Robby: Some people count. Some people don’t.
Baby: I carried a watermelon.
Baby: I am doing this to save your ass, but what I really want to do is drop you on it.
Baby: That was the summer of 1963 when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before Presdient Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought that I’d never find a guy as great as my dad.
Penny: Oh, come on ladies. God wouldn’t have given you maracas if he didn’t want you to shake ’em!
Johnny: You just put your pickle on everybody’s plate, college boy, and leave the hard stuff to me.
Baby: Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, of what I did, of who I am. And most of all, I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.
Baby: Have you had many women?
Lisa: You wouldn’t care if I humped the entire army as long as they were on the right side of the Ho Chi Minh trail.
Johnny: Fight harder, huh? I don’t see you fighting so hard. I don’t see you running up to Daddy telling him I’m your guy.
Baby: There are a lot of things about me that aren’t what you thought. But if you love me, you have to love all the things about me.
Baby: You’re right, Johnny, you can’t win no matter what you do.
Johnny: I’ll never be sorry.
Baby: Neither will I.
Lisa: Baby, I’ll do your hair. It could look pretty if…No. Prettier your way.
Johnny: Sorry about the disruption folks. But I always do the last dance of the season, but this year somebody told me not to. So I’m going to do my kind of dancing with a great partner. Who’s not only a terrific dancer. Somebody who taught me that there are people willing to stick up for other people no matter what it costs them. Somebody who taught me about the kind of person I want to be. Miss Frances Houseman.
Marjorie: Sit down, Jake.
Johnny Castle: Nobody puts Baby in the corner.
Baby: Do you want to dance?