Grease 2 | Michael | Stephanie | First kiss | Bowling alley

Grease 2 | Michael | Stephanie | First kiss | Bowling alley


You won’t find me ’til the clock strikes three I’m gonna be there ’til then I gotta go back, back ..Back to school again Whoa, whoa, l gotta go back to school.. again. She’s late again. Personally, I think that being late
demonstrates terrible leadership qualities. – Well, I’m not waiting anymore. – Here she is. – Well.. We’re gonna be late. Let’s go. “Always be courteous when asking for a game. “Hi, want a game? “Howdy, fellas, let’s bowl some balls.” “Bowling, anyone?” – Another well-deserved victory. – Yeah, but where’s the trophy? Right here, Johnny. Oh, kissies. That’s for best average. Now what about for best score? – God! – Touchy! – What about the trophy for best score? – I ain’t no one’s trophy. She ain’t no one’s trophy! So that’s how it’s gonna be now, Miss lndependent? Yeah, independent. I kiss who l want, when l want.
Oh, Yeah? – Yeah! I could kiss the next guy who
walks through that door, if I want. – Yeah? – Yeah. Be my guest. Let’s eat. – I vote for pizza. – You vote for bed. It’s past ten o’clock, and.. ..why don’t you just go home
and leave me alone! – Bed stinks. Hi. Is it too late to join the game? – You want something? – Food. – Food. – Food. – Food. – Life stinks. – Are you talking to me? 🙂 – Yeah, you’ll do. – Great. The name’s Michael. Michael Carrington. The name’s Dolores. Dolores Rebchuck. Some jerks call me Woodchuck or
Upchuck, but l prefer Dolores, got it? – Got it. They think they’re so cool
just ’cause they got wheels. – Dolores, go home. – Looks like we don’t make the grade. Pff, with them it’s all these weird codes
and rules and pledges about cycles. You gotta be a biker or a biker’s old lady. But, without a cycle, forget it. – Pisses me off. – We’re both in the same boat. I sure can’t afford a cycle without a job. Yeah, but me.. I’m willing to negotiate. I offered to be a Pink Lady mascot. It ain’t the coolest job, but it’s a start. Think they’d listen? Forget it. Pisses me off. Well, it’s pretty late. I think I’d better walk you home. Oh, I don’t need a babysitter, OK? Why not think of it as a date, OK? Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Come on. You know, when l’m in 12th grade,
I know l’ll be head of the Pink Ladies. My Pink Ladies will rule the school. They’ll be the best. We’ll have the best-looking jackets.