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Mrs Woodward

Wanda, honey, want some Ovaltine?

Inga

Ja. Ja, ja.

Wanda

Yeah, I’m just a bebop baby. And I don’t take nothing from no one. See you later daddy-o’s. Have a cool Yule and a frantic First.

Toe-Joe

Hey, you going my way?

Wanda

Oh, it’s you. You ever hear of something called a theme park?

Toe-Joe

Yeah, there’s a big opening over there today.

Wanda

Well, that’s where I’m going, stallion.

Toe-Joe

Well, hop on in.

Dupree

Hold on, homeboy. Almost done. I know it hurts, but being this cool’s always a pain.

Cry-Baby

Ah, the pain ain’t nothing, Dupree. I’ve been hurt all my life, but real tears wash away. Ow! This one’s for Allison and I
want it to last forever.

Dupree

Oh. There you go. It’s a beauty. You never have to cry again.

Warder

I heard talking in here. What’s that on your face, blubber-boy?

Cry-Baby

Are you blind? It’s a lonely teardrop.

Warder

Now ain’t that cute? It ought to go real good with your new haircut.

Cry-Baby

I ain’t getting no haircut.

Warder

You want to bet? You’re next, sniffle-snot.

Dupree

Cry-Baby, look! It’s your only chance, man.

Cry-Baby

Nobody’s gonna turn me Square, Dupree. I want my girl… I want my family, and I want my gang. Thanks for the tattoo.

Milton

Come on, gorgeous.

Hatchet-Face

Look. Is that the prison? Move over, Milton. Let me try. Geronimo!

Inmate 1

Look at that!

Inmate 2

What do we have here?

Inmate 3

Who is that?

Hatchet-Face

This is a jailbreak!

Cry-Baby

Milton! Hatchet!

Hatchet-Face

Cry-Baby, where are you? Cry-Baby!

Inmate 4

He’s in the library!

Inmate 5

No, no, he’s in the cafeteria!

Inmate 6

No, man, he’s in the hole!

Inmate 7

No, this way, he’s in the movies!

Inmate 8

That way!

Hatchet-Face

Cry-Baby!

Woman in Film

Hurry, David.

Man in Film

I’ve almost got it.

Inmate 9

Hurry up.

Inmate 10

Come on.

Cry-Baby

Whoa! What’s down here? What, this way? Oh… thanks pal.

Mrs Tadlock

Just come right this way. Now, er, this is, er, Sheila. She’s Caucasian, but that’s about all I can recommend. Bad table manners.

Ramona

Ah, we were thinking of two children, actually.

Pepper

About six of seven years old.

Belvedere

With some spunk.

Mrs Tadlock

Well, what about him? Little Joey, mother’s little helper. He not only vacuums, he does windows. Irons.

Ramona

Yes.

Pepper

Here, these are the ones we want.

Belvedere

A double-header.

Ramona

Oh, they’re adorable. We’ll take them.

Mrs Tadlock

Ah, now, that’s a thing with two heads, absolutely not. Siamese twins are a financial burden. Sewing all those old school
clothes together. You’re nor psychologically equipped.

Pepper

Mrs Tadlock, these are my children, and I’m taking ’em with me.

Ramona

That’s right, sister.

Mrs Tadlock

You! Let me out of here! Help!

Pepper

Good going. Good going.

Ramona

That was great.

Pepper

I’m so proud of you.

Ramona

Come on, we got to get to the Enchanted Forest. Turn left.

Belvedere

No, turn right.

Allison, Baldwin & Whiffles(singing)

Mister Sandman…

Baldwin(singing)

Yes…

Allison(singing)

Bring me a dream…

Allison, Baldwin & Whiffles(singing)

I am the cutest that she’s ever seen. Give her the word that I’m not a rover. Then tell her that her lonesome nights are over…

Mrs Vernon Williams

What?

Ramona

Ssh.

Allison(singing)

Mister Sandman, I’m so alone. Don’t have nobody to call my own. Please turn on your magic beam…

Baldwin & Whiffles(singing)

Mister Sandman, bring her a dream…

Allison, Baldwin & Whiffles(singing)

Mister Sandman, bring us a dream. Give him a pair of eyes with that come-hither gleam. Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci.
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace. Mister Sandman, someone to hold. Would be so peachy before we’re too old. So please turn
on your magic beam. Mister Sandman, bring us. Please, please, please. Mister Sandman, bring us a dream.

Allison

Aargh!

Ramona

Yeah!

Baldwin & Whiffles

Drapes!

Milton

Allison Vernon Williams, the decision is yours.

Belvedere

You sand with the Squares. Now sing with the Drapes.

Mrs Vernon Williams

Yeah!

Hatchet-Face

Cry-Baby needs you.

Baldwin

We’ll get married and live in suburbia. I love you, Allison.

Allison

I don’t want to hurt you, Baldwin.

Lenora

I had my baby. Isn’t he cute? I’m a Square now. Wave to Allison.

Mrs Vernon Williams

You may be a Square, Lenora, but you’re still a tramp. Allison, pick the man who loves you the most.

Allison(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, won’t you let my man go free? Please, Mr Jailer, won’t you let my man go free? He don’t belong in prison,
though he’s as guilty as can be. But the only crime he’s guilty of, is simply loving me. Please, Mr Jailer, won’t you let my man go free?

Allison & Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer…

Allison(singing)

Won’t you let my man go free? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Allison & Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, won’t you let this jailbird free?

Allison(singing)

Just look into his eyes. Open up that door. Just listen to his guitar, you’ll know the score.

Cry-Baby(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, let an honest man go free.

Allison(singing)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, don’t you make no lifer out of me.

Inmates(singing)

I’m innocent, I swear it. Let my woman testify. She’ll tell you where I was that night.

Allison & Inmates(singing)

Yeah, I’m his alibi.

Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer…

Allison(singing)

Won’t you let my man go free?

Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing)

Well, I’m tired of pressing licence plates, down in this rotten hole. I gotta reach the outside before I lose control.

Cry-Baby(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, don’t you make no lifer out of me.

Allison(singing)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tannoy

Walker, Wade Walker, you have a visitor.

Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, let me out of this penitentiary.

Inmate(singing)

Let me out.

Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, don’t you make no lifer out of me. Please, Mr Jailer…

Allison(singing)

Won’t you let my baby go free? Oh-oh, Whoa-oh. Let my man go free.

Cry-Baby(singing)

Whoa-oh. Don’t make no lifer out of me.

Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, can’t you see how much love she’s got for me?

Allison(singing)

Well, let him go, let him go. Let him go. Let my man go free.

Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer…

Cry-Baby(singing)

Well, let me out.

Cry-Baby & Inmates(singing)

Please, Mr Jailer, don’t make me shout. Please, Mr Jailer…

Cry-Baby(singing)

Well, let me out.

Baldwin

Criminal!

Judge

Cry-Baby Walker, society has given you a second chance. You’re rehabilitated now. Here is three dollars and fifty cents.
And a pair of clean underwear.

Lenora, Baldwin & Whiffles

Boo! Boo! Boo!

Baldwin

You think you’re a big man, Cry-Baby. But you’re lower than your dead father. And guess who pulled the switch on that jerk?
My grand-pappy, that’s who. And every Christmas since, my whole family gathers together and he re-tells the story of the day he
electrocuted your daddy… and we just laugh.

Hatchet-Face

Let me punch his ugly face.

Cry-Baby

It’s okay, Hatchet. You’re beautiful, baby. But I’ll take care of this maggot. Do you know how to play the automobile game called “chicken”?

Baldwin

Sure, my can and your jalopy. We head toward one another at full speed. First to turn the wheel before we smash is a chicken.

Judge

Is that legal?

Mrs Vernon Williams

Stop this insanity.

Cry-Baby

I got some new rules, sucker. How ’bout you and me on top of the car?

Baldwin

I’m man enough, you big cry-baby.

Cry-Baby

That’s Mr Baby to you. Fellows of the press, this chicken race tonight is for my daddy. And I’d like to sing something in his
memory, something… hillbilly. Something coloured. Something my daddy would have loved.

Cry-Baby(singing)

You call us hoods, and say we’ve gone mad. ‘Cos we feel so good when we’re being bad. We’re high school hellcats.

Drapes(singing)

On our own.

Cry-Baby(singing)

High school hellcats.

Drapes(singing)

Almost grown.

Cry-Baby(singing)

Come on and pick a fight, I wish you would. We love being bad.

Drapes(singing)

‘Cos it sure feels good.

Cry-Baby(singing)

Wow!

Mrs Vernon Williams

Baldwin, please. Be a gentleman and call off this race, it’s too dangerous.

Baldwin

Mrs Vernon Williams, you were born a Square and you’re gonna die a Square. You’re coming with me.

Whiffle

Come on!

Mrs Vernon Williams

No!

Whiffle

Come on!

Mrs Vernon Williams

No!

Allison(singing)

Yeah. Stand back, look out. We’re renegade teens. Friends of the devil. But twice as mean. We’re looking for kicks.
We want them now. We’re gonna get them.

Drapes(singing)

And we don’t care how.

Allison(singing)

We’re high school hellcats.

Drapes(singing)

On our own.

Allison(singing)

High school hellcats.

Drapes(singing)

Almost grown.

Cry-Baby(singing)

Come on, pick a fight. We wish you would. We love being bad.

Drapes(singing)

‘Cos it sure feels good.

Cry-Baby(singing)

Come on! Come on! Come on! Who-oo! Well, you lock us up in your schools. We weren’t born to live by rules…

Mrs Vernon Williams

Get down from there this minute.

Baldwin

Sit down, you traitor.

Cry-Baby(singing)

When you say stop, I say go, cat, go. We’re high school hellcats.

Drapes(singing)

On our own.

Cry-Baby(singing)

High school hellcats.

Baldwin

Cry-Baby!

Drapes(singing)

On our own…

Mrs Vernon Williams

What are you doing?

Cry-Baby(singing)

.Wish you would. We love being bad.

Pepper(singing)

‘Cos it feels so good.

Pepper

Uh-uh. Yes.

Cry-Baby(singing)

USA, the land of the free. We should be what we want to be. But everyone says we should be like them.

Cry-Baby & Allison(singing)

But we’re high school hellcats and we never fit in.

Cry-Baby(singing)

We’re high school hellcats…

Mrs Vernon Williams

Allison, Help! Help me!

Cry-Baby(singing)

Come on and pick a fight, we wish you would. We love being bad.

Drapes(singing)

‘Cos it sure feels good.

Cry-Baby(singing)

We’re high school hellcats. We’re high school hellcats. Come on a pick a fight, we wish you would. We love being bad,
‘cos it sure feels good. We love being bad, ‘cos it sure feels good.

Baldwin

Turn the wheel!

Cry-Baby(singing)

‘Cos it sure feels good.

Baldwin

Chicken!

Cry-Baby

Yeah!