Category: Grease

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?
Marty: Marty.
Vince: Marty what?
Marty: Maraschino. You know, as in cherry.

Marty: What’s with you tonight?
Rizzo: I feel like a defective typewriter.
Marty: Huh?
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.