Romy and Michele's High School Reunion

Take this pink ribbon|off my eyes I'm exposed|and it's no big surprise Don't ya think I know|exactly where I stand This world is forcing me|to hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl|Well, little old me Well don't let me|out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl All pretty and petite So don't let me|have any rights Oh I've had it|up to here The moment that|I step outside So many reasons|for me to run and hide I can't do the little things|I hold so dear 'Cause it's all those|little things that I fear 'Cause I'm just a girl|I'd rather not be 'Cause they won't let me|drive late at night Oh, I'm just a girl|Guess I'm some kind of freak 'Cause they all sit|and stare with their eyes Oh, am I making myself clear I'm just a girl I'm just a girl in the world - How much is this, Lori?|- It's very expensive. It's very expensive. Look, I got money|to spend in here. I don't think we have anything for you.|You're obviously in the wrong place. Please leave. You know, even though we've watched|"Pretty Woman" like 36 times... - I never get tired of making fun of it.|- Oh, I know. Aww, poor thing. Look!|They won't let her shop. Yeah, like those salesgirls in Beverly|Hills aren't bigger whores than she is. I know! Oh, my God, listen to that|sad, sad music as she leaves. It's like, boo-hoo. Uhh. But it is actually|kind of sad. Anything you see here we can do, by the|way. Get ready to have some fun, okay? - Okay.|- Mary Pat, Mary Kate, Mary Frances, Tovah. - Let's see it, come on! Let's see the outfit.|- How divine! Exactly how obscene- I just get really happy|when they finally let her shop. Okay, so I have|nothing to wear. We don't even have time to make|anything new before we go out. Well, what about this? - Did you lose weight? - Actually, I have|been trying this new fat-free diet I invented. All I've had to eat for the past six days|are Gummi Bears, jelly beans, and candy corns. God, I wish I had|your discipline. - This is it|- Work this - Diddy-bum diddy-bum pow|- Here it is I can't believe|how cute I look! I know! You know what? This is like|the cutest we've ever looked. Oh, it's definitely the cutest. Don't you|love how we can just say that to each other... - and we know that we're not being conceited?|- Oh, I know. No, we're just|being honest. - Be my lover, Wanna be my lover|- Lover Go ahead and take your time|Boy you gotta feel secure Before I make you mine|Baby you have to be sure You wanna be my lover|Wanna be my lover God. I hope some cute guys get here|tonight. They were cute last night. - Oh, they were cute.|- Really cute! - Oh! - Hey, Michele! Romy!|- We'll take two Diet Cokes? Right, with extra cherries.|Don't move. I'll be right back. Okay. I have the yuckiest taste|in my mouth from those taquitos. - Eeew.|- I hope I don't get indigestion. Hey, remember that time I barfed|from bad Mexican food? It was so gross. - Oh, my God, I hate throwing up in public.|- Me too! Ooh. I can't believe it. There are|absolutely no guys here tonight. I know. None. Come on, Michele, let's just|go dance with ourselves. Okay. Put your hands in the air 'Cause there's a party over here|So grab yourself a beer And we could|get on with the world Swear to God.|Sometimes I wish I were a lesbian. You wanna try and have sex sometime?|Just to see if we are? What? Yeah, right, Michele. Just the thought|of having sex with another woman creeps me out. But if we're not married by|the time we're 30, ask me again. - Okay.|- Tell me can you feel the Masked girls comin'|with the fever, fever, fever Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh|Stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh|Stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh|Stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh|Stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh|Stayin' alive, stayin' alive - Ahh-ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh|- Two-four-three. - Stayin' alive|- Two-four-three. Two-four-three. Two, four, three. Two, four, three. Service.|Number 243. It's beautiful.|Is that real wood? During this century, boys. Come on, Ramon. Quit jerking off|and bring the car around. - It's about time.|- Mm. Romy! You are looking hot today. Yeah. That's because|I'm sweating like a pig in here. Well, the air conditioning is|working in the service office. You might wanna come by|and, uh, cool off later? Yeah, Ramon.|That'll happen. Sorry, ma'am.|He is such an asshole. Mm. - I'm in a hurry.|- Well- I'm going as fast as I can,|Ms Mooney. Heather. Heather Mooney? From Sagebrush High|in Tucson? - Yeah?|- It's Romy! - Romy White!|- You're shittin' me. No, this is so weird. I didn't|know you were living in L.A. Well, now that you know, will|we be getting together a lot? So, God!|You're driving a new Jaguar? - What do you do?|- Ever hear of Lady Fair cigarettes? - The ones that burn down real fast?|- "Twice the taste, in half the time, for the gal on the go"? I invented the|quick-burning paper. Wow! - You goin' to the reunion?|- What reunion? Our ten-year high school|reunion in Tucson? You're kidding me. It's been|ten years since high school? - God. Where have I been?|- I'm stumped. Where? - Anyway, are you going?|- I'd rather put this out in my ass. I wonder why we didn't|get an invitation. I mean, I'm sure Michele would|have told me if she got one. - Michele Weinberger?|- Mm-hmm. - Do you live with Michele Weinberger?|- Yeah. I just thought maybe she'd|be married to Sandy by now. - Sandy Frink?|- Yes, Sandy Frink. He could barely contain his erection|every time she was around. Why do you think he always|carried that huge notebook? The Frink-a-zoid|and Michele, I am sure. Besides, didn't you have a thing|for Sandy in high school? I did not have a "thing. " I did not have|a "thing. " I did not have a "thing. " I was very much|in love with him. Very much in love,|and there's a difference. There's a difference. There's a difference. I have to go now. Well! I guess I won't be|seeing you at the reunion. - But I'll tell everyone you said "hi. "|- Why don't you tell everyone... I said to go fuck themselves, for making|my teen years a living hell? Oh, yeah, right! Finally- Michele. You will never guess|who I just ran into. - God, I cannot believe it's already been ten years.|- I know. - Oh. - You know...|- There she is. Oh! God,|she was so weird. - She still is.|- Why was she, like, always going behind that building? It was long ago Seems like yesterday Saw you standin' in the rain - Then I heard you say|- Got a light? - I want your love But it comes out wrong|- Thank you. - I want to live, but I don't belong|- Thank you! Thank you, I really appreciate that... because I'm not a human being|or anything, you pathetic turd! Blood and roses|Blood and roses Blood and roses - Roses, roses|- There should be a cigarette you could smoke all the way through between classes. What a waste. - Okay. - Find|us. - Oh. Okay. Oh, my God, do you remember|what a big controversy it was... for us to have our|picture taken together? Yeah, well, Danny Weller, like,|"lodged the complaint," and, you know- 'Cause, "alphabetically,|he's supposed to be between us. " And then we said, "Okay, Danny.|If you want to be between us... you can come to Michele's house on|Friday night, and we'll be waiting. " That's right. He came over and|we're like, "Danny, it was a joke. " I know! And then we turned|the sprinklers on him! Oh, my God.|Didn't he die? - I think so.|- Yeah. - Oh, my God. Michele. Look|at the "A" group. - Mm-hmm. Christie Masters,|Kelly Possenger... Lisa Luder|and Cheryl Quick. So, who would you say|was in the "B" group? Oh. The drama crowd. You know,|like Casey Degan and Mark Black. - Uh-huh. God, I had the hugest|crush on Casey. 'Member? - Oh, yeah. God, I wonder why|he never liked me. Young man, there's|no need to feel down I said, young man- So, what group would|you say we were in? Well, we definitely|weren't in the "A" group. But you know what? We weren't|really in the "B" group, either. Okay, we weren't in|the "C" group, were we? What? Oh, no. Michele, come on. I mean, that|was like, all the honour students and like... the rejects; you know, like|Sandy Frink and Heather Mooney. - Eeew, look at them.|- We were definitely not in that group. - Ecch.|- She blinded me with Science Michele! Oh, Michele.|Over here! Want me to get your|huge notebook for you? Oh! Heather! I wanna take another picture|of you and Sandy for the yearbook and- Oh! I wanna|interview you too... because I think it would make a really|interesting article for the "Roundup. " Ohh, Toby! Fuck off. Okay. But can I take|a picture of you first? So, Romy, what group|were we in? Well, you know, I'm not sure that|we were really in any group. I think maybe we were|more like loners. - Oh, my God! There we are!|- Yeah, and alone. Look. You know, even though I had to wear that|stupid back brace, and you were kinda fat... we were still totally|cutting edge. - I love it when it's hamburger day.|- Uh-huh. Okay, smile! Great!|Thanks a lot! - Can I take your picture?|- Oh, please. - Hello, girls. Don't forget, you have|detention after school today. - Oh, we won't, Mr Lish.|- Yeah, we're really looking forward to it. - God!|- Can you believe he just got married? - Like, how desperate is she?|- I know, it's like: "Hi. This is my husband. He dissects crayfish, but he|has a really good personality. " He's the kind of man|that I desire Sets the summer sun|on fire - I want candy|- Oh, my God. - I want candy|- Michele. Billy Christianson. - Oh, he's so cute. - He|is cute. - Really cute. - Hey - Hi,|Billy. - Hey Hey Hey - Hey|- Ow! Billy! Oh, Billy, gosh,|you're so slimy. I cannot believe he's|with Christie Masters. I know. She is, like,|so transparent. Did you hear her report|in Miss Weigatt's class? She actually thinks she's gonna be a|TV anchorwoman. What a "deludanoid. " Those weirdos are|staring at us again. - They're obsessed with us.|- Look at what they're wearing. Where do you even get|outfits that hideous? They made them in Home Ec|from their own patterns. Actually, I think|they're semi-interesting. In a freakish, off-putting|sort of way. Never mind. - Christie. - Uh. -|Come on, I'm hungry. No, Billy. Wait.|I wanna have some fun. Lisa, gimme the bag. Here you go.|You are so bad. - What? What?|- She is out of control. Michele? Christie Masters|is coming over here. - Wow. She never comes over.|- Okay, just act cool. - Hi. - Hi. -|Hi, Christie. - So. You girls gonna try out for the spring musical?|- Us? Yeah, you should.|It'll be fun. - Okay. Why not?|- Yeah. So, um, what musical are they doing? - "The Music Man. "|- You're kidding! Oh, the Wells Fargo wagon|Is a-comin' down the street I love "The Music Man. " Okay. Can I have|the rest of this? Um, w- Mm. It's good. See ya! She can be really nice|when she wants to be. Michele! - Uh-oh. Don't look now. Here come the|Frink-a-zoid. - Oh, God! He is such a geek! Hi, Michele. Gee, Michele,|you're looking really lovely today. Okay. See you in Biology. I- I-I thought I ought|to tell you, Michele, that... Christie Masters stuck|magnets on your back. - What?|- She stuck- Michele, you do have|magnets on your back! Oh, my God.|Oh, my God. Oh, my God.|Help me. Oh, my God. Oh, don't let them see you get upset.|That's what they want. Oh, my God. - Hey!|- I'm pretending you just did something hilarious. Now, you laugh at me.|Come on, do it. God, that was so rude. I mean, you|couldn't help it if you had scoliosis. I know. And what a bitch, taking|your hamburger. I mean, what was that? God, remember the prom?|You got so thin by then. Oh, I know. I was so lucky, getting|mono. That was, like, the best diet ever. I wonder, if I had gotten my brace off|sooner, if somebody would have invited me. I mean, other|than Sandy Frink. Well, nobody|invited me either. Well, at least we looked fantastic,|and that is the most important thing. - We were cool on craze|- Oh, gee. Nice outfits. Really. - When I, you - Oh, look, it's the|Madonna twins. - And everyone we knew Could believe, do, and share|in what was true, Oh, I said Okay, this is so typical.|Of course, we're like the only ones... who don't look like|we're going to a hoedown. - Oh, I know. This town is like so unhip.|- Ecch. - I can't wait till we move to L.A.|- Me too! Everything's gonna happen for us there,|Michele, and we'll never look back. - Okay.|- Dance hall days - Dance hall days|- Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! That hurt.|But it looked really good. Dance hall days Oh, everybody! - Dance hall, dance hall days|- Okay, everyone. Uh, it's the moment|we've all been waiting for. It's time to announce|the king and queen of the prom. - Ahh!|- And the winners are... Billy Christianson|and Christie Masters! Ohh! Ohh! - Duh.|- Oh, it's me! Boo-hoo!|I'm so surprised! Thank you. Thank you. God, Billy looks|cute in his tux. - He does look cute.|- Really cute. Do you think, since it's the last night of|school and I might never see him again... that maybe he would|dance with me? I bet he would.|I mean, it's senior prom. Nobody's going to say "no"|to anyone tonight. Michele, since this is the|last night of school and all... would you care|to dance with me once? No. I'll dance with you. Nah. It's no fun unless|you really love the person. Thanks, anyway. Okay. Who can name the capitals|of all the 50 states? Okay, Toby. Fuck off. Heather! Can't you be|a little bit more sensitive? Me? Me? Me be|more sensitive? You are a jerk-off! Another kiss|is what it takes - Albuquerque.|- You can't sleep - You can't eat|- Albany. There's no doubt You're in deep Your throat is tight|You can't breathe Another kiss is all you need|Whoa-oh-ohh - Why are you tormenting me?|- You like to think you're immune to the stuff - Why don't you go fuck a sheep or your sister or yourself?|- Oh, yeah Brain-dead|redneck asshole! Can't get enough|You know you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to love|You see the signs But you can't read You're runnin' at|a different speed Your heart beats|in double time - Another kiss|- Um, Billy? - And you'll be mine|- Hi. - A one-track mind, you can't be saved|- Do you wanna dance? - Oblivion is all you crave|- I mean, it's just 'cause... this song is,|like, so great. Mm. Never mind. Unless, you know,|you want to. - Whoa, you like to think|- Yeah. I mean- - That you're immune to this stuff|- Y-Y- Sure. Why not? - Oh, yeah -|Really? - Wh- Um- - It's closer to the truth|- Could you wait here? - To say you can't get enough -|I-I-I'll be right back. - Okay. - Okay.|- You know, you're gonna have to face it You're addicted to love Might as well face it|You're addicted to love - Might as well face it|- Hey, Christie. - You're addicted to love|- That Romy girl just asked me to dance with her. - Might as well face it|- Oh, you're kidding me! Oh, that's pathetic! - Might as well face it|- W-W-W-What should I do? Let me take care of this. - Michele?|- Oh, God. Okay, so what did he say? - "Sure. Why not?"|- Oh, my God! - Thanks a lot, Romy.|- What? Thanks for stealing|my boyfriend. - What are you talking about?|- Billy just broke up with me. Apparently he's had a crush on|you since Mr Roswell's class. And now that he knows that you like him, he|doesn't want to "pretend" with me any more. My life was perfect|and you've ruined it. Go for it|Groove ahead I swear to God, Christie,|I didn't even think he'd dance with me. - To whip it, Whip it good|- Wow. She is really P.O.'d. - This is so cool!|- Oh, I know. You know what is so weird? I had this|dream, where Billy was like, in love with me. And I mean, he was in a wheelchair, but|still, it's like it's coming true or something! - Uh-huh.|- How's my hair? Perfect. Okay, Romy, you look so|good with blonde hair and black roots. - It's like, not even funny.|- I have to say... this is turning out to be one of|the very best nights of my entire life. Yay, yay! Lyin' in my bed I hear|the clock tick And think of you Caught up in circles Confusion is nothing new Flashback to warm nights Almost left behind - Suitcase of memories|- You know, maybe he's, like, passed out in the bathroom. - You want me to go check?|- Time after, Sometimes - You picture me|- He's not in the bathroom, Michele. I'm walkin' too far ahead - I'll dance with you, Romy.|- You're callin' to me - I can't hear what|you've said - Okay. - Okay. Then you say "Go slow" I fall behind The second hand unwinds If you're lost you can look|and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you|I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost, you can look|and you will find me Time after time - If you fall, I will catch you I'll be waiting|- I will be waiting Time after time Time after time We just waited and waited. - God, I was such an idiot.|- But wait till he sees you now. You are so much cuter|than you were in high school. - I guess I'm cuter.|- Yeah! And look at the way we live.|I mean, just our lifestyle. You know, I mean, we live in L.A,|and they are still stuck in Tucson. You know what, Michele?|You're right. We are gonna go back there|and blow them away. Boy, there's a lot of questions to|answer. Why do we have to fill these out? They wanna know what we've been|doing for the past ten years. - Oh!|- Okay. Here we go. - Ahh!|- "Name. " - Ah! We're having so much fun already.|- Oh, I know! - I cannot wait for this reunion.|- Me too! "Occupation. "|Cashier. - Unemployed.|- No. Don't write that. Um, okay, so your last job|was as a salesgirl? - So say you're a freelance fashion consultant.|- Ooh! Clever. "Relationship Status. "|Married. - Nope. -|Engaged? - No. - Living with someone?|- Should I say you? - I guess so.|- Okay. - You know, Michele?|- Yeah? - Now that I'm looking at this...|- Uh-huh? our lives don't seem as|impressive as I thought. - They don't?|- Well, do you think it's impressive... that we're still single, and we've|been living together for ten years... and I'm a cashier|and you're unemployed? Well, not super impressive. Well, then, what's the point of going|if we're not going to impress people? Well- Uh. Romy, I still really,|really, really want to go. - I know. Me too.|- Well then, can't we just, like, think of something? - Okay. Well, the reunion is still like two weeks away, right?|- Right. And all we really need is maybe some,|like, better jobs and boyfriends. Right? Yeah! But, okay. If those things were so easy|to get, wouldn't we already have them? Well, I mean, we never|really tried before. I mean, we never really had a good enough|reason, like going to a reunion, to motivate us. That's true. Okay. So we're just gonna have to make|ourselves more impressive, that's all. So I'm gonna go out and bag us some boyfriends,|while you can look for a cool new job. - Okay.|- Plus, I hate to say it... but I really think that|we should lose some weight. Oh. Oh. Unh. Okay. I don't think that, like,|one chip makes a difference. It wasn't even|a whole chip. All right. According to this chart,|if we want to lose a pound a day... we have to burn twice|as many calories as we eat. So, that means, if we want|to burn 4,000 calories... we only have to run|20 miles a day! Oh! Hey, Romy, remember|Mrs Chivas' class? There was, like,|always a word problem. Like, there's a guy in|a rowboat going "X" miles... and the current is going, like,|you know, some... other miles... and, how long does it take him|to get to town? It was like, who cares? Who wants to go|to town with a guy who drives a rowboat? Okay, guys, let's jump. - Hey, Michele? - Yeah? -|What does this remind you of? Well, I know.|This lady is totally sick. Uh, lemme just|say that, um... I am, like, really familiar with the entire|Versace line, and if you would just... give me a chance, I know I could,|like, sell the shit out of the stuff. And, uh, to me,|fashion is just, it's like... everything. It's- By the way, that blouse- Hi.|That blouse looks great on you. - Oh! Thank you!|- And see, I make a great salesperson... 'cause I just have this,|like, really believable way... of telling people that they look really|good, even though I'm just, like, you know- I think|she heard me. Thank you so much|for coming. - That's okay, you're welcome.|- I don't think we'll be requiring any new staff. - You aren't taking on any what?|- Staff. Employees. Ohh! Oh, "staff. " Okay, I didn't understand|with your big accent. I couldn't|figure it out. Okay. Fine. You know, you really shouldn't|let people fill out applications... if you don't want them to|actually try to get a job here. - It's a compli- - No, no. That's|all I have to say. - Goodbye. If there ain't no love|then there ain't no use Ooh, better walk on by|Better walk on through Hi. Hey, um, great suit.|Is that an Armani? - Yes. Yes, it is.|- I thought so. So, what do you do? - I'm a suit salesman.|- Oh, uh-oh Would you excuse me? I cut my foot before,|and my shoe is filling up with blood. Ooh, if there ain't no love|then there ain't no use Ooh, better walk on by|Better walk on through Hey, hey, there's a woman in the world|that you can't use Ain't no love, Ain't no use|Ain't no love Yeah, well, my first choice was to work at a|boutique on Rodeo Drive, but this would be okay. Well, thank you. Unfortunately, we|don't have any openings here right now. - Are you serious?|- Mm. Although we might have|an opening at our discount outlet. Okay, well, what street|would that be on? Come on, Michele. At this point,|any job is better than no job at all. A discount outlet? Me? Fine. So, any boyfriends yet? No. All the guys with good jobs|must be going to some other club. Oh, you know where Dana met her new|boyfriend? He's a William Morris agent. Oh! Showbiz!|Good job! Where? Hi. My name is Romy,|and I'm an alcoholic. - Hi, Romy!|- Hey. And you also get a five-percent|employee discount... over and above our|everyday low prices. You could make curtains|for the motorhome with this. - I got this tie for a dollar.|- You paid a whole dollar for that? - You betcha.|- Ah! She's one|of our regulars. So, what do you think? I- I'd like to go away. I know I'm supposed to wait|in that line, but listen. I wouldn't even be here if this|weren't, like, a dating emergency. Our cutoff is 25.|Try VH-1. The reunion's less than a week away. I mean,|I just can't believe you turned down a job. Well, I thought the idea|was to impress people. I mean, how am I going to impress anyone|by selling Ban-Lon smocks at Bargain Mart? I'm sick of this.|I'm gonna go weigh myself. Oh, God! I've been killing myself|for eight days and I gained a pound. That's impossible! Did you|deduct 16 pounds for your shoes? Just forget it.|I'm not going. - What?|- Come on. Get real, Michele. We're idiots. We can't get jobs and boyfriends,|and lose weight, in two weeks. But I thought|you said we could. Wow. God, the top female|executives are all so pretty. Those aren't the actual executives,|Michele. Those are models. Oh, I thought|they looked familiar. God, they really look like|executives, don't they? That's only because they're|wearing those stupid suits... and phoney glasses,|and carrying briefcases. - Huh!|- Oh, my God, Michele, that's it! We can go to the reunion, and|just pretend to be successful! I mean, who's gonna know?|They're in Tucson, we're here. We could just show up|looking like businesswomen. Oh, my God!|Oh! Wait. Ohh. But if the people at the|reunion see us drive up in a Nova... won't they know we're not|really businesswomen? If you can make us|the clothes... I can get us the car. Clear out, boys.|I need to talk to Ramon. Go! Yes, cara mia? Michele and I have this|high school reunion to go to... and we need to show up|in a really cool car. - Yeah?|- Todd told me that he gave you a really great deal... - on an XJS convertible and that you're fixing it up.|- Yeah? So... can I borrow your car? Well, if I loan|you my car... what do I get? - Uh, what do you want?|- Ohh, Romy... you know what I want. Oh, forget it. I'm not going to have sex|with you just to borrow your stupid car! I gotta get something. Okay. Close the blinds,|and we'll work something out. Ohh! Ohh! Ohh, Ramon! - Ohh, Ramon, ohh! Ohh!|- Check this out. - Oh, yes. Ohh.|- Oh, yeah. - Oh, man!|- Ohh! Ohh! Ohh, Ramon!|Ohh, Ramon! Ohh! Oh, yes. You are Columbus,|and I am America. Discover me, Ramon!|Just discover me. Hey, uh- Explosions.|The earth is moving. Explosions!|The earth is moving! Ah, ooh- is that an earthquake?|No, it's Ramon. Is that an earthquake?|No, it's Ramon! Ahh! It's Ramon! Man stallion, fill me|with your giant love wand! What? No, I'm sorry.|I don't think so. Well, say something nice|about my penis! Oh, Ramon, your penis|is so powerful. I'm coming! - Okay, thanks. Get off me now.|- Aw, come on, wh- - You wanted it to be believable.|- Aww. I'm just a girl|in the world That's all that|you'll let me be Oh, I'm just a girl|living in captivity Oh, my God!|You did it! Yeah, I did.|All right, let's get going. Oh, this is gonna|be so much fun. - So, what'd you have to do to get it?|- I had to give all the guys... in the service department|hand jobs. Well, while you were doing that,|I taped all the nostalgic songs... from high school,|to get us in the mood. - Michele? - Huh?|- I was kidding. - What?|- You actually think I would do something like that? For a car? - Okay, just get in.|- Okay. Hey, look what else|I got us, little lady. - Oh, my God. It's a flip phone!|- Uh-huh. - How'd you get this?|- I bought it. Okay. - Are ya ready?|- Ready. Let's do it. Tonight|I gotta cut loose - Footloose -|Footloose! - Footloose! - Kick off my Sunday shoes|- Kick off my Sunday knees? - Oowhee, Louise|- I have no idea what the rest of the lyrics are. - Me neither. Whoo!|- Jack, get back - Watch out, Tucson, here we come!|- Come on before we crack - Shit!|- Aww. - Loose your blues - Watch out, Tucson,|here we come! - Everybody cut footloose Footloose, footloose|Kick off your Sunday shoes - Shit!|- Aww. - Footloose|- Whoo! - You're playin' so|cool - Whoo! - Whoo! Obeyin' every rule - Dig way down in your heart|- Down in your art- - You're yearnin', burnin'|- You're flurnin', burnin', earnin' - Somebody to tell you|- Somebody better tell you - That life ain't passin' you by|- You have one hell of an eye - Everybody cut, everybody cut|- Everybody cut, everybody cut - Everybody cut, everybody cut|- Everybody cut, everybody cut - Everybody cut, everybody cut|- Everybody cut, everybody cut - Everybody, everybody cut footloose|- Footloose I got your picture|I got your picture I'd like a million of ya|all to myself I want a doctor|to take a picture So I can look at you|from inside as well - You got me turning up and turning down|- Okay, I give up. What are you doing? Pass this car.|This kid is so obnoxious. - Turning Japanese|- Oh, my God. What is with that kid? I don't know.|He is sick! Turning Japanese I think I'm|turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm|turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm|turning Japanese I really think so Oh, I'm sorry. No. No, not you. No. I was trying|to scare your little boy. Oh, my God.|Are my lips that big? Woke up this mornin'|happy as can be - Some more of that?|- Yeah. All right. Now, just remember,|from this point on... we are sophisticated, educated,|successful career women. Right. Okay. God, this underwear is totally|riding up my butt crack. Yeah. Hello.|Um, we need something to go. - Okay.|- Do you have some sort of businesswoman's special? - Come again?|- Well, we're businesswomen. - Yeah. From L.A.|- And you know some places have, like, a lunch special. For businesswomen. We don't have|anything like that. Well, then why don't you just give us,|um, two burgers and fries and Diet Cokes... - 'cause we're in a hurry.|- Mm. We're due in Tucson later. For a business thing.|You know. What kind|of business you in? I can't believe we never thought|of what to say we did for a living. Oh. Which one|of these guys... will I have sex with|at the reunion? Ooh!|Casey Degan! - Aaah!|- Come on! Now, we're running out of time. I know. Why don't we say|that we own our own company? Ooh, good.|Like what? - Like, what if we invented something?|- Like what? Well, okay, I-I think it should be like|something that-that everybody has heard about... but-but nobody really|knows who invented it. Oh, my God! I've got it!|Post-Its! - Everybody knows what Post-Its are!|- Yeah! They're the little yellow things|with the stickum on the back, right? Okay. Okay, we're-we're working in this|advertising agency after college. - Ooh, college! Good one!|- Yeah. And we have, like, this big,|like, presentation... to make to,|like, a client. - Hmm!|- So-so-so we're, like, brainstorming... and all of the sudden|we're out of paper clips! - Good!|- And so, okay- So then I, I, like- Okay, I say-|I say- Okay- "Wouldn't it be great if there was, like,|this, like, stickum on the back of this paper... "so, like, it-it would just- if I laid it on|top of that other paper it would just stay... you know, like,|without a paper clip?" - Yes!|- Ahh! So then you've got, like, this|grandfather or this uncle... that, like, has, like, a- like a-|like a paper company or a paper mill... and-and he's, like, really into it,|and the rest is history! Oh, my God!|It is perfect! Wow!|Don't you think? Well, yeah, but- - "Well, yeah, but" what?|- I don't know. I mean, it just sounds like you invented|Post-Its all by yourself, you know. - I mean, what did I do?|- Well, it was your grandfather or uncle. Yeah? Okay, you know,|so we could say that... you were,|like, the designer. Like, I thought of them, but you|thought of making them yellow. Well, no, but it's like|most of these people... have, like, known us|since elementary school. I just think that you're|more believable as a designer... rather than|as an inventor, you know? - Uh-huh.|- You're my lover Not my rival - What are you doing?|- Look. You're obviously|pissed at me. No. Uh-uh. Why should|I be pissed at you? Just because now I know|how you really feel about me. Oh, my God,|I knew this would happen. I mean, I try, for once,|to be honest with you... and it blows up|in my face. God!|You wanna be honest? Okay, good!|Let's be honest! I let you|have the ideas! - What?|- Yeah, I let you have the ideas... so you won't feel so bad|that I'm cuter. - You are not cuter, Michele.|- I am so cuter. It's, like, common knowledge, Romy.|Everybody thinks so. I'm the Mary|and you're the Rhoda. That's ridiculous. You're the Rhoda.|You're the Jewish one. Oh, my God. I'm talking|cuteness-wise, Romy, okay? And cuteness-wise,|I'm the Mary. That's crazy! You have absolutely|no proof that you're cuter! Oh, proof? You want proof?|Okay, fine. - Who lost their virginity first?|- Oh, big wow! With your cousin Barry.|I wouldn't brag about it. Okay, so who always gets asked to|dance first when we go to clubs, huh? No wonder you couldn't|find us boyfriends, Romy. Well, so what?|You can't even get a job! - I carry you, Michele! Without me, you'd be lost!|- That is such a lie! Oh, yeah? Well, let's just see.|Let's split up and see what happens. W- What do you mean,|split up? When we get to Tucson,|we're going our own separate ways. Okay. Good. Fine.|I don't care. - Fine!|- Fine. As of Tucson,|we're finished. Well, drive fast! Always something there|to remind me Wow.|Billy Christianson? Romy. Romy White. No. No way. My God, you-|you look fantastic. I mean, I- I never would have|recognized you in a million years. Thanks. So, what have you been doin'|since high school? Well,|believe it or not... I invented Post-Its. So I told Prescott... "You can either pay me the 150|or I am out of here. Bye-bye. " I mean, there are at least 12 other major|markets that would put me on the air tomorrow. Wow. So you did it?|You're an anchorwoman? No.|I'm a weather girl. On the highest-rated|5:00 news in Tucson. - Oh.|- So... Michele,|what are you up to? Uh, okay.|Um, I invented Post-Its. - You're kidding!|- You must've made a fortune! Well, yeah. No offence, Michele... but how in the world|did you think of Post-Its? Um... well... uh... And I invented them|totally by myself. I mean, all Michele did was say,|"What about making them yellow?" Really? - Actually, I invented a special kind of glue.|- Oh, really? Well, then I'm sure you wouldn't|mind giving us a detailed account... of exactly how you concocted|this miracle glue, would you? No. Um- Well, ordinarily|when you make glue... first you need to|thermoset your resin... and then after it cools|you mix in a, um, epoxide. Which is really just|a fancy-schmancy name... for any simple,|oxygenated adhesive, right? But then I thought maybe- just maybe-|you could raise the viscosity... by adding a complex glucose derivative|during the emulsification process. And it turns out,|I was right. Huh?|I don't believe it. You must be the most successful|person in our graduating class. Uh-huh.|And you're not. Bye. Always something there|to remind me This is so great. Romy? Can I ask you|something? Romy! You will not believe|what just happened! Michele, can't you see|that I am busy? Fine.|Okay, just forget it. Whoa! Oh. Oww. Oww. Oww. Oww. Oh! Oh! Come on! Oh, God!|Are you all right? - What do you think?|- I am so sorry. My-My-My driver|didn't see you. Please. Come. I have boxes of Kleenex|in my limo. Let me make it up|to you. Okay. Oh, my God. - Here. Help yourself, Michele.|- Thanks. Wait. How do you|know my name? It's me, Michele.|Sandy. - Sandy Frink?|- Uh-huh. But you're so dreamy. Well, when I made|my first million... my present to myself|was a new face. Okay, I'm not|just saying this... but you really picked|a good one. Thanks. I had this notebook... with "Mrs Romy Christianson" written|on it, like, about a thousand times. Now you think|I'm some sort of geek. No. No. No, not at all. I'm flattered. Hi, Billy. I've been lookin'|all over for you. You wanna dance once? You know,|for old times' sake. No, thanks. I owe this one to Romy. Hey, you guys, they're about|to announce the winners of the vote. - Come on!|- Vote? What vote? - Let's go. We gotta get in there.|- Okay. Wait, I can't|find my top. Where are you? Hey, how you guys|doin' tonight? I bet, uh, everyone|is as anxious... as I am to hear|the results of the vote. What vote? The person voted Most Changed|for the Better Since High School is- It's a tie.|It's a tie. The Most Changed for the Better|Since High School are... Romy White|and Michele Weinberger. Honey, go on up there|and get your medal. Okay. How weird. I didn't|even know we were voting. Get me another daiquiri. Here you go. Um, I'm sorry.|I couldn't find my top. Honey,|that is beautiful. May I take that|for you, sir? No, no, no.|You leave me alone. Looking at your medal|from the reunion again, dear? You miss her,|don't you? Duh. Michele... have you been terribly unhappy|with me all these years? Oh, no.|No, Sandy. Oh, good. I've just been lonely|with no one to talk to. Why don't you call her? - Okay.|- Yeah. - Hello?|- Billy Christianson? Oh, no, no,|I'm-I'm Billy Junior. Oh, Billy, honey,|is your mommy home? Well, yeah. Yeah, but, uh, she can't come|to the phone right now. She-She's on|her deathbed. - Romy.|- Oh, dear. Billy, honey... tell your mommy that|Michele Weinberger-Frink... is on the phone... and would very much|like to speak with her. No. Not until you admit... that I'm the Mary,|and you're the Rhoda. I'm the Mary. I'm the Mary! I'm the- You're a pasty hag|on a deathbed. I'm the Mary.|Everybody knows. Way to go, honey. Oh, God. Oh, we're really here. - Oh, God.|- Good evening, sir. Thanks for not|waking me up, Romy. God, what a bitch. Don't get me wrong If I'm looking|kind of dazzled I see neon lights Whenever you walk by Don't get me wrong - Hey, Romy White.|- Hey. - Where's Michele?|- I don't know. Um, anybody see|Billy Christianson? - Try the bar.|- Thanks, man. Don't get me wrong Oh, excuse me, excuse me.|You-you can't go in without a name tag. - Oh, okay.|- Okay. Uh, Michele Weinberger. Oh, my God, Michele Weinberger!|My God, you look great! It's me, Toby.|Oh, Toby Walters. - Uh-huh.|- Okay. Um, oh, here it is.|Here is your name tag. And, um, Romy|is already inside. - I could care less. I am not here with Romy.|- You're kidding me. No, we're not|even friends any more. We had this big falling out|over Post-Its. - Post-Its?|- It's a long story. - See ya.|- W-W- I'm only off to wander Across a moonlit night Once in a while Two people meet Seemingly, for no reason|they just pass on the street Suddenly thundershowers|everywhere Who can explain|the thunder and rain But there's somethin'|in the air Ooh, excuse me. Hi, Romy.|How are you? - Lisa Luder?|- Yes. So, where's the rest|of the "A" group? Oh, they're around here|someplace. We sort of lost touch|over the years. Wow. Isn't it weird when you're|not friends with your friends any more? I mean, Michele and I just fell|out of touch about two hours ago. Because she's selfish... and she always,|like, devalues me. And I'm sick of it,|you know? God, you guys are easy|to talk to. I invented Post-Its. - You know, the yellow things with the stickum on the back?|- Yes, I know what they are. So, uh,|what are you up to? I'm an associate fashion editor|for Vogue. Wow! Wh-|Good job! Boy, I must have, like,|every single issue of Vogue... for the past ten years. Okay, well, it was|very nice talking with you. Nice talking to you too. Okay, Romy. It might just be|fantastic Don't get me wrong It was so cute. My mom gave us|a new car seat for the baby. And when the box arrived, little|Jake looks up at me and says... "Mommy,|is that the baby?" - Oh.|- I wish. Hey, everyone. - And so we meet again.|- Oh, hi. Romy White. You're the chubby girl. Oh, well, I was, but I haven't|been for a really long time. So, what are|all of you up to? Christie, in the yearbook you said|that you wanted Jane Pauley's job. Are you a big TV news|anchorwoman now? Oh, no, I don't even|watch TV any more. My priorities have changed|since I became a mommy. Can you believe|this is number three? Wow, three kids. God, you must feel|really tied down. Not at all.|I feel very fulfilled. Besides, Billy always|wanted a big family. - Billy Christianson?|- Mm-hmm. - You married Billy Christianson?|- Mm-hmm. For almost ten years now. Billy's in|real estate development. So, how about you?|Any kids? Oh, uh, no. I just haven't had time, you know, what|with running my own business and all. Your own business? Yeah.|I invented Post-Its. No, really.|What do you do? That's what I do.|I invented Post-Its. Oh. You're kidding me. Well, I've made|a lot of money. Oh, you know who they say|has made a ton of money? Sandy Frink. - The Frink-a-zoid?|- Yeah. He invented some special kind of rubber that's|used in every tennis shoe in North America. Hey, if anybody|needs to make a call... I've got a phone. - Is Sandy Frink here?|- Uh, no. - Uh, you can't go in without a name tag.|- Fuck off! Heather Mooney? Oh, my God,|you're exactly the same. Oh, my God.|Heather Mooney is here? This ought to be so good. Oh, God, don't look now.|It's Heather Mooney. - What?|- Hello, Romy. Uh- E- Uh- You- Oh, uh- Heather,|you said you weren't coming. Yeah, well, since Sandy|and Michele aren't married- What a waste|of a tank of gas, huh? Okay, well, come on.|I'll help you go find him. Uh, he's not here. I already asked Toby|Dumbfuck. Obviously, I've interrupted. Why don't you just go back to ignoring|me like you did in high school? No, you can stay. We're just discussing our class|success stories. So, what are you up to? Ever hear of Lady Fair cigarettes?|I invented the quick-burning paper. - Wow, we have a whole class full of inventors.|- Meaning? Oh, you know, Sandy Frink|invented something too. - Hey, isn't that Sandy over there now?|- What did Sandy invent? - Some kind of rubber. - Romy here|invented Post-Its. - You did not. - Yeah, I did.|- You did not. - Yeah, I did.|- You did not. Yeah, I-|Well, who did then? A guy named Art Fry|from the 3M Corp. We studied it|in business school. You're kidding me. You just|made all that up? Oh, God,|you are so weird. - Why don't you just leave her alone?|- Michele. Oh, it's|the back brace girl. - Hi, back brace girl.|- Hi, back brace girl. Oh, shut up. And what are you|picking on us for anyway? We are not the ones|who got fat. We're pregnant,|you half-wit. Oh, yeah, well... I hope your babies|look like monkeys. Come on, Romy. - Oh, Romy.|- Oh, please, go away. Just leave me alone. Why did I even|come back here? Well, you know what? There are worse|things than telling some dumb story... and having everybody|laugh at you. - Like what?|- Like losing your best friend. You know? I mean,|I had the worst dream, Romy. I dreamt that we weren't friends|and we were really, really old. But I mean, like, we were, like,|really, really old. And-And we weren't friends. I can't stand that|we're mad at each other. Okay, I'm sorry|I said all those things. You're as cute as me.|You are. And-And in some cultures,|maybe cuter. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said that you weren't|smart enough to invent Post-Its. Well, I mean,|maybe I'm not. Although in my dream,|I did know the formula for glue. So, are we friends again? Well, duh. Okay. And you know what,|it doesn't even matter... that we told, like, what,|four people some dumb lie. Who cares? Hi, everybody. Settle down. Hi. I'm Christie|Masters-Christianson. I have been asked|to formally welcome you all... to Sagebrush High's|ten-year reunion. We have come a long way|in the past ten years. Our own Lisa Luder is helping|set the style for the country... as a fashion editor|for "Vogue" magazine. And Travis McKinney|is in his fifth year... as a member of the|Dallas Cowboys football team. And... Romy and Michele claimed... they invented Post-Its. All I ever wanted was|for people to think... that we were better|than we were in high school. And now we're just a stupid joke,|just like we always were. No, Romy. Can I tell you the truth? I never knew that we weren't|that great in high school. I mean, we always had|so much fun together. I thought high school|was a blast. And until you told me that|our lives weren't good enough... I thought everything|since high school was a blast. I think we should go back|out there as ourselves... and just have fun|like we always do. The hell with|everyone else. I don't think I can. Well, do you think you can|stop being such a baby? God, I feel like|I've been, like... chasing you all over|this reunion. We have come|all this way. Now we are going to enjoy ourselves|whether you like it or not. God, Michele, I've never seen this side|of your personality before. You're so bossy|and domineering. - I like it.|- Me too. She's got it Yeah, baby|she's got it - I don't believe it.|- What? They're ba-ack. Well, I'm your Venus - Nice outfits.|- I'm your fire Post-Its must be|really lucrative. - Are you sure you want to do this?|- Oh, yeah, Michele, I am so sure. What the hell is|your problem, Christie? Why are you always|such a nasty bitch? Do you get some kind of sick pleasure|from torturing other people? I mean, yeah, okay, so Michele and I|did make up some lame story. We only did it because we wanted you|to treat us like human beings. But you know what|I finally realized? I don't care if you like us|'cause we don't like you. You're a bad person|with an ugly heart... and we don't give a flying fuck|what you think. - Come on, Michele.|- Okay. And, yeah. It's unbelievable.|They're as deluded about their lives... as they are about|those hideous clothes. Actually, Christie,|they've got nice lines... a fun,|frisky use of colour. All in all, I'd have to say|they're really not bad. Well, we still think|they're ridiculous. Don't we, girls? Why don't you just let them|think for themselves for once? You're just jealous... because unlike a certain ball-busting,|dried-up career woman I might mention... we're all happily married. That's right, Christie. Keep telling|yourself that. - I do love those outfits.|- Yeah, sure do. - Oh, great.|- Thanks. Michele made them. Well, I just sewed them.|We both designed them. - Fifty-fifty.|- Wow. - Yeah. That's so cool. Well, it's been really|terrific seeing all of you. - Come on, Michele.|- Oh, okay, bye. Hi. I am sorry that I blew|your big lie for you. Hey, that's okay.|It was better this way anyway. It's ironic, isn't it? I really thought|you guys had it made in high school. - Us?|- Yes, you. With your long hair|and your long legs... walkin' on your legs,|flippin' your hair. I can't compete with that.|You made Sandy crazy. And the whole time|you were makin' my life hell... the "A" group was making|your life hell; I didn't know. You know what? I bet in high school|everybody made somebody's life hell. Mm-mmm, not me. Never had the|opportunity to make anyone's life hell. You know what? I bet that's not true.|You were really unpleasant. - You think?|- Oh, yeah. God. Heather?|Oh, I'm off duty. Um, since you never|got around to it in high school... I was wondering|if you could sign my yearbook. And, uh, please don't|tell me to fuck off... because it really hurts|my feelings. - I hurt your feelings?|- Yeah, all the time. Tremendous!|That's tremendous! Go get your stupid yearbook.|I would be happy to sign it. Okay, great.|I'll-I'll be right back, okay? Michele, I think maybe|we should leave. There is no way this reunion|is gonna get any better. Hey, everybody, Sandy Frink|just landed in a helicopter! Sandy Frink|has a helicopter? Yeah. Apparently he's worth,|like, millions. He invented some kind of|special rubber or something. Like for condoms? Whoa-ohh-ohh The hot summer night Fell like a net I've gotta find|my baby yet You think I'm cute A little bit shy Mama, I ain't|that kind of guy That's Sandy Frink?|What the hell was I thinking? Whoa-ohh-ohh Sandy, hi. - Doctor, Doctor, give me the news|- You look so rich. - I got a bad case of lovin' you|- I mean, great. No pill's gonna|cure my ill I got a bad case|of lovin' you Michele. - After all these years, you still take my breath away.|- Thanks. So you must be, like,|the most successful person... in our entire|graduating class. Well, I guess that depends|on how you define "success. " If, to you, success means|having a house in Aspen... one in Acapulco, a penthouse in|New York, a mansion in Malibu... a 60-foot yacht,|an eight-seat Windstar... a Bell Jet Ranger, a Bentley,|a personal trainer, a full-time chef... a live-in masseuse|and a staff of 24... then, yeah... I guess I am successful. But no matter|how much I accumulate... there's still one thing|I just don't have. Your own country? I don't have you,|Michele. Will you dance with me? Only if Romy|can dance with us. Sure. Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick|and think of you Caught up in circles Confusion is nothing new Flashback|Warm nights Almost left behind Suitcase of memories Time after|Sometimes you picture me I'm walkin'|too far ahead You're callin' to me I can't hear|what you've said Then you say "Go slow" I fall behind The second hand unwinds If you're lost, you can look|and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you|I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost, you can look|and you will find me Time after time If you fall|I will catch you - I'll be waiting|- I will be waiting Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time See, I told you|it would pay off... to go to those clubs|every night. Come on. Oh, Jesus,|Mary and Joseph. What do you want? You were right. I was|a brain-dead, redneck asshole. Although I never screwed|a sheep or my sister. Why not?|Couldn't catch 'em? I guess I deserve that.|I was a jerk. But I was so miserable|in high school... I don't think I spoke more than|two words the entire time. I just couldn't|breathe there, you know? Plus, I had this|really bad stutter. Listen, you, uh,|wanna go somewhere quiet? Somewhere|where we can talk? - You-You wanna talk to me?|- Yeah. Okay, cowboy, I don't know|what your trip is... - but if this is some kind|of a sick game- - What? No. If you fuck with me|in any way, I will rip... each and every appendage from your body,|starting with your dick, capisce? Look, I j-just|w- wanted to talk. Okay. What the hell. What is your name? - Clarence.|- I like your hat, Clarence. - Thank you.|- Pick up the pace. You wait here.|I'll prep my chopper. - Okay.|- All right. Oh, my God, somebody's|puking in the bushes. Eeewww! Hey, how you guys doin'? Billy? - Chubbo?|- The name is Romy. Romy and Michele. So, weren't you guys, like,|totally in love with me in high school? She was. You wanna get a room? But you're married. - To Christie.|- Yeah, but you've got children... and you're a successful|real estate developer. I do drywall for her old man's|construction company. And-And you know this new kid?|Don't even know if he's mine. So- How about that room? Okay. Why don't you go|and get that room? Go and wash your face|and take off all your clothes... and I'll be up there|in five minutes. All right! Your fantasy|is gonna come true... tonight. - See you later.|- Ugh- Okay. - God.|- Now he's gonna see what it feels like to wait. - That's such a good one.|- Ladies. - God, can you believe we're going home in a helicopter?|- I know. It's so cool. I just wish everybody inside the reunion|would come out and see us lift off. Ohh! Thank you. Oh. Oh, my God! I'm so glad you didn't|bring your big notebook with you. Michele. Ooh, baby, do you know|what that's worth Ooh, heaven is|a place on earth They say in heaven|love comes first We'll make heaven|a place on earth Ooh, heaven is|a place on earth Billy. Billy! Billy, where are you? Billy. Damn it.|Damn it! Oh, my God.|Is that Heather? Go for it, Heather! Ooh, baby, do you know|what that's worth Ooh, heaven is|a place on earth They say in heaven|love comes first Thanks for stopping by. Yeah. Enjoy your fashions. Have a Romy and Michele day. - That was a good one.|- Thanks. I cannot believe|how busy we've been. I know. Hey, maybe we can|pay back Sandy this week. Um, I think we're about, like,|two years away from that. Oh. Okay. Heather, um, has anyone ever told you|that smoking can kill you? No. No one. Thank you. Okay, but if you burn it,|you bought it. Like I give a shit.|I look like an asshole. What? Nuh-uh.|You look totally cute. This dress exacerbates the genetic|betrayal that is my legacy. Okay, I don't even know what you're|talking about because of those words... but come here. - Ow!|- God, that has been bugging me. - Stay away from my bikini area.|- Um, okay. - I'm in a rush. Ring it up if you must.|- Okay. Let me have the tag, please. Thank you. You really do look cute. - You know what?|- Huh? Despite that surly demeanour, I think|we've just given her a big gift. Okay, I mean,|to give someone... like Heather Mooney the chance|to express herself through fashion- We could've really|changed her life. Yeah. For me though,|it's like... I've given birth to|my own baby girl, you know? Only she's, like,|a big giant girl... who smokes|and says "shit" a lot. - You know?|- Yeah. - Yeah. Let's fold scarves!|- Okay. - You know what, Michele?|- Huh? I think you are, like,|the funnest person I know. Me too.|With you. See the people|walkin' down the street Fall in line|Just watchin' all the feet They don't know|where everyone can go But they're walkin'|in time They got the beat|They got the beat They got the beat|Yeah, they got the beat All the kids|just gettin' out of school They can't wait|to hang out and be cool Hang around|till quarter after twelve That's when|they fall in line They got the beat|They got the beat Kids got the beat|Yeah, kids got the beat Go Go music|really makes us dance In the crowd|it puts us in a trance We want to|So just give us a chance That's when|we fall in line 'Cause we got the beat|We got the beat We got the beat|Yeah, we got it We got the beat - We got the beat|- Everybody get out your feet - We got the beat|- We know you can dance to the beat - We got the beat|- Jump back, kick 'round - We got the beat|- 'Round and 'round and 'round - Whoo!|- We got the beat - We got the beat|- We got the beat - We got the beat|- We got the beat - We got the beat, We got the beat|- We got the beat - We got the beat|- We got the beat