Tracy Turnblad: Momma, welcome to the sixties.
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Tracy Turnblad: Oh, Link, I wish I had dark skin.
Link Larkin: Tracy, our souls are black, though our skin is white.
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Edna Turnblad: Could you turn that racket down, I'm trying to iron in here.
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Edna Turnblad: It's the times. They are a-changin'. Something's blowing in the wind. Fetch me my diet pills, would you?
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L'il Inez: Segregation never, integration now.
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Penny Pingleton: I wish I was at a hootenanny in Harlem.
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Penny Pingleton: I'm just a little nervous.
Tammy: This is show business young lady. If you're nervous now, Hah. Wait 'til you're on the air.
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Edna Turnblad: Look at your hair. All ratted up like a teenage Jezebel.
Penny Pingleton: But Miss Edna. Tracy's "flamboyant flip" is all the rage. Even Mrs. Kennedy, our First Lady, rats her hair.
Edna Turnblad: But Tracy's no First Lady is she? No siree. She is a... hairhopper.
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Velma Von Tussle: And you HAD to pick a colored song, didn't you? What's wrong with Connie Francis? Shelley Fabares? I LOVE Shelley Fabares!
Amber Von Tussle: Mother, Shake a Tale Feather has a wild song. It's got a good beat and you can dance to it.
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Beatnik Chick: When I'm high, I AM Odetta. Let's get naked and smoke.
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Velma Von Tussle: Relax. Take it easy. Tension is the worst thing for a complexion.
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Amber Von Tussle: Tracy Turnblad is a human roach nest.
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Amber Von Tussle: Aren't you a little fat for the show?
Tracy Turnblad: I'm sure many of the other home viewers out there are pleasantly plump or chunky.
Amber Von Tussle: Come on. The show's not filmed in Cinemascope.
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Prudence: Penny Pingleton, you know you are punished. From now on your wearing a giant P on your blouse EVERY DAY to school so that the whole world knows that Penny Pingleton is permanently, positively, punished.
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Tracy Turnblad: Mom. You're so fifties.
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Gym Teacher: Special Ed! In the red!
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Tammy: Please wait outside. The council will now meet in secret, debate your personality flaws, and come to a final decision.
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Amber Van Tussle: Do you relate to the music of Leslie Gore?
Nadine: Look, she ain't no James Brown... but I can dance to Lawrence Welk if I have to.
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Geometry Teacher: Tracy Turnblad, once again your ratted hair is preventing another student's geometry education.
Tracy Turnblad: It's feathered, not ratted.
Geometry Teacher: Whatever you call it, it's a hair-don't.
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Velma Von Tussle: Hey you. Can I ask you a personal question?
Edna Turnblad: No, you may not...
Velma Von Tussle: Is your daughter mulatto?
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Tracy Turnblad: How do you get your hair so - so flat?
Beatnik Chick: With an iron, man. I play my bongos, listen to Odetta, and then I iron my hair, dig?
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Wilbur: Tracy, we all have responsibilities in life. You may think owning the Hardy-Har joke shop is all drudgery; unwrapping dribble glasses, checking doggy doo, but I wuv it.
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Mr. Pinky: Fatty, fatty, two-by-four. Can't get through the dressing room door?
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Amber Von Tussle: That girl's got roaches in her hair!
Edna Turnblad: Roaches? Our little Tracy's a clean teen!
Wilbur: There's no bugs on our baby!
Amber Von Tussle: I'm not kidding, I just saw one!
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Motormouth Maybelle: Oh Papa Tooney. We've got a Looney.
Prudence Pingleton: Don't you try to cast one of your voodoo spells on me, native woman.
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Motormouth Maybelle: Tidley papa, I am a whopper... Motormouth Maybelle's my name and sweetheart, dancin' is my game.
[Applause]
Motormouth Maybelle: Motormouth, Motormouth, Motormouth!
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Velma Van Tussle: At least try to act white on television.
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Tracy Turnblad: I'm an integrationist. We shall overcome someday.
Beatnik Chick: Not with that hair, you won't.
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Iggy: Would you swim in an integrated swimming pool?
Tracy Turnblad: I sure would, Iggy. I'm a modern kind of girl, I'm all for integration.
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