Act 1, Scene 4 Flashcards
(Slumber Party)
Frenchy: Hey, it says here that Fabian is in love with some Swedish movie star and might be gettin’ married.
Jan: Oh, no!
Who cares, as long as they don’t get their hooks into Kookie!
Rizzo: Hey, Frenchy, throw me a ciggie-butt, will ya?
Me too, while ya got the pack out.
Rizzo: Oh, I shoulda told ya, don’t inhale if you’re not used to it.
That’s okay. You’ll get better at it.
Frenchy: Hey, we need some glasses.
Rizzo: Just drink out of the bottle, we ain’t got cooties.
It’s kind of sweet. I think I like Thunderbird better.
Rizzo: Okay, Princess Grace.
I didn’t say I didn’t want any, it just don’t taste very strong, that’s all.
Jan: Hey, I brought some Twinkies, anybody want one?
Twinkies and wine? That’s real class, Jan.
Rizzo: Ring a ding ding…hey no, you gotta chug it, like this! Otherwise you swallow air bubbles and that’s what makes you throw up.
Jan: I never new that.
Sure, Rudy from the Capri Lounge told me the same thing.
Jan: Hey Sandy, you ever wear earrings? I think they’d keep your face from lookin’ so skinny.
Hey! Yeah! I got some big round ones made out of real mink. They’d look great on you.
Frenchy: Wouldja like me to pierce your ears for ya, Sandy? I’m gonna be a beautician, you know.
Jan: Yeah, she’s real good. She did mine for me.
Sandy: Oh, no, my father’d probably kill me.
You still worry about what your old man thinks?
Sandy: Well…no. But isn’t it awfully dangerous?
Rizzo: You ain’t afraid, are ya?
Sandy: Of course not!
Frenchy: Hey, Marty, you got a needle around?
Hey, how about my virgin pin!
Jan: Nice to know it’s good for somethin’.
What’s that crack supposed to mean?
Jan: Forget it, Marty, I was just teasing ya.
Well tease somebody else, it’s my house.
Frenchy: Hey, would ya hold still!
Hey French, why don’t you take Sandy into the John. My old lady will kill me if we got blood all over the rug.
Sandy: Huh?
Frenchy: It only bleeds for a second. Come on.
Jan: Awwww! We miss all the fun!
Frenchy: Hey, Marty, I need some ice to numb her earlobes.
Ahhh…look. Why don’t you just let the cold water run for a little while then stick her ear under the faucet?
Rizzo: That chick’s getting to be a real nerd.
Jan: Ah, lay off, Rizzo.
Yeah, she can’t help it if she ain’t been around.
Frenchy: Nah. I only did one. As soon as she saw the blood, she went bleugh!
Rizzo: God, what a party poop!
Jeez…it’s getting kind of chilly. I think i’ll put my robe on.
Jan: Hey Marty, where’dja’ get that thing.
Oh, you like it? It’s from Japan.
Rizzo: Yeah, everything is made in Japan these days.
No, this guy I know sent it to me.
Frenchy: No kidding!
He’s a marine! And a real doll, too!
Frenchy: Oh, wow! Hey, marty, can he get me one of those things!
Jan: You never told us you knew any marines.
Rizzo: How long you known this guy?
Oh…just a couple of months. I met him on a blind date at the roller rink…and the next thing I know, he joins up. Anyway, right off the bat, he starts sending me things – and then today I got this kimono. Oh yeah, look what else!
Frenchy: You got a picture?
Yeah, but it’s not a good one. He ain’t in uniform….Oh, here it is…next to Paul Anka.
Jan: How come it’s ripped in half?
Oh…his old girlfriend was in the picture.
Jan: What’s this guy’s name, anyway?
Oh, it’s Freddy. Freddy Strulka.
Frenchy: Do you write him a lot, Marty?
Pretty much, everytime I get a present.
