Marty: What’s with you tonight?
Rizzo: I feel like a defective typewriter.
Rizzo: I skipped a period.
Marty: Think you’re P.G.?
Principal McGee: If you can’t be an athlete, be an athletic supporter.
Sandy: Oh Danny, is this the end?
Danny: No Sandy. It’s only the beginning.
Danny: Oh that’s cool baby. You know how it is, rockin’ an’ rollin’ an’ what not.
Sonny: When a guy picks a chick over his buddies, somethin’ gotta be wrong!
Cha Cha: They call me Cha Cha because I’m the best dancer at St. Bernadette’s.
Frenchy: With the worst reputation.
Sandy: Are you making fun of me, Riz?
Rizzo: Some people are so touchy.
Rizzo: Peachy keen, Jellybean.
Frenchy: Men are rats. Listen to me, they’re fleas on rats. Worse than that, they’re amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they’re too low for even the dogs to bite. The only man a girl can depend on is her daddy.
Sandy: Tell me about it, stud.
Marty: Do you know what you’re doing?
Rizzo: What we’re doing. Come on.
Zuko: Oh bite the weenie, Rizz.
Rizzo: With relish.
Rizzo: I got so many hickeys people’ll think I’m a leper.
Kenickie: Hey, cheer up! A hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card. Where you care enough to send your very best.
Rizzo: Where are you goin’? To flog your log?
Danny: Much better then hanging around here with you dorks.
Vince: Hi, I’m Vince Fontaine, I’m judging the dance contest.
Marty: I don’t think I’m entered.
Vince: A knockout like you? What’s your name?
Vince: Marty what?
Marty: Maraschino. You know, as in cherry.
Danny: You can’t just walk out of a drive-in.