Hairspray

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.

Beatnik Chick:
When I'm high, I AM Odetta. Let's get naked and smoke.

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.

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.

Tracy Turnblad:
I'm an integrationist. We shall overcome someday.

Beatnik Chick:
Not with that hair, you won't.

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?

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.

Amber Von Tussle:
Isn't she 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.

Edna Turnblad:
Could you turn that racket down, I'm trying to iron in here.

Amber Von Tussle:
Tracy Turnblad is a human roach nest.

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?

Edna Turnblad:
It's the times. They are a-changin'. Something's blowing in the wind. Fetch me my diet pills, would you?

Tracy Turnblad:
Momma, welcome to the sixties.

Tracy Turnblad:
Mom. You're so fifties.

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.

Velma Van Tussle:
At least try to act white on television.

Penny Pingleton:
I wish I was at a hootenanny in Harlem.

Motormouth Maybelle:
Tidley papa, I am a whopper... Motormouth Maybelle's my name and sweetheart, dancin' is my game.

Motormouth Maybelle:
Motormouth, Motormouth, Motormouth!

Velma Von Tussle:
Relax. Take it easy. Tension is the worst thing for a complexion.

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.

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.

L'il Inez:
Segregation never, integration now.

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.

Mr. Pinky:
Fatty, fatty, two-by-four. Can't get through the dressing room door?

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!

Gym Teacher:
Special Ed! In the red!