Grease The Musical Script Free

Grease (full script) by Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey. Full Length, Musical / Characters: 9m, 8f. Here is Rydell High’s senior class of 1959: duck-tailed, hot-rodding “Burger Palace Boys” and their gum-snapping, hip-shaking “Pink Ladies” in bobby sox and pedal pushers, evoking the look and sound of the 1950s in this rollicking musical. The most comprehensive collection of Broadway Musical Scripts! Broadway Musical Scripts.

The Characters: Danny: The coolest kid in school, Danny is a founding member of the T-Birds. His aims in life are looking good, being surrounded by pretty girls and, above all, being cool. Sandy: New in town, she is a good girl (like Doris Day) but is desperate to fit in with the crowd and find someone to love. Kenickie: Danny’s best friend and leader of the T-Birds, he lives for his car.

# Love

# Is a many splendoured thing

I'm going back to Australia,

I won't see you again.

Don't talk that way, Sandy.

But it's true.

I've had the best summer of my life.

Now I have to go away. It isn't fair.

- Danny, don't spoil it.

- Sandy, it's only making it better.

Danny, is this the end?

Of course not.

It's only the beginning.

This is the main brain,

Vince Fontaine,

beginning your day the only way.

Music, music.

Get out of bed, first day of school.

Don't be a slob, don't get a job,

go back to class, you can pass.

To start the day off nice and fine,

here's a new old favourite of mine.

# I solve my problems

and I see the light

# We got a lovin' thing

# We got to feed it right

# There ain't no danger

we can go too far

# We start believin' now

# That we can be who we are

# Grease is the word

# They think our love

is just a growin' pain

# Why don't they understand?

# It's just a cryin' shame

# Their lips are lying,

only real is real

# We stop the fightright now

# We got to be what we feel

# Grease is the word

# Is the word,

is the word that you've heard

# It's got groove, it's got meaning

# Grease is the time,

is the place, is the motion

# Grease is the way we are feelin'

# We take the pressure

and we throw away

# Conventionality

# Belongs to yesterday

# There is a chance

that we can make it so far

# We start believin' now

# That we can be who we are

# Grease is the word

# Is the word,

is the word that you've heard

# It's got groove, it's got meaning

# Grease is the time,

is the place, is the motion

# Now grease is the way

we are feelin'

# This is a life of illusion

# Wrapped up in troubles

# Laced in confusion

# What are we doing here?

# We take the pressure

and we throw away

# Conventionality

# Belongs to yesterday

# There is a chance

that we can make it so far

# We start believin' now

# That we can be who we are

# Grease is the word

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# Is the word,

is the word that you've heard

# It's got groove, it's got meaning

# Grease is the time,

is the place, is the motion

# Grease is the way we are feelin'

# Grease is the word,

is the word that you've heard

# It's got groove, it's got meaning

# Grease is the time,

is the place, is the motion

# Grease is the way we are feelin'

# Grease is the word,

is the word, is the word

- You don't eat this, you bury it.

- That's a home-made lunch.

Your old lady drag her carcass

out of bed for you?

- She does it first day of school.

- Big deal.

- Kenickie. Over here.

- Where you at?

We're right here.

- Where were you all summer?

- Are you my mother?

- Just askin'.

- Working. More than you can say.

- Working?

- Yes, luggingboxes at Bargain City.

- Nice job.

- Eat me.

I'm saving up to get me some wheels.

- Wanna hear what I did?

- No.

Hey, there's Danny.

Danny! Danny!

You seen any new broads there?

Nah, same old chicks,

everybody's made them.

So what'd you do all summer?

I was hangingaround at the beach.

You know.

It's tough with all those chicks

hanging around you.

The only thing

that hangsaround you are the flies.

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at the beach, man?

Whew. It was flipping.

Yeah? Crazy?

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I did meet this one chick.

She was sorta cool.

You mean she puts out?

Come on, Sonny,

is that all you think about?

- Freakin' A.

- (bell)

Hey, guys, wait up.

- Do I look OK, Frenchy?

- Sure, you look good.

- I'm really nervous.

- You look terrific.

- So, this is Rydell?

- Yep. You'll love it.

I loved the last school I was at.

I wish I was thereright now.

Still, I'm no stranger to heartbreak.

Sonny:
Jeez! Every teacher I got this flunked me at least once!

Doody:
If you don't watch it, you're going to be spending all you time in mcgee's office.

Sonny:
Yeah? well, this year she's going to wish she's never seen me.

Doody:
Oh yeah? And what are you going to do?

Sonny:
I just ain't going to take any of her crap. That's all. I don't take no crap off nobody.

Principal McGee:
Sonny?

Sonny:
Hello Ma'am.

Principal McGee:
Aren't you supposed to be in homeroom right now?

Sonny:
I was just going for a walk.

Principal McGee:
you were just dawdling, weren't you?

Sonny:
Yes Ma'am.

Principal McGee:
That is no way to start a new semester, Mr. Latierre.

Sonny:
(Speaks in italian).

Principal McGee:
Perhaps a session of banging erasers after school would put you on the right track?

Sonny:
Yes Ma'am.

Principal McGee:
Are you just going to stand there all day?

Sonny:
No Ma'am. I mean, Yes Ma'am. I mean.

Principal McGee:
Well which is it? Yes or No?

Sonny:
No Ma'am.

Principal McGee:
Good. Then Move! [walks away]

Sonny:
Yes, ma'am.

Danny:
I'm sure glad you didn't take any of her crap, Sonny. You would have really told her off, huh?

Doody:
[in falsetto] Mr. Latierre. Yes, Ma'am, No Ma'am.

Sonny:
Hey Eugene! How you doing?

Eugene:
Hi Fellas!

Doody:
Did you have a nice summer? Shake, buddy. [buzzes eugene]

Eugene:
Ow!

Doody:
Hey, what's wrong? You're wearing glasses. [putzie messes with eugene's bow-tie]

Eugene:
I got astigmatism.

Doody:
Aw, too bad.

Kenickie:
Come on! Let's go!

Putzie:
Sorry, Eugene. [T-Birds go upstairs]

Sonny:
Hey, Eugene, I'll get that. [picks up bow-tie hands it to eugene] There you go, Eugene.

Eugene:
Thanks, Sonny.

Sonny:
See you, Fruit boots. [goes upstairs]

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