Hairspray (1988)

-Come on! Come on!

-OK, all right.

Will you hurry up?

l'm home.

Afternoon, Miss Edna.

Penny, your mother called.

Tracy Turnblad, can't you say

hello to Mrs. Malinski?

Every day she's got to watch

that Corny Collins Show.

Delinquents, if you ask me.

lt ain't right to be dancin'

on TV to that colored music.

She's just a teenager.

-Good-bye, Mrs. Malinski.

-Good-bye, Edna.

Come on, baby,

gonna teach it to you

Mashed potato

Feel that groovy beat now

Mashed potato

Come on and move your feet

now, baby

-lt's the latest

-Come on, honey

-lt's the greatest

-Come on, baby

Mashed potato

Could you turn that racket down?

l'm tryin' to iron in here.

They found this dance

was so out of sight

To When the Lion Sleeps Tonight

-Mashed potato

-Mmm, yeah, mashed potato

Ladies and gentlemen,

Corny Collins!

Good afternoon, Baltimore...

and welcome

to The Corny Collins Show.

That was Dee Dee Sharp...

and today's bull's-eye hit,

Mashed Potato Time...

and, hey, we've got

our first telegram of the day.

Thank you very much, Tammy.

'"Please have Lou Ann Levorowski

and l.Q. Jones lead a dance.""

Signed, ""Your number one fan

in West Baltimore.""

Here they come now.

Come on up here, kids.

-Hi, Corny.

-Hi, West Baltimore.

Lou Ann, you're

a pretty darn groovy chick.

How long have you been a regular

on the show?

l've been on the council

for five months.

-And you, l.Q.?

-Two out-of-sight years.

Not bad.

God, he's gorgeous, Penny.

Look at her hair.

Gosh, l wish mine was that high.

And what's your favorite record

from the survey?

-Gravy!

-Gravy!

All right. Here's l.Q. Jones

and Lou Ann Levorowski...

leading our next dance, Give Me

Gravy on My Mashed Potatoes.

Come on, baby, l need gravy

Give me, give me, give me,

give me gravy tonight

l know you dance

the mashed potato fine

But that don't show me

that you're really mine

Once we're dancin',

we'll start romancin'

So put that somethin' extra

on the line

Give me gravy

On my mashed potatoes

Give me gravy

Come on and treat me right

Give me gravy

Baby, you're the greatest

So give me, give me, give me,

give me gravy tonight

Link, why don't you

tell the home viewers...

where we're gonna be tonight?

Well, Corny,

we'll be at the Parkville VFW...

For the Corny Collins

record hop.

Stuck-up little spastic.

She's such a queer.

What do you want to hear, Amber?

Shake a Tail Feather,

by the Five Du-tones.

Here they are,

the Five Du-tones.

l heard about this fellow

you been dancin' with

All over the neighborhood

Well, why didn't you

ask me, baby

Or didn't you think l could?

l know that

the bossa nova's worth a shot

l've seen him do the bird

all night

But if that was you and me

out there, baby

l would have shown you

how to do it right

Do it right

Bend over, let me see you

shake a tail feather

Twist it

Shake it, shake it, shake it,

shake it, baby

You should be on that council,

not her.

l know l should, Penny.

Hey, l'm going to that hop

tonight.

Oh, let me come.

We'll lie and say we're going

to the library to study.

lt's a deal.

We'll meet at eight o'clock,

up on the avenue.

OK, young ladies.

l've had just about enough

of this screeching music.

Mother, we're watching

The Corny Collins Show!

Penny,

your mother called all frantic.

She said you are punished.

l'm always punished.

And, Tracy, l have told you

about that hair...

all ratted up

like a teen-age Jezebel.

Oh, mother, you're so fifties.

Tracy's flamboyant flip

is all the rage, Miss Edna.

Jackie Kennedy, our first lady,

even rats her hair.

But Tracy ain't no first lady,

are you, Tracy?

No, sirree, she's a hairhopper.

That's what she is.

Now l've got nothin'

but hampers of ironing to do...

and my diet pill is wearing off.

Tracy, l want you to go

to your room and study...

and, Penny,

don't you be listening...

to every bit of nonsense

that my daughter tells you.

lf l didn't know better,

l'd swear she was mental.

Now what? More soiled laundry

for mommy, l suppose.

Come in.

Edna, have you seen Penny?

Good lord, Prudy,

she's right over there.

Hi, mom.

Penny Pingleton,

you know you were punished.

From now on, you're wearing

a giant ""P"" on your blouse...

every day to school...

so that the whole world

knows that Penny Pingleton...

is permanently, positively

punished!

-Eight o-clock.

-Bye, Miss Edna.

Bye, honey.

Oh, stop! Stop!

What is it?

Oh! Oh, my God!

-What's the matter?

-No, get off of me!

Don't look at me!

What's the matter?

l happen to have a blemish!

You had three good close-ups

today, period.

Why can't you dance up front

where the voters can see you?

Leave me alone, mother.

l have a pimple.

Ugh. And you had to choose

a colored record...

as your favorite song,

didn't you?

That's nice for the neighbors.

You got something against

Connie Francis?

Shelley Fabares?

l love Shelley Fabares.

Amber, are you listening to me?

We have to have a little talk.

You know,

if your father is forced...

to integrate Tilted Acres,

we're out of business...

so, at least act white

on television.

Leave me alone, mother.

Shake a Tail Feather

is a wild song.

lt's got a good beat,

and you can dance to it.

Oh, God, of all nights!

A Corny Collins record hop,

and l've got craters.

Oh, just pop it! Pop it!

Just relax. Relax.

Don't be ridiculous.

Take it easy.

Tension is the worst thing

for a complexion.

Come on. Lie down. Lie down.

No moping.

Mother is here.

You have beautiful skin, Amber.

There...it's gone.

Now it's time for you know what

Mother, l know all the dances.

Come on. Get up. Get up!

Practice makes perfect.

l ought to know.

Don't forget,

l was Miss Soft Crab in 1945...

and that title wasn't handed

to me on a silver platter.

l worked for it.

Now come on. A-one, two...

a-one, two, three, pony!

Mashed potatoes!

Faster!

Amber, l'd like to talk to you.

Yes, daddy?

-Don't stop. Cha-cha.

-l'm tired.

One, two, cha cha cha.

One, two, cha cha cha.

l had some new campaign fliers

made up today...

all for daddy's little girl.

l want you to hand those out

at the hop tonight to everyone--

each and every one of those.

-Twist!

-Oh, daddy.

No lip from you, Miss lngrate.

This campaign is costing us

an arm and a leg.

New gowns,

hairdresser three times a week!

Why, your hairspray bill alone

is enough to eat up...

all the profits

from the tilt-a-whirl.

You'll do as daddy says...

or we'll send you

to catholic school...

where you belong,

right, Franklin?

That's right. Catholic school.

Pass the macaroni and cheese...

please.

Did you take that appetite

suppressant l gave you...

on Dr. McKenzie's orders?

Mother, l'm a growing teenager.

l need food.

Let her eat, Edna.

Tracy, did you do your chores

around the house today?

Not Miss Tracy,

Cyd Charisse herself.

She's too busy ratting her hair

and doing the Ubangi stomp.

Tracy, we all have

responsibilities in life.

You may think owning

the Hardy Har joke shop...

is all drudgery--

unwrapping dribble glasses,

checking doggie doo inventory--

but l wuv it.

You'll see. Work can be fun.

Can l please be excused

to go to the library to study?

Are you ready?

Let's have a ball

at the hall tonight

We'll groove and jerk

till the early light

Make the scene

with the record machine

And we'll dance and party

tonight

Come on...

What's the problem, officer?

-This is a white establishment.

-Oh, come on.

Hey, listen,

we just came to dance.

-That's not fair.

-Open your purse, please.

And everything's all right

Go.

And every night

is Saturday night, yeah!

Let's go round,

bristol stompin', too

Hold me now

like it's all brand-new

Any dance that you want to do...

Boys and girls,

stay on the dance floor.

Here comes

the hottest tune of the day...

and it started

right here in Baltimore.

And where did you

see it first, kids?

The Corny Collins Show!

A big, strong line,

ladies and gentlemen.

lt's Madison Time!

l can do that dance.

lt's madison time. Hit it.

You're looking good.

A big, strong line.

When l say hit it, l want you

to go two up and two back...

with a big, strong turn,

and back to the madison.

Hit it.

No. You dance better

than all of them.

Go ahead! Go!

You're looking good.

Now when l say hit it...

l want you to go two up

and two back, double cross...

come out of it

with The Rifleman.

Hit it.

Crazy.

Now when l say hit it...

l want the big, strong ""M"",

erase it...

and back to the madison.

Hit it.

Walk on. You're lookin' good.

Now, then, when l say hit it,

it'll be T-time.

Hit it.

Big, strong line.

Now when l say hit it...

l want the big, strong

basketball...

with a Wilt Chamberlain hook.

Hit it.

Two points.

Now this time

when l say hit it...

l want the big, strong

Jackie Gleason...

and back to the madison.

Hit it.

And away we go.

Crazy.

When l say hit it,

go two up and two back...

double cross, and freeze.

Hit it.

And hold it right there.

All right. Hold on to your hats,

all you continental rockers...

'cause

it's dance contest time...

and we've got the wildest judge

in town.

You listen to her every night

on WEDD...

and she hosts Negro Day

on The Corny Collins Show...

the last Thursday

of every month.

A warm welcome for

the queen of Baltimore soul...

Miss Motormouth Maybelle

herself, ladies and gentlemen!

Let's hear it, Baltimore--

Motormouth Maybelle!

All right, here she comes,

looking very fine.

Ooh whee! Tiddley papa!

l am a whopper!

Motormouth Maybelle

is my name...

and, sweetheart,

dancin' is my game.

All right!

Chubby Checker and Pony Time!

lt's pony time! Get up!

Hey, now, let's party

ln the Union Hall

lt's pony time

When you hear this call

So get with it

Don't quit it

Get up

OK, fatso,

let's see what you're made of.

Or it'll make boss lines

But any way you're doin' it

You're gonna look real fine

So get with it

Don't quit it

Get up

Now you turn to the left

when l say gee

You turn to the right

when l say haw

Now gee, jam, jam, little baby

Now haw

Jam, oh, baby

Pony, baby

Do it, baby

Gonna see little Suzy

Who lives next door

She's doin' the pony

She's takin' the floor

Yeah, so get with it

Don't quit it

All right!

All right, Motormouth,

just three couples left.

Tammy,

bring on the applause meter.

ls it going to be

couple number one?

Or is it couple number two?

Or shall it be

couple number three?

All right.

l think we have a winner...

and that winner is...

l love 'em tender,

Tracy and Fender.

All right!

Tracy Turnblad and Fender.

Tracy Turnblad, you are

the queen of the hop tonight.

Listen, we're holding auditions

for the council tomorrow.

You ought to come down

and strut your stuff.

Oh, Corny, do you really think

l'm good enough?

What do you think, kids?

l hear ya.

Thanks for comin' down, Tracy.

We'll see you tomorrow.

Now, Motormouth,

l think it's time...

we slowed things down a little

with Mr. Gene Pitney.

You can't hide your face

in this godforsaken place.

Here in your own city,

there's a town without pity.

Gene Pitney,

ladies and gentlemen.

When you're young

and so in love as we

And bewildered

by the world we see

Why do people hurt us so?

Only those in love would know

What a town without pity can do

Whore.

How can we keep love alive?

How can anything survive

When these little minds

tear you in two?

What a town without pity can do

No, it isn't very pretty

What a town without pity can do

Thank you, girls.

And now it's time to move on

to a little something...

we call the spotlight.

OK. First girl--Miss Pingleton?

l'm just a little nervous.

This is show business,

young lady.

lf you think

you're nervous now...

Ha!

Wait till you're on the air.

OK, first question?

Are you now,

or have you ever gone steady?

Well, l'm not going

with anybody now...

but l'd love to date

a council member.

Yeah, right.

Come on!

Exactly how many sweaters

do you have?

Gee, l never counted.

l guess about five.

-Five?

-Five?

Next.

Nadine Carver,

Eastern High School.

Are you aware that Negro Day...

is the last Thursday

of every month?

Yes.

l've been on it a few times.

l feel the show

should be integrated every day.

Yeah, right.

Can you relate

to Leslie Gore's music?

Look,

she ain't no James Brown...

but l can dance to Lawrence Welk

if l have to.

-Lawrence Welk?

-Thank you, Nadine.

Tracy Turnblad.

Would you do a pimple cream

commercial on camera...

if Corny asked you to?

l'd be proud to.

Luckily, l've never been cursed

with acne...

like others...

but l realize the devastating

effect of skin blemishes...

on the social life of teenagers.

Would you ever swim...

in an integrated swimming pool?

Oh, my God.

l certainly would, lggy.

l'm a modern kind of girl.

l'm all for integration.

Aren't you a little fat

for the show?

That's enough, Amber.

l would imagine

that many of the home viewers...

are also pleasantly plump

or chunky.

Oh, come on. The show's

not filmed in cinemascope.

You're out of line, Amber.

Corny, Tammy, can't you see?

This girl's a trash can.

That's five demerit points.

You're suspended

from the show today.

Pack up your things and go home.

Oh, my God.

But l was supposed to lead

the ladies' choice.

l'm sure we can find

a replacement.

Please wait outside.

The council

will now meet in secret...

debate your personality flaws,

and come to a final decision.

Miss Edna! Miss Edna!

Penny Pingleton,

you'll wake the dead.

Tracy's not home yet.

Plus, your mother called,

and she's on the warpath.

l know, Miss Edna.

Can l come in?

There's something

you've both got to see.

Well, yeah, come on up...

but l've got ironing,

and Wilbur's working.

Mr. Turnblad!

lt's not war with Cuba, is it?

-Or more negro problems?

-No. You'll see.

Did poor Debbie Reynolds

have a nervous breakdown?

This better be good.

Broad daylight, and

l'm sittin' in front of a TV.

l've seen The Corny Collins

Show, thank you, Penny.

Just watch.

l just lost

a $2.69 Silly Putty sale.

-This better be worth it.

-Wait, you'll see. Just watch.

-What's your name?

-l'm Ruby.

-And you?

-Dee Dee!

-And what about you?

-l'm Lucille.

Now, where are you gonna be

appearing tonight?

We'll be at the Royal Theater...

-At Motormouth Maybelle's...

-All Soul Review.

All right,

ladies and gentlemen...

a big hand for Baltimore's own

Trinklettes.

l closed up shop for this?

Just wait.

All right,

let's keep the music playing...

and the hits a-turning

with Mr. Gene Chandler...

because the Duke of Earl

loves to cha-cha.

Duke, duke, duke of earl

There! There! Look! lt's Tracy!

Oh, my God.

She's all peroxided up.

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

With a triple process, yet.

But Tracy was accepted

on the Corny Collins Council.

Mr. and Mrs. Turnblad,

your daughter's a star.

Duke of earl

And you, you are my girl

And no one can hurt you

Oh, no

Oh, see?

She's already getting close-ups.

Does she get paid for this?

Big as a house!

l think she looks pretty, Edna.

'Cause l'm the duke of earl

Yes, l'm watching her now.

You are? Well, thank you.

Yes. Good-bye.

That was Hilda

from up Conklin Street.

She's going to send a telegram.

Oh, God! There she is!

Yes, l...

Oh, l'm gonna love you

Nothing can stop me now

'Cause l'm the duke of earl

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's time to introduce...

someone very special--

a brand-new council member...

making her first appearance

on the show...

and we already have telegrams.

Why don't you introduce

yourself?

Hi, Corny! l'm Tracy Turnblad,

and l go to Mervel High!

Well, Tracy,

someone out there likes you.

'"Please have the new girl

lead a ladies' choice.""

l was supposed to lead

the ladies' choice!

Tell me, Tracy,

are you going steady?

No, l'm not, Corny, but there is

somebody l've got a crush on.

Who, l'd like to know?

She's just a child.

Well, let's see

who the lucky guy is.

Ladies and gentlemen,

a ladies' choice.

Hi, Tracy! lt's me, Penny!

She can't hear you.

Oh, she better hadn't dare!

lf you should lose me

Oh, yeah

You'll lose a good thing

lf you should lose me

Oh, yeah

You'll lose a good thing

You know l love you

Do anything for you

Oh, God!

He's violated the oath

of the friendship ring!

Aw, don't cry, honey.

You'll lose a good thing

l'm givin' you one more chance

For you to do right

lf you'll only straighten up

We'll have a good life

That fat girl's no competition!

White trash, plain and simple!

For all we know,

that girl could be high yellow.

Oh, mommy, daddy...

l'll still be the queen

of the auto show, won't l?

Aw, honey.

No, she's not here.

Well, l'm sure

she loves you, too.

Yes, thank you. Good-bye.

This is amazing!

She's so popular already!

She could be one

of the June Taylor dancers.

Well, yes,

l am Tracy Turnblad's agent.

Give me a pencil! Quick! Quick!

How may l help you?

Oh, Tracy, you were wonderful!

Honey, we're real proud of you.

Oh, sweetie, listen.

Tomorrow, if you could get up

just a little bit closer...

so we can see you better, OK?

And maybe even give

the Hardy Har a little p-p-plug.

Oh, mom, dad...

Oh, Penny, my best friend...

l'm so happy!

Finally,

all of Baltimore knows--

l'm big, blonde, and beautiful.

You're a teen leader now!

And the show biz offers

are pouring in.

Tonight, we have an audition...

and, honey,

this is only the beginning.

Stick with me, and

we'll claw our way to the top!

Oh, God!

Fame, fortune, glamour...

and to top it off...

l'm in love!

Wow, Tracy, you're really tough!

Ooh, Tracy, what do you think

about this one?

l like it.

Wilbur would kill us

if we spent that much money.

You look gorgeous, Bertha,

simply exquisite!

Oh, l don't know, Pinky.

Have an eclair.

Eat up, girls, eat up.

Big is beautiful.

Tracy Turnblad!

Welcome to the Hefty Hideaway

house of fashion...

for the ample woman.

Hi, l'm Mr. Pinky.

Mr. Pinky, l'm Tracy's business

manager, Edna Turnblad.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet

the both of you.

Here, we cater to the big-boned

gals like yourself...

who are stylish and

at the same time frustrated...

by the lack of sizes

in the department stores today.

l saw you on TV.

l want you to be my model!

Would she be paid for this?

One free outfit a month.

You start tomorrow.

l hope there's no diets

in the works...

because l want to design...

your Miss Auto Show

coronation gown myself!

Could you throw in a pair...

of complimentary pettipants

in the deal?

You drive a hard bargain,

Miss Edna, and rightfully so.

Pettipants, pettigirdle--

you just let Tracy

take her pick.

How about a fabulous frock

just for me?

Tracy'll have to work

one extra day for free.

lt's a deal!

Thank you, Mr. Pinky.

l'm going to make you a star!

l hope your father likes this.

He's going to love it.

You look beautiful.

lt's the new you.

Mom, come on! Come on!

Go in the beauty shop?

Yes!

You haven't done that in years.

Come on, mom. You deserve it.

-No. Wilbur will kill me.

-Come on!

Oh, OK.

You really think l should?

Come on, mom.

Mama, welcome to the sixties.

Listen, l'll talk to you

after biology.

See you after P.E., guys.

ln the figure shown...

line segment AB

and line segment CD...

are chords of the circle.

Line segment PA

and line segment PC--

What is the problem, Mr. Davis?

l can't see through her hair.

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

Your ratted hair

is preventing...

yet another student's

geometry education.

lt's feathered, not ratted.

Whatever you call it,

it's a hair-don't.

You've been warned repeatedly.

l want you to take a little walk

down to the principal's office.

Let's see what he has to say.

Anyway,

she was right in the car...

in plain sight of just everybody

at the hop.

She was nude.

-No.

-That fat thing?

Tracy Turnblad is a whore.

-Happy now?

-But, mom, l didn't do--

-Don't ""But, mom"" me.

-l didn't! He's lying!

Ow! What was that for?

l'll give you something

to whine about.

Might as well just forget

that TV.

Miss Turnblad?

Have a seat.

Yes, sir.

Once again, your hairdo

is getting you in hot water.

Didn't two weeks in hairdo

detention have any effect?

l happen to be

the height of teen fashion.

You're on a one-way ticket

to reform school.

l'm afraid we're just going

to have to change your homeroom.

Starting today, you report

to class 10-D, room 108.

Special ed?

Yes, Miss Turnblad,

special education.

But that's for retards...

and the black kids

you try to hold back.

Here, you will be taught

by specialists...

trained to deal

with hairdo scofflaws...

in high school society.

Mr. Davidson!

That will be all, Miss Turnblad.

The city of Baltimore has

an interesting Catholic history.

lt was named after

Lord Baltimore.

He founded the Maryland colony

for Catholics and others...

who could not practice

their religion in England.

Hey, don't touch my stuff!

l'll kick your ass!

Take it back!

Teach us how to dance, honey.

Come on,

show us what you've got, honey.

Go! Go! Go!

Good morning, class.

Good morning, Mrs. Shipley.

Now let's all stand and say

the pledge of allegiance.

l pledge allegiance

to the flag...

of the United States

of America--

And one and two...

and three and four.

Let's warm it up.

Come on, Amber,

can't we just be friends?

You're acting like a child.

Here we go with jumping jacks.

Let's go and one...

and two and three...

Now, as you all know, today

is special education's turn...

at the dodgeball tournament.

So let's get

into the locker room...

put on those gym outfits...

and show them

that special education...

is nothing to laugh about.

And three and four--

Hey, look! lt's special ed!

This is special ed?

Special ed in the red!

All right, ladies, let's go.

Let's play dodgeball.

Penny, they put me in special ed

just 'cause of my hair!

Hey, l saw you

on The Corny Collins Show.

Where'd a white girl

learn how to dance like that?

Just practicing.

Oh, and watching Negro Day

on Corny Collins.

Hey, thunder thighs,

this one's for you!

-Grow up, Amber.

-God, l love this game!

My mama says Negro Day

ain't nothin' but segregation.

-Your mama?

-Yeah.

None other than

Motormouth Maybelle herself.

l'm Seaweed.

Hey, Penny, see

the colored boy--the cute one?

His mother

is Motormouth Maybelle!

He's gorgeous!

l'll get the fat retard!

Game over!

Let's hit the showers!

Did you see that?

Aw, you're all right, girl.

Are you sure she's all right?

She'll be OK.

lt's not who wins.

lt's how you play the game.

Tracy,

would you go steady with me?

Come on, everybody

Clap your hands

Ah, you're lookin' good

l'm gonna sing my song

lt won't take long

We're gonna do the twist,

and it goes like this

Come on, let's twist again

Like we did last summer

Yeah, let's twist again

Like we did last year

Do you remember when

Things were really hummin'?

Yeah, let's twist again

Twistin' time is here

Round and round and up and down

We go again

Oh, baby,

make me know you love me so

And then twist again

Like we did last summer

Girl, let's twist again

Like we did last year

Come on and twist again

Twistin' time is here

Five, four, three, two, one.

You're on the air.

Fatty, fatty, two by four.

Can't get through

the dressin' room door?

Hi, l'm Mr. Pinky,

owner of the Hefty Hideaway...

3311 Eastern Avenue.

Are you big-boned,

got a glandular problem...

but you still want the glamour?

Don't worry about it. The Hefty

Hideaway has got it all.

This beautiful ensemble, being

modeled by our lovely Tracy...

is available

in sizes twelve to twenty-six.

You heard me right.

You need a girdle? We got 'em.

Even got large size shoes...

for that continental

Clementine look.

Oh, my darlin'

All at prices you can afford.

Big is beautiful!

Hefty Hideaway, Eastern Avenue.

You come on in today.

You'll be awful glad you did.

That's our little baby!

She's prettier

than Elizabeth Taylor.

Thank you, Mr. Pinky.

lt's a thrill to have you

as a new sponsor...

and, Tracy, you keep this up...

and you just may be crowned

Miss Auto Show 1963.

Remember,

tomorrow is preteen day...

so bring your little brother

or your little sister...

or your cousins or

your nieces or your nephews...

and let those tykes

rock-and-roll on--

The Corny Collins Show!

l've never been to North Avenue.

Don't worry.

Seaweed gave me the directions.

Oh, my God! lt's Tracy!

What's your name?

Oh, that's so sweet.

Thank you.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

l got to go. Thank you.

Taxi! Taxi!

Come here! Quick! Quick!

Follow that bus!

-Yeah, this is the place.

-Wow!

This is great!

Look at that!

Never been

to this part of town before.

There they are!

Stop the cab!

Come on, everybody,

gather around

Dig this dance

l'm gonna put down

ls it the watusi?

No, baby

-ls it the twist?

-Uh-uh

Flap your wings

Flap your wings

While the music swings

While the music swings

Get with the beat now

Get with the beat

Ow! You're lookin' real neat

Come on and work it, babe

Work, work, work

Come on and work it now

Work, work, work

Tracy Turnblad!

You're my favorite dancer

on Corny Collins.

l'm L'il lnez, Seaweed's sister.

Well, it's nice to meet you,

L'il lnez.

This is my best friend Penny...

and Link

you probably know from the show.

Wow, you guys really came.

Hey, everybody, this is Tracy...

the baddest white dancer

in town.

And this is Link...

and this is Penny.

No matter what you heard...

we are gonna teach

the white children...

how to do the bird.

Right! Come on. Come on. Watch.

Come on and work it, babe

Work, work, work

Come on and work your body

Work, work, work

Do the swim

Do the swim

Do the flea now

Hey, miss white lady.

Can you spare me a quarter...

so l can buy me a taste?

Somebody, please help me!

Here! Here! Take it all!

Take it! Take it all!

Please, don't hurt me! Please!

Why, thank you.

Thank you kindly.

Help!

Officer!

Yes, ma'am? Can l help you?

Say, man,

let's get together tonight

And play some hide-and-go-seek

l said, let's get together

and play some hide-and-go-seek

Let's go, let's sing

Ooh, the dirty boogie!

Well, l have a lady

who love me, love me

Dig her

for her huggy, huggy, huggy

Move on ahead

lf she ain't a hit,

you better holler, let her know

Are you ready?

l'm a-gettin' ready

Aw, man,

let's holler it this time

l went down the road,

the road was muddy

l stubbed my toe,

my toe was hurtin'

Move on ahead

lf it ain't a hit,

you gotta holler till it go

Two bottles of washing powder,

two bars of soap

lf it ain't a hit,

you better holler till it go

l went down the road,

the road wasn't muddy

l stubbed my toe,

my toe wasn't hurtin'

Bullfrog jumped

to the bottom of the well

He swear by the devil that he--

l'm not gonna say that!

Move on ahead

lf he ain't a hit,

you better holler till he go

Don't anybody come near me!

l'm armed, and

l'm prepared to protect myself!

Oh, God, mother!

l know you were snatched, Penny,

and l've come to save you!

Ooh, papa tuney, we got a loony.

Don't you try any of your voodoo

spells on me, you native woman!

We're just dancing.

Mrs. Pingleton,

stop acting crazy!

These are our friends.

Don't act ignorant,

Tracy Turnblad.

-Come on, Penny.

-Mother!

Come on. Run! Run!

Run for your life!

Don't push, please. Don't push.

Settle down. lt's hot. Please.

lf you'll just stay still,

you won't be so hot...

You're gonna do terrific,

all right?

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

Come on, come on

And do the fly with me

Hey, come on, everybody

And do the fly with me

Well, if you don't know

how to do it

Just watch and see

You got to shake your hands

all around

Like a fly in the sky...

What the hell?

What are they doin' here?

Look what she's wearing.

Hurry up, but watch your step.

-You all together?

-Yeah.

Well, l'm sorry, but preteen day

is a white only show.

Negro day

is the end of the month.

Now, you can come on in

or get out of line, all right?

You mean you're gonna

turn this little girl away?

Look, l don't make the rules,

all right?

Aren't you aware of the supreme

court ruling on segregation?

l just want you to either

come in or don't, all right?

l have a dream.

You heard the man.

You're holding up the line.

Segregation never!

lntegration now!

Cut it out! Knock it off!

Sarge, come here. Come here.

Hold 'em. All right.

Ok, all you little tykes.

We got a real treat

in store for you.

A local group

with a big hit record.

Let's have a warm welcome,

come on, for The Lafayettes.

-Mother.

-Go on.

What are you waitin' for?

Well, life's too short

And you're too sweet

Every day of your life, child

You gotta spend with me

Now let me tell you about Sally

She's really tough

Girl, you're no boss to me

Mr. Collins,

there's some trouble outside.

There's a little black girl

who wants to be on the show.

Well, let her in, for God sakes.

The station management says no.

She's with some agitators.

l'm afraid a demonstration's

in the works.

OK, l'll be there

as soon as l can.

-Stop. Where are you going?

-Wait, l gotta go. Mother!

Tracy, you're a teen helper.

You can't go.

You can't change

the world's problems in one day.

l--l keep a-tellin' you

l said l told you, baby

Two, four, six, eight.

TV's got to integrate!

Tracy, please sit down

and stop this, please.

Hey, you, can l ask you

a personal question?

No, you can't.

-ls your daughter mulatto?

-Why, you!

Look at this!

How dare you call my daughter

a mulatto!

Tracy! Tracy, come back here!

Two, four, six, eight.

TV's got to integrate!

Now, kids, we're gonna get

real lovey-dovey.

l know this is

one of your favorite records...

and it's one of mine, too.

Leslie Gore,

sing your heart out.

Can l have this dance?

Sure.

You don't own me

What difference does it make,

Mr. Hodgepile?

One little black girl?

Who are you--the N.A.A.C.P.?

But it's an easy way

to integrate without trouble.

Absolutely not!

Baltimore is not ready

for integrated dancing!

Who do they think they are?

Please, when l go out with you

Don't put me on display

'Cause you don't own me

Don't try to change me

in any way

Two, four, six, eight.

TV's got to integrate!

Aah! That's the fuzz!

Well, that's it for today, kids.

See you tomorrow at 3:00,

live at Tilted Acres.

l don't tell you what to say

l don't tell you what to do

l wanna tell all you people

l dropped a penny in the well

Hoping you would come back soon

l couldn't believe what l heard

My fortune teller told me

My love with you was doomed

l hope her reading was wrong

l hope she was wrong

'Cause you've been gone too long

Oh, come home

Black Baltimore, your mother

is ready to show her might...

and fight, fight, fight!

All right, now.

After school,

you know where to go--

Tilted Acres, for the show.

Segregation?

All right, now. l want

to introduce you to my main man.

l'm his biggest fan.

All the way from Louisiana...

just to see me,

the big mamma jamma.

Now, l want a ball in this hall,

because he's a real doll.

Talkin' about Toussaint McCall.

l moved your picture

From my wall

And l replaced them

Both large and small

And each new day

Finds me so blue

Nothing

Takes the place of you

And, oh, my darling

l'm so blue

Because nothing

Oh, nothing

Takes the place of you

As

l write this letter

lt's raining

On my window pane

And

l feel the need of you

Because without you

Nothing seems the same

So l'll wait

Until you're home

Again l'll love you

But l'm all alone

And, oh, my darling

Oh, Link. This is so romantic.

l wish...

l wish l was dark-skinned.

Our souls are black...

even though our skin is white.

Oh, Seaweed,

will integration ever come?

Oh, Penny,

my little white lily...

we're outcast from both

societies--black, white.

Our love is taboo.

Oh, go to second. Go to second.

Seaweed, look!

Tracy Turnblad, it's your mommy!

Oh, my God, it's my mother!

-She's gonna kill us!

-l'm gonna die!

Where are they?

Don't run, Tracy! You'll fall!

You have heels on!

You'll fall, honey!

Oh, thank God. Can we please

come in for a little while?

-Open up!

-Please!

Oh, come on. Open up!

Can we come in?

Come on, guys! Come on! Come on!

Like, hi, cats.

Sit down.

You got the fuzz chasin' you?

No, we were--

Wow, you cats are real beatniks.

Just like New York.

Day-o, day-o

Daylight's a-comin',

and he wanna go home

You two checkerboard chicks?

What?

You know, black and white,

salt and pepper.

Well, yes, l'm

a checkerboard chick, l guess.

l'm an integrationist.

We shall overcome someday.

Not with that hair, you won't.

You look like a hairhopper

to me.

l mean,

your hair is really uncool.

How do you get your hair

so straight and so flat?

With an iron, man.

l play my bongos,

listen to Odetta...

and then l iron my hair, dig?

l think

we'd better get going now.

The coast looks clear.

Let's do some reefer.

We'll get high,

and l'll iron the chicks' hair.

Reefer?

Drugs?

Locoweed.

When l'm high, l am Odetta.

Let's get naked and smoke.

Cool.

Don't breathe it in.

You'll be addicted.

Later, sister, later...

Much later.

'"l saw the best minds

of my generation...

""destroyed by madness,

starving, hysterical, naked...

""dragging themselves

through the naked streets...

'"...burning up for the ancient,

heavenly connection...""

-Oh, hi, dad.

-Dad?

Don't ""Hi, dad"" me. The whole

world saw you on the news.

Penny, this is Dr. Frederickson.

He's a psychiatrist, and he's

going to make you all better.

Feeling depressed, Penny?

Want to talk about it?

Think of all the white boys

in school...

and how much

you'd like to date one.

Be a good little girl

and slip this on.

l'm telling you,

shock treatments are the answer.

Come here, Penny.

What are you doing?

Good girl. Good girl.

l love you, Seaweed!

-Shut up!

-Get her in the car!

lt's gonna be all right,

dumpling. Get her, doc, quick!

Prudy,

this is totally unnecessary.

Come on, honey. Time to go home.

You can see Link tomorrow.

Come on.

We've been worried sick

about you.

This neighborhood is

certainly no place for a star.

Now, get in that car

before someone sees you.

Tilted Acres is not fair--

racist people everywhere.

Get out of here!

Go back where you belong!

Well, personally,

l have nothing against them.

lt's merely a matter

of economics.

Tilted acres

will never be integrated.

-Segregation today.

-Segregation tomorrow.

Segregation forever!

One black face gets on camera,

this show's off the air.

The kids don't care

if blacks dance on the show.

Can't you see

this is ripping the city apart?

Motormouth Maybelle is

out there, and she's our friend.

We've done hops together

for years. The kids love her.

Look, The Corny Collins Show

remains white...

Or you're all fired!

Good afternoon, Baltimore...

and welcome

to The Corny Collins Show.

Yes, we are live

from Tilted Acres...

so hop in the car

and bring the whole family out.

Right now

l want to introduce to you...

the top contenders

in the Miss Auto Show contest--

Amber Von Tussle

and Tracy Turnblad.

Now, l understand you're both

going to introduce...

a brand-new dance

on the show today.

Yes, l am, Corny.

lt's called the limbo rock...

and l bet some people

will find it quite difficult.

Here it is--the limbo rock.

Every limbo boppin' girl

All around the limbo world

ls gonna do the limbo rock

All around the limbo clock

Jack be limber, Jack be quick

Jack go under limbo stick

All around the limbo clock

Hey, let's do the limbo rock

Limbo lower now

Good afternoon, Penny.

Feeling better?

Getting in touch

with your anger?

Go, Tracy! Go!

Limbo ankle, limbo knee

Bend back like a limber tree

Jack be limber, Jack be quick

Jack go under limbo stick

All around the limbo clock

Hey, let's do the limbo rock

l watch that tramp,

and l'm embarrassed to be white.

You know, Edna, l've been

readin' about these kids.

Maybe Tracy could be

some sort of campus leader.

Wilbur, it's the times.

They're a-changin'.

Something's blowin' in the wind.

Fetch me my diet pills,

would you, hon?

Get yourself a limbo girl

And then shoot the limbo whirl

Go back to Africa

where you came from !

Your kind's not wanted here!

Well, Baltimore,

you saw it here first.

The limbo rock.

Thank you very much, Amber.

l'm a winner, Corny.

Well, Amber,

you won the dance...

but let's check

the election results...

to see how you're doin'.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have an upset!

For the first time,

Tracy Turnblad...

is number one with a bullet.

What do you have to say

for yourself, Tracy?

lf elected, l plan to represent

all of Baltimore...

and today l'd like to

introduce a brand-new dance...

and dedicate it

to some of my special friends...

who, because

of small-minded people...

can't be here with me today.

My dance is called the waddle.

That girl's got roaches

in her hair.

Roaches?

My little Tracy's a clean teen.

There's no bugs on our baby.

l'm not kidding. l just saw one.

Ha ha!

Amber, you're such a comedienne.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Tracy Turnblad and the waddle.

You all make me sick!

What is going on here?

Look,

we had nothing to do with it.

Seaweed! Come on!

Tracy, just keep dancing.

Move it around here.

What, are you crazy?

Come on! Move out!

That's why

l would like to humbly state--

Daddy! Mommy!

Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!

There's a riot going on!

-A riot?

-A race riot!

-Yo, l'm talkin' to you!

-Look, l have no--

Everybody just stay calm !

Stay calm--

You leave my boyfriend alone,

you witch!

-You scum !

-Stay back! Stay back!

Police brutality!

Negroes.

Black boys.

Police brutality!

Police brutality!

Hey, let her go!

Good evening.

Friday, June 5, 1962.

Racially tense

Tilted Acres amusement park...

long a tradition

of Baltimore fun...

-Penny! How are you?

-What are you doing here?

What happened to your head?

lt happened at Tilted Acres.

-Get me out of here!

-OK.

Come on.

Thanks for coming.

Come on!

Be careful!

Girl, they gonna flip

when they see the new you.

...including Link Larkin.

That's Link Larkin,

my boyfriend!

Ooh! Boyfriend!

...common-law boyfriend

of Miss Turnblad...

was listed in fair condition...

at Union Memorial Hospital

tonight...

recovering from

two fractured kneecaps...

received in one

of many incidents of violence...

that erupted today.

l love you, Tracy.

Tracy Turnblad

is a human roach nest.

ls this

the caliber of teenager...

we want representing Baltimore

at the auto show?

Amber will be so proud of us.

We're going to go down

in the history books...

for this one, Velma.

Tracy's parents had an emotional

appeal for their daughter.

Tracy, honey,

we know you are innocent.

-lt's Miss Edna.

-Has she always been that big?

We joined the N.A.A.C.P.

And we will fight in every way

possible to get you released...

and back in front of the cameras

where you belong.

God! lt's mother!

You've got to hide!

Where?

Under the bed! Under the bed!

lt is time that black and white

take hands...

-Hey, it's motormouth!

-Mom !

We will not stand for racism !

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Now, darling...

aren't you glad

that you were punished...

and under psychiatric care?

You could have been killed

today.

l wish l was at a hootenanny

in Harlem.

-What was that?

-Just the TV.

l heard somebody laugh.

Oh, my God! There are

colored people in my house!

l'm gonna make

a citizen's arrest!

Stop! Stop!

-Paddy, stop them !

-What the--

Come on, Penny!

Penny Pingleton,

l'm calling the cops!

You are no longer my daughter!

You are punished

even after you die!

Corny, it's a real pleasure

to be here today...

in the city of Baltimore

at this wonderful auto show.

Thank you. l have my aide here

with the scissors...

and we're going

to take this opportunity...

to open the show here

in the city of Baltimore.

-There we are.

-Thank you, governor.

Wonderful to see you again.

How are you doing?

Well, how do you do, governor?

So nice meeting you.

You've got some spinach

on your tie.

Hardy har har!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Segregation never!

lntegration now!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Now, just remember...

if Amber loses,

she walks off the set...

and then you throw the bomb.

Who the hell is Tracy Turnblad?

She's

an upper lower-class teenager...

who was arrested

in yesterday's demonstration...

and is currently being held

at Montrose.

She is a hairhopper.

A what?

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Jesus Christ!

More integration pickets.

This is a political hot potato,

and l wasn't even warned!

This came out of nowhere.

We had no idea

of her grass roots support.

You keep

the goddamn cops away...

before this makes

the national news.

Free Tracy Turnblad!

Governor, we must have

some answers right now...

for our vast

television audience.

The voters

are demanding answers...

from right here

at the governor's mansion.

This demonstration's

gonna turn nasty.

We've got to get answers.

Hey, no police. No police.

Good evening, governor.

May l speak with you?

How are you, my dear?

Nice to see you.

What are you doing?

What is this?

What's with the handcuffs?

Hi, honey. l'm--l'm home.

Well, Baltimore,

today's the big day.

We're here live

at the new armory...

for the grand opening

of the 1963 auto show.

And who will be

the dancing princess...

from our council

to be crowned queen?

We'll know right after this.

No cops. No cameras.

We're gonna work this thing out

ourselves, aren't we?

Madame,

you do have the key to these?

We'll talk about the key

after you release Tracy!

Stinky, stinky, stombo.

Tombo, tombo, tombo.

Alla, balla, basso.

Well, the moment of truth has

arrived, ladies and gentlemen.

-You the audience...

-Excuse me.

...has made your decision...

and here to announce the results

we have Mr. Arvin Hodgepile...

president of WZZT studios,

ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you. Thank you.

We have a difficult situation

with the votes tabulation.

The results were quite close.

Technically, the winner

is Miss Tracy Turnblad.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Quiet!

Shut up,

or we're goin' off the air.

Now listen carefully.

Since Miss Turnblad

is in reform school...

the judges

have found her ineligible.

l would like to announce,

on behalf of WZZT...

the winner

of the Miss Auto Show 1963--

Amber Von Tussle!

Let's talk this over!

We can discuss this.

Oh, what!

-Let's talk it over!

-Leave him alone!

l'll call!

Well, Amber, like it or not...

you're officially

Miss Auto Show 1963.

Any words for your opponent...

who many feel

was the more popular winner?

l'd like to lead a dance

and dedicate it to that loser.

Tracy Turnblad,

l hope you're watching...

because this one's for you.

lt's a brand-new dance--

one that l'm sure

you'll know how to do.

lt's called the roach.

Too bad you can't be here

to do it.

l'm the winner!

Leave me alone!

Amber Von Tussle and the roach.

There's a dance

They're callin' the roach

lt's buggin' all the kids

from coast to coast

Well, now, form a big line

-To the floor,

-Ooh, roach, roach

Everybody now, squish

Ooh, squash

Kill that roach

Yes, there's a roach

upon my floor

For Christ's sakes,

pardon Tracy Turnblad!

All right!

Free Tracy Turnblad!

You stomp, step, skip, two,

three, four, five, six, seven

Squish

Ooh, squash

Kill that roach

Hey, hey, hey, hey, now

Squish

Ooh, squash

Kill that roach

Hey, hey, hey, hey, now

Squish

Ooh, squash

Kill that roach

Well, l was takin' a bath

the other night

Checked my hair,

it was lookin' a fright

Well, l went down to the store

To get some hair-on

Squish

Kill that roach

Let me at him

l'm gonna kill him

l got something for you.

Wait. Hold on.

Baltimore, you are seeing

history being made today!

White and black together

for the first time on local TV!

l hate you, Tracy Turnblad!

The Corny Collins Show

is now integrated!

Yes! All right!

Amber,

we're going home right now!

No, mommy! No!

Stop! Get away from me!

Get away!

Come on!

l'm a married man with a family!

Don't hurt me, please!

Thank you. Thank you.

l love you, Baltimore!

l don't know about you,

but l feel like dancing.

l've got the bug.

Everybody's jumpin',

movin' around

Nobody's standing still

or keeping their ground

You can't tell what'll happen

when they pass it around

lt's the bug

You got it, you got it,

you're all on your own

Somehow it seems better

when you do it alone

What are you doing?

Give me that! Ow!

You little...Oh!

Well, come on, baby,

let's do the bug

Come on, baby, and give me a hug

Come on, baby,

my turn's long due

l wanna bug, bug

A hole in my shoe

Real bugs bug me,

no matter what size

Come down! Come down!

ltching powder!

lt's that old bug

Let's dance!