for a minute?

- Well, all right.

- Aw, swell.

You know Betty, you're a lot different than your sisters.

- Yes, I'm the woman with the glasses.

A famous wit said, boys never make passes

at girls who wear glasses.

- Oh yeah but, that doesn't apply to me.

Well, I didn't mean that.

What, what I mean is,

well uh, a woman like you that's the editor

of the school paper's gotta have real intelligence.

And you know Betty, I consider your editorials

in the Town Crier real journalism.

- You do?

Well, thanks.

- Sure, hey, you know that's very important too because,

well, it's the power of the press that molds public opinion.

You know sometimes it even elects presidents.

- Yes, I know.

- But, uh, I suppose your mind's

all made up about the election.

- Why should it be?

- Well, after all, uh, Freddie's goin' with your sister,

and you're the editor of the school paper, why--

- Roy Donne, if you think for one minute

I'd allow any personal feelings to influence my editorial--

- Oh no, no, no, no Betty, I didn't mean that.

What I meant was, well I know nothing could influence you.

Absolutely nothing.

(light orchestral music)

- Wait'll you see the campaign signs, they're terrif.

- Lee made up some wonderful slogans.

- Oh that's swell.

Oh by the way, your sister was looking for you.

- Betty?

Where is she?

- Over there.

- Thank you very much.

That was wonderful.

Uh, your paper and pencil and, thanks again.

- Say, whose side of the fence are you on?

- Why, what's wrong?

I can dance with anyone I please.

- Yeah, but is he the only guy you please?

- I suppose you're going to give Jimmy

a big build-up in your editorial.

- After all, she can write whatever she wants.

- I'll have you know, my dear sisters,

that my editorials in the Town Crier

maintain a policy of unbiased neutrality

in regards to political affiliations.

And furthermore, the hitherto unblemished discussion

of the school's journalistic achievements

shall not be besmirched with the mud

which is hurled by politically ambitious nominees.

- Thank you, Drew Pearson.

- Maybe mom was frightened by a quiz program.

- And besides, I hardly think you can do your duty

as school pres, not and run the school show too.

- And why not?

- Because it's ridiculous.

What kind of a country would we have

if the president ran around putting on musical comedies?

- What else do you expect from a girl

who thinks a sweater's something to keep herself warm?

- Just let her try and borrow my fuchsia suit, just once.

- Come on Dodie, let's dance.

- You know, I never miss reading your editorials.

I never read 'em, so I never miss 'em.

- Can you imagine the nerve of her, my own sister?

- Oh, that doesn't worry me much, Dodie.

There's something else on my mind.

- Something else?

Oh, but you'll win.

- That's just it.

If I do win, that means the school'll be out a lot of money.

- I don't get it.

- Well, Jimmy's father said if Jimmy's not elected,

he won't give his donation to the school this year.

- Oh, so that's why you didn't wanna run.

- And somehow I feel it's my responsibility

to get that money for Professor Townley.

And I don't know how I'm gonna do it.

- Well, that isn't your worry.

And besides, when Mr. Forrest sees the show,

I'm sure he'll change his mind.

- Perhaps he will.

Say--

- What?

- I think you're about the nicest girl I've ever met.

- You know something?

- What?

(sighing)

- I sorta feel the same way about you.

- How would you like to go steady with me

for about three or four minutes?

(laughing)

- Let's dance.

- [Freddie] Freddie Trimball chooses to run,

by Betty Rogers, editor.

- Hm, what's wrong with that?

- [Freddie] Go on, read further.

- Yeah, read the small print.

- Of course we can't help wonder if the person

who puts on shows, writes music,

and does the things Fred Trimball does, could possibly

do justice to the job of student body president.

If, and with a big if, he's elected.

Of all the nerve.

Ah Freddie, that isn't fair.

- Suppose you tell that to your sister, Betty.

- Well if it hadn't been for you,

we wouldn't have had the Teen Canteen or anything.

- Don't worry Freddie, you'll be elected.

- Aw, a kick in the pants from the school paper

doesn't exactly help.

(people cheering and applauding)

Hey, what's that?

- Now therefore, I say to you that your choice

of student body president is important not only to you,

the present day students of Whitney High,

but for those to follow in the years to come.

- I don't get it.

What do you mean in the years to come?

- That my friend, is a very pertinent question.

Very pertinent indeed, but I'll be very glad to answer it.

Uh, just a minute.

Oh, why certainly.

Oh yeah, well you see, every student body president,

well uh, establishes a new precedent.

Well just like the great men of this

wonderful country have done.

Well, you take uh, uh what's his name, um--

- Washington.

- Uh yes, Washington, or, or even um--

- Jefferson.

- Jefferson, or uh, uh--

- Lincoln.

- Abraham Lincoln.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

Therefore, I ask you all to stop and think before you vote.

Then I'm sure you'll vote for the man

whose every effort will be devoted to the job

of student body president,

a man whose scholastic record speaks for itself,

and, who also has received the noble approval

of our great press, your friend and mine,

James Ellsworth Forrest Junior.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

- How do you like that?

Did you see that smirk on his face?

He knew we were at this window the whole time.

I could kill that Roy Donne.

And wait 'til I get hold of that sister of mine.

- I can't say I like this performance either.

- Ah, it doesn't mean a thing.

Just wait'll I do my speech.

Why those kids'll cheer for any idiot.

What am I saying?

(chuckling)

- [Mrs. Rogers] Sweet, aren't they?

- [Daniel] It certainly is a nice picture, isn't it?

- [Mrs. Rogers] Yes, Uncle Daniel.

I'm very proud of my three girls.

- Do they get along okay?

- Oh yes, just like three birds.

- I'm glad to hear that.

When I see some of these kids today.

- Oh, I know just what you mean, but my girls are different.

Oh, you must be tired.

Why don't you sit down here and relax.

(sighing)

- That's solid comfort.

- Well, it's just a cozy little home.

You know, we can't afford one of those

beautiful new post-war homes.

- But it's a home, and a man can get

awfully lonely living alone in a hotel.

- Oh yes, I know.

(laughing)

Oh here, Uncle Daniel, let me.

There.

Uncle Daniel, now you just sit there and dream

while I get you a nice cup of tea

with some of my very special raspberry jam.

(laughing)

(door closing)

- Well, of all the dirty tricks!

(door closing)

- [Betty] Don't you shout at me.

- [Addie] She has a right to shout.

- Printing this dribble in your paper

and writing speeches for Roy Donne.

- I've got a right to print the truth.

- Truth, ha!

- What do you mean, ha?

- [Dodie] I mean why don't you admit you've gone

starry-eyed over Roy Donne, the drizzled puss.

- [Betty] You take that back!

- Drizzled puss, that's what he is,

a big, silly drizzled puss.

- For goodness sakes stop shouting.

- Who's shouting?

And anyway, who started this?

- Well, you did take a slam at Freddie in the Town Crier.

- May I remind you two that there's something

this country is proud of, freedom of the press

and freedom of speech.

- That doesn't give you the right

to holler fire in a theater.

- If you can't say something nice,

you don't have to say anything.

- As editor of the school paper, I'll print what I please.

- What a goon you are taking that light operator seriously.

- And just what do you mean by that?

- I mean you think that Vegas character

is something out of this world.

Ever since he's been making with a potent pauper,

he's been your drool man.

Oh, he's just a one night stand.

Don't be a stupid cupid.

- Check, someone else'll be rockin' his dream boat

the minute the votes are counted.

- I think you're both hateful.

And you can just give me back my sweater.

- Your sweater?

You traded with me.

- [Betty] I did not--

- Girls. (girls yelling)

Please, Uncle Daniel.

- We know, Uncle Daniel is comin'

and he has lots of folding letters.

- [Addie] For Pete sakes ma,

you look like you're having a convulsion.

- Uncle Daniel.

- All right, we know, old money bags is coming on a visit

and we have to be nice to the stingy old flat top.

- Good afternoon.

- [Three Sisters] Holy cow.

- It's Uncle Daniel.

Hello, Uncle Daniel.

- So, I'm a stingy old flattop?

- Oh, we're sure you're not a stingy one, Uncle Daniel.

I mean--

- Oh, just a flattop.

So, they're just like three birds.

They're birds all right, fighting cocks.

- Tea is served.

(tray crashing)

- Yes, you may send the Rogers sisters right in.

Now as you were saying, Miss Hinklefink?

- Professor Townley, never in the history of this

high school has an election been waged with such bitterness.

- Really, Miss Hinklefink,

I think you're exaggerating the situation.

- Mr. Townley, I've always prided myself

on my ability to maintain the highest

standard of deportment in my classrooms.

But when fist fights break out right

in the middle of Beethoven's Fifth--

(children yelling)

(gasping)

Another fight.

(children yelling)

What is this?

(crying)

- Now, now, Miss Hinklefink, uh, don't cry,

it's, it's, it's really nothing at all.

Don't cry.

It's, it's really nothing.

There, there.

- Looks like Gravel Gertie found her mate.

- Hinklefink, a bundle bunny.

(clicking tongue)

- Uh, Miss Finklehink, Hinklefink,

the next time you have a complaint to register,

kindly do so at the next board meeting.

- Yes, Owen.

(Owen clearing throat)

- Here are the reports on the production end of the show.

Lee's father just donated a spotlight from his theater.

Dodie's mother said she'd help make the costumes.

- Wow.

- Hey, don't forget the decorations my dad gave us.

- That's swell.

- Seems like everybody's giving something

to the show, but Freddie.

- Yeah, what about our great producer?

What's he given?

- You know, Roy, if you had your life

to live over again, don't do it.

- Now wait a minute--

- I didn't wanna say anything about this,

but I know for a fact we haven't had

a big band to our prom yet.

So I wrote a letter to Abe Lyman.

I just got this telegram.

- He's gonna get Abe Lyman.

What a joke-- - Hey kids, listen to this.

- Hey, come here.

- We'll be very happy to appear at your prom

and help you put your show on, signed Abe Lyman.

- Let me see that. - Whoa!

(kids talking excitedly)

- Look, fellas, I've got a rehearsal to do.

Do you mind?

Come on kids, let's get ready for that Oh Lord number.

And remember, it's a spiritual, not a jive number.

All right, kids, come on, let's get back in positions.

Come on. - Let's go, let's go darling.

(kids talking quietly)

("Oh Lord")

♪ It's me oh lord ♪

♪ It's me oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ Oh lord, it's me, oh lord ♪

♪ It's me oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ I wanna get out and leave my sins ♪

♪ Want to start this early bright ♪

♪ Don't know how to tell it quite ♪

♪ But I want to see the light ♪

♪ I wanna get out and leave my sins ♪

♪ Down on Jordan's beautiful shore ♪

♪ Don't wanna study law no more ♪

♪ It's me, it's me oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ It's me, it's me oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ Not my sister, not my brother, but it's me, oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ Not my father, not my mother, but it's me, oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ I wanna get out of Satan's hold ♪

♪ Wanna hide the sins I tried ♪

♪ Wanna sing the righteous song ♪

♪ Gotta take the glory ride ♪

♪ Get rid of Satan's hold ♪

♪ Claim the bad I did before ♪

♪ Have a steady arm no more ♪

♪ It's me, it's me oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ It's me, it's me oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ Not my sister, not my brother, but it's me, oh lord ♪

♪ Standing in the need of prayer ♪

♪ Not my father, not my mother, but it's me, oh lord ♪

♪ Standing in the need of prayer ♪

♪ Not my sister, not my brother, but it's me, oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

♪ Not my father, not my mother, but it's me, oh lord ♪

♪ Standin' in the need of prayer ♪

(group chattering)

- How'd you like my pie, Uncle Daniel?

- Isabel, that pie was certainly delicious.

- You said a mouthful, Curly.

- Thank you very much, Mrs. Rogers.

- Don't mention it, Freddie.

- [Addie] Freddie, after you're elected

we'll really have a party.

- If I'm elected.

(doorbell ringing)

- Would you mind answering the door, Lee?

- Sure, what did it say?

- Nevermind, I'll go.

- [Dodie] Say, can I help you, mom?

- I must see Freddie.

I've gotta see Freddie.

I was on my way to my best girl

and I saw Jimmy Forrest and Roy Donne,

they've got everyone cheering them.

- Jimmy Forrest and Roy who?

- Roy Donne.

Do you what Donne did?

Donne did, I musta got a pasteurized adverb in there.

- What did Donne do?

- Donne do, that's worse than Donne did.

- Well what is it that Donne's done?

- Donne done, you mean what is it that Donne do da did,

did a, did you ever here of Sue Saw?

- Look, I don't care what Sue saw, what did Donne do?

- Donne do, did you ever play ring around the rosy?

I wanna see Freddie.

Freddie, I gotta tell ya, Jimmy and Roy are making speeches,

and everyone is cheering 'em, the whole campus.

- [Lee] So what?

- Well there's no use kiddin', Jimmy Forrest

is gonna win the election like this.

- [Lee] So what?

It means nothing.

- Oh it's no use Lee, Tiny's right.

We don't stand a chance.

- But you can't give up now, that, that's crazy.

- This one kind of crazy that makes sense.

I'm gonna concede the election.

- Oh but, Freddie, you can't.

- Children, will one of you please bring

the rest of the dishes out to me?

- [Lee] Sooner said than done.

- Well, guess I'll dope out some sort of a statement

to make to the school.

- I still don't get it.

Anything can happen.

Look at Wilson's election.

Hughes went to bed thinkin' he was president

and Wilson got it.

I know, I saw the picture.

- It was a crazy idea anyway, all we know is entertainment,

and that doesn't get a guy elected.

(dishes crashing)

- Take it easy-- - I got it, I got it,

I got it.

- Well, don't touch me, it might be catching.

- Children, what is it, what is it?

- Oh hello, say look, there was once a guy

who wanted to run for state senator.

His name was Donald, or somethin' like that.

Now this guy, even though he was pretty good,

knew he didn't have much chance, what with the competition.

- Now he wants me to run for state senator.

I can't even get elected president of--

- Yeah, anyway, this guy Don knew he had somethin'

his opponent didn't have, a voice.

He could sing and play a banjo,

and he knew he could sell a song.

So you know what Don did?

- No, what did Don do?

- Don do, we're starting it over again.

- He went to town on a bandwagon, you know,

like the old time medicine man shows.

First the entertainment to warm the customers up,

and then before you knew it, there they were,

eatin' right out of his hand.

- That's right, I remember the incident.

It was one of the greatest strategies in campaigning

the world has ever known.

- That's right.

- And it worked?

- But def.

- But what's that got to do with Freddie?

- Don't you see?

We get out on the campus,

drive right up to the houses, jalopies, trucks, anything.

We get the crowd together with a good hot song.

- Oh I get it, sort of say it with music.

- Right, we get the kids and the crew the one way

we know how.

We're gonna beat 'em Freddie,

stun them, what do you say?

- Sounds okay.

- Great. - Great, marvelous.

- Let's you and me go down to Tony's garage

and rent a truck.

- Rent a truck?

Where you gonna get the money?

- We'll use the old gag-a-roo.

- Come on, what are we waiting for, let's go.

- Hey wait a minute.

Hey, drape shape, what about you?

- Dodie, you can't ask me to take sides against Roy.

- I'm just asking you to sing with us.

We need you, you know that.

- If I do that, I'll be helping the campaign.

- Would ya, for my new angora sweater?

- The new one?

- I never even wore it once.

It's blue, you know, your color.

- Gee, Dodie.

- It uh, gives a girl an all fall classy chassi.

- It would?

- Mm-hm.

- And I could keep it?

- Mm-hm, and it cost me 12 bucks too.

- Okay, it's a deal.

- Hurray, come on! (all cheering)

- [Group] We want grandpa, we want grandpa,

we want grandpa--

- Gorillas, that's what they are, gorillas.

(plates crashing) (laughing)

- Why, Uncle Daniel.

(plates crashing) (both laughing)

- [Lee] Hiya, Tony.

- Hiya, Freddie, glad to see ya.

- Uh no, I'm Lee, that's Freddie.

- When did you change your name?

- Look Tony, we wanna rent a truck.

- Well why didn't you say so?

Follow me.

How 'bout this truck here?

- No, no, this is my car.

- Really?

When did I sell it to you?

- You didn't sell it to me.

Uh, what about this truck over here.

- Oh, that's a fine truck.

That's Matilda.

- Matilda?

- Yeah, all my trucks got names.

I named this after someone very close.

- Your wife?

- No, my mother-in-law.

My wife's a small truck.

- Well, why did you name it after your mother-in-law?

- Well, you see the brakes are bad, and once it starts,

it never stops, just like my mother-in-law.

- Look Tony, I like Matilda, but uh,

I like this one better.

- [Tony] Oh, you mean Adeline.

- Uh-huh, uh, what's the rental on this?

- You want it long?

- No, it's long enough.

- No, only for about a few hours.

- $25?

- What about $5, cash?

- Sold.

- Uh, uh, let's take Matilda instead, huh?

- Hey that's a good idea.

We'll give you Adeline for Matilda.

- It's okay with me, anything you say.

- Swell, thanks a lot, Tony.

See you later.

- Hey wait a minute, wait a minute.

Haven't you boys forgotten something?

- Well, I don't think so.

Have we forgotten anything, Freddie?

- Not that I know of.

- You forgot to pay me for Matilda.

- But we gave you Adeline for Matilda, didn't we?

- That's right, uh, but you didn't pay for Adeline.

- Well, do you expect me to pay for Adeline

when I didn't take her?

- Yes, but uh--

- Yes, but what?

What are you tryin' to do,

get me to pay for somethin' I didn't take?

- But you got Matilda.

- Look, I'll try to make it simpler for you.

Have you got some matches.

- Yeah.

- Now, this is Adeline

and this is Matilda.

Now, I gave you Adeline for Matilda.

So, why should I pay for Adeline if I didn't take her?

- Oh yeah, you had me confused there

for awhile, I'm glad you-- - That's better,

see you later, Tony.

- Okay.

Hey wait a minute, what are you a couple of wise guys

or somethin'?

What're you trying to do, pull the sheep over my wool?

Come on, come on.

- Well, what did we do now?

- Give me back my matches.

- You had us kinda scared there for awhile.

- I'm not as dumb as I look.

Well, take care of Matilda, fellas.

Lots of luck to you, have a good time, boys.

So long. (engine revving)

- And so in all modesty I ask you to remember

that in asking for your vote, I'm offering you

the finest administration ever to be served.

(marching band music)

I'm offering you the finest administration

ever to be served.

I'm offering you the finest administration

ever to be served.

I'm offering you the finest music, I mean,

I offer you, I offer you, oh.

(marching band music)

(group murmuring)

♪ Fellow students, gather round me ♪

♪ Hear my story and relax ♪

♪ And to all you Doubting Thomases ♪

♪ Who expect some campaign promises ♪

♪ Listen to the actual facts ♪

♪ Mathematics will be out, we'll have more football games ♪

♪ The figures that we'll learn about ♪

♪ Will all belong to dames ♪

♪ And music appreciation will be taught by Harry James ♪

♪ If I'm the president ♪

♪ If he's the president ♪

♪ We want Trimball ♪

♪ We want Trimball ♪

♪ There'll be no staying after school ♪

♪ On that you all can bet ♪

♪ And every time you break a rule ♪

♪ There'll be no need to fret ♪

♪ Teachers will look like Grable ♪

♪ And you'll all be teacher's pet ♪

♪ If he's the president ♪

♪ If he's the president ♪

♪ We want Trimball ♪

♪ We want Trimball ♪

♪ There'll be no homework anymore ♪

♪ Of that you can be glad ♪

♪ No lesson books to carry for the poor old undergrad ♪

♪ And every girl will wind up having her own Alan Ladd ♪

♪ If I'm the president ♪

♪ If he's the president ♪

♪ No more biology, geology, zoology, and ology, ♪

♪ Botany, astronomy, economy, anonomy ♪

♪ History, chemistry, geometry, geography ♪

♪ Telepathy, photography, or any other ography ♪

♪ If I'm the president ♪

♪ If he's the president ♪

♪ Let's all vote for Trimball ♪

♪ He's the man indeed ♪

♪ He'll fight for right with all his might ♪

♪ He's the man we need ♪

♪ So let's all vote for Trimball, raise your voices high ♪

♪ He'll never rest to do his best ♪

♪ Students, he's the guy ♪

♪ So pack up all your worries ♪

♪ Let's all make a fuss ♪

♪ When you're with the cheer, so that the world will hear ♪

♪ That Trimball is for us ♪

(group applauding)

- This school stands for more than jive and boogy woogy.

We, the senior class of Whitney High,

must leave behind us a good scholastic record.

I appeal to you.

- You sure do, honey boy.

- Well, we can all keep our chins up now, huh?

- Yeah, look at me, I keep my chins up

and you'd never think I received some bad news from home.

- Well, what happened?

- Well you know my two brothers, Izzy and Wuzzy.

- Uh-huh.

- Well Wuzzy's very sick.

- Is he?

- Not Izzy, Wuzzy.

Izzy's in jail.

It's Wuzzy that's sick.

- Is he?

- How many times must I tell you, not Izzy, it's Wuzzy?

He gets me so aggravated.

- Well, well what's Izzy doin' in jail?

- Oh he's got a silly habit.

He finds things before people lose 'em.

- Stealing huh?

That's bad.

- Yeah, and he was caught.

- Was he?

- Not Wuzzy, Izzy.

Wuzzy's too sick to steal.

- Oh, is he?

- Not Izzy.

Why do you get me so mad?

- Now look, when I say it, I don't say,

I don't mean Izzy, I mean is he.

- Look, let's go back to Don do.

I like that better.

- Hey uh, don't look now, ma,

but here comes trouble.

Let's go.

- Come on, Jimmy, this is a wonderful speech.

Why, it's the most convincing speech you ever had.

Well. in fact it's so convincing that uh,

well, I might even vote for you myself.

(laughing)

(Dodie laughing)

- You've simply got to vote for him.

It would be too devastating to have that

other drooly individual get in, mm-hm.

- She's been on that phone for 50 minutes.

- Uh-uh, only 45.

- But I gotta use the phone.

Will you kindly inform your daughter

that Alexander Graham Bell did not invent the telephone

for the exclusive use of individuals

between the ages of 13 to 20?

- Look, my uncle's blowing his top.

He wants to use the Ameche, so will you do me a favor?

Just call Roda, Bill, Don, Chuck, and Pat,

and tell them I said they've got to vote for Freddie.

- Freddie, Freddie, Freddie, the name goes on and on

like William Jennings Bryan.

- Look, I've got to hang up now.

I'll call you back, okay.

(telephone ringing)

Hello.

Oh, hello, Freddie.

- Would it be asking too much

if I just made one little phone call?

- Oh, Freddie, no.

(laughing)

- Isabelle, do you think one of the neighbors

would let me use their--

- Oh, I wouldn't bother, Daniel.

You know, they all have kids and they all go to Whitney,

and they're all going to vote in this election.

- Well, we don't have to have

a filibuster over the telephone.

- Freddie, no.

(laughing)

- Dodie, I think your Uncle Daniel

wants to use the telephone.

(door opening) - [Dodie] Oh, all right.

- Excuse me for breaking in like this.

Look, Roy Donne's got the kids rounded up

down at the Teen Canteen and he's givin' 'em free cokes.

We gotta break that up, come on.

- [Dodie] Well let's get Freddie.

- You can use the phone now, Daniel.

- Thank you very much indeed.

(phone squealing)

Now the phone is out of order.

(lively orchestral music)

- Well, here's to the next president.

- It'll be Freddie.

- Uh, say don't feel too bad, old man,

when the reports come in.

- I promise you, I won't.

- Ah cut it out Roy, the campaigning's over.

- Yeah, well I'll still take odds

that Freddie'll win, shorty.

- What's the matter with the guy,

he's a sorehead or something?

- Uh, Dodie?

- Yes, Jimmy?

- Now that your dreamboat's about to lose the election,

how 'bout going to the prom with me?

- He hasn't lost it yet, and besides

I wouldn't go with you if you owned the school.

- Okay, I'll remember.

- Uh, what about Roy Donne?

He asked Betty to go to the prom yet.

- Well I don't know, he hasn't said anything--

- James Forrest, if Roy Donne has been using

my sister's paper to get you elected--

- Well honestly, I, I don't know a thing about it, Dodie.

- Well, but the prom's almost here.

- Well, she can go with somebody else.

- Sure, and be the laughingstock of the whole school.

Say, couldn't you use your influence on Roy Donne?

- Well that's an idea, I might--

- Jimmy that'd be wonderful.

(laughing)

- That is if a certain party'd

change her mind and go to the prom with me.

- That's blackmail.

- Ah, but nice blackmail.

- I won't do it.

And besides, I hope you lose the election twice as much!

Because you're, you're a stinker!

- Okay, if that's the way you feel about it.

That's too bad.

Betty'll be awfully lonely.

(crying)

- I wonder what kind of flowers the boys sent.

Gee, I'm so excited.

Let's go down and find out, huh?

Where are the flowers?

- On the table.

- Thanks.

- Golly.

Orchids, this'll really wreck Lee's financial status

for the rest of the month.

- They're beautiful.

How does it look?

(crying)

I'm sorry, Betty, about the prom, I mean.

- It doesn't matter.

- But it does.

- You said it would happen,

that Roy wouldn't ask me,

and I'm not exactly surprised.

- But, Betty, the show, we need you.

- You could come with us.

- No, thank you.

And I wish you'd stop acting

like something out of Cinderella.

That's what I feel like, Cinderella,

only at least she had a pumpkin.

(crying)

- [Dodie] Betty, please.

(door opening)

- [Betty] Get out of my way.

- What goes on here?

- That's what you get for breaking into people's houses.

(door slamming)

Hey, what's with her?

- What if you didn't have a boy to take you to the dance?

- What if I did?

[Addie] She means if you were a girl.

- Oh, Roy, huh?

- Thanks for the orchids, Freddie.

- You like 'em?

- Thanks, Lee, it was sweet of you.

- Say, we better get going.

I've got a couple of things to run over with Abe Lyman.

- All right.

- Say, what is this?

Are we going to a funeral or something?

- It's nothing.

- It's something.

Now, come on, out with it.

What plays?

- [Dodie] Well, we feel like a couple of heels, that's all.

- I don't get it.

- Well, if it hadn't been for us dragging Betty

onto that truck, well, she would've at least

be going to the prom with Roy.

- Holy cow, is it our fault she fell for a guy like Roy?

- And you can't say we didn't warn her either.

- And what about that stuff she printed in the Town Crier?

- That's the trouble with politicians,

they're all temperamental.

Come on, sis.

Fine fish for orchids.

We should've sent 'em stinkweed.

- [Freddie] You're not kidding.

(door closing)

(light orchestral music)

- Don't be brought down, honey.

Betty'll get over this.

How about a dance, huh?

- Yeah, it seems to be the general idea.

- I'm sorry, fellas, but we just don't feel like dancing.

(doorbell ringing)

- I'll answer it.

Well, hello.

Go right in.

- Hello, Betty.

- What do you want?

- Hey, Betty, you've been crying.

- I have not.

It's just, it's so true.

- Oh, well, look, Betty, please listen to me.

I know I don't deserve it,

but please, honest, I'm awful sorry about all this.

- So is the man who shot Lincoln.

- Yeah, but look honey, can't you understand?

That campaign meant everything to me.

I had my heart set on it and, oh, well gosh,

when I saw you up there on that truck on Freddie's side,

well, I just forgot myself.

- You can't deny you started dating me

because I happened to be editor of the Town Crier.

- I'm not trying to.

That was part of the campaign too,

like, well you know, like a lawsuit or something.

- That's just it.

As far as you are concerned,

I was nothing but a habeas corpus or something.

- Oh, please, Betty.

- Why don't you go away?

I don't like you.

- Well, I like you

and well, right now, I'm standing before the bar of justice,

pleading my case and yes, even in the face

of very incriminating evidence, I'm asking for clemency.

I'm a, oh gosh, now look, Betty,

this is the only clean shirt I got

and if we don't go to the prom pretty soon,

it'll be too late.

- Roy Donne, if you think I'd be such a stupid

to show up at the prom with you, ha.

- Well-- - I'd rather die first.

Now get out of here.

- Oh, now listen, Be--

- Roy Donne, you get outta here!

- Gee, you're just beautiful when you're angry.

- Oh.

(crying)

(light orchestral music)

- I hate to do this,

but with Betty sitting home, I think we should leave.

- Oh, but you can't go now.

You'll tear a hole right in the middle of the show.

- Yeah, and besides they'll be announcing the election

results soon.

- Dodie's right.

Just because Betty had to fall for a guy like Roy

is no reason to leave her sitting home like a droop.

- Ah, you'd think she was Little Red Riding Hood.

- At least she had a wolf.

(light orchestral music)

- Well, what do you think she has now?

- Hi.

- I never though I'd be glad to see you.

- Now, listen, you--

- Shhh.

(light orchestral music)

♪ All of a sudden my heart sings ♪

♪ When I remember little things ♪

♪ The way you dance and hold me tight ♪

♪ The way you kiss and say goodnight ♪

♪ The crazy things we say and do ♪

♪ The fun it is to be with you ♪

♪ The magic thrill that's in your touch ♪

♪ Oooh, darling, I love you so much ♪

♪ The secret way you press my hand ♪

♪ To let me know you understand ♪

♪ The wind and rain upon your face ♪

♪ The breathless word of your embrace ♪

♪ Your little laugh and half-surprise ♪

♪ The starlight gleaming in your eyes ♪

♪ Remembering all those little things ♪

♪ All of a sudden ♪

♪ My heart sings ♪

(sighing)

(group applauding and cheering)

- Our new home.

Oh, Uncle Daniel.

- All right, all right, thanks very much, kids.

And Freddie will be right back

with his salute to your Teen Canteen.

(group applauding and cheering)

(comical orchestral music)

♪ If you finished your homework ♪

♪ And time goes slow ♪

♪ And you don't know what to do ♪

♪ If you finished your chores, have no place to go ♪

♪ I've a special tip for you ♪

♪ Just grab your coat and hat ♪

♪ And be a registrant ♪

♪ It's the smartest thing in town to be seen ♪

♪ At the Teen Canteen ♪

♪ And you're sure to get the glad hug you've been ♪

♪ At the Teen Canteen ♪

♪ Your certain to meet to go to classes ♪

♪ Be it senior, soph, or fresh ♪

♪ And it's true we keep up those common masses ♪

♪ Like those grammar school kids, by gosh ♪

♪ Why, you're treated like a king or a queen ♪

♪ At the Teen Canteen ♪

♪ Bring your buddies, but don't bring the dean ♪

♪ To the Teen Canteen ♪

♪ It's the place to find love and romance ♪

♪ The puppy kind, I mean ♪

♪ So head for that torrid scene ♪

♪ The high school Teen Canteen ♪

- I'll have it straight.

- One sarsaparilla.

- One for me, okay?

- You take vanilla.

- One Rickey please.

- Lime Rickey, you oughta.

- Manahattan Free.

- One glass of water.

- I'll have a beer.

- With root to boot.

- Champagne Frappe.

- Tooty Fruit.

You wanna get fat?

(hand slapping)

(upbeat swing music)

- Well, Mr. Forrest, I didn't expect to see you here.

- Well, I just flew in from Chicago.

I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

(upbeat orchestral music)

(crowd cheering and applauding)

(upbeat swing music)

♪ You'll never find it calm and serene ♪

♪ At the Teen Canteen ♪

♪ And you'll never find the pickings are lean ♪

♪ At the Teen Canteen ♪

♪ If you're looking for fun and romance ♪

♪ The better kind, I mean ♪

♪ Well, head straight for that torrid scene ♪

♪ The high school ♪

♪ Teen Canteen ♪

(group cheering and applauding)

- Boys and girls of Whitney High,

I wanna take this opportunity

to thank you for a very beautiful show.

And now comes the moment for which you've all been waiting.

I realize it's been very difficult for you to choose

between two such fine, upstanding candidates,

but it is my privilege to inform you

that the young man elected student body president

of Whitney High is Freddie Trimball.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

(clapping)

- Freddie, you've been elected.

Oh, he fainted.

- Tiny, quick--

- Get some water.

- Water, water!

- Well, Townley, I guess I was wrong.

You get your donation as usual and the uniforms.

I'm sorry.

- Freddie, you've been elected president.

- Have I?

- Oh, no.

- Well, I guess the best man won.

- Oh, thanks, Jimmy, you're a good sport.

- I got the water.

I got the--

(crashing)

(all laughing)

(upbeat swing music)

♪ So, head straight for that torrid scene ♪

♪ The high school ♪

♪ Teen Canteen ♪

(upbeat orchestral music)