Hairspray: Link Larkin's Lines
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Velma: ...the white direction. I mean...you know what I mean.
Amber, I've got something for you. I figured, since we've been going together sort of...steadily...maybe we should make it official.
Spritzer: Ultra Clutch is happy to bring you fine youngsters to national attention.
Our big break!
Tracy: So near, and yet so gorgeous.
I know, those girls were all over me. I don't know how Rock Hudson stands it.
...Rock Hudson...(bumps into Tracy)
Excuse me, little darlin, I hope I didn't dent your do.
Corny: He's in the back seat. (Students): Boink, Boink.
Hey, little darlin. Haven't we met somewhere?
Corny: Hommina, hommina, hommina, hit it!
And away we go!
Seaweed: Hey, hey, hey! Check her out everybody!
That girl's as free as the wind.
Amber: Link Larkin, how could you kiss that bee-hives buffalo right on the...air?
That didn't mean anything, Amber. It was just a cool way to end the song.
Fender: Snicker snicker sneer sneer.
That ain't cool, Fender. Knock it off. Try to act like a grown up.
Amber: You finally found a title you could win: Miss Special Ed!
Knock it off, Amber.
Gym Teacher: Yeah, go for his nuts!
Everybody take it easy. This isn't World War Three.
Amber: Poor Tracy. So tragic I forgot to cry. Are you coming Link?
Amber, that wasn't necessary.
Amber: I said; Are you coming, Link?
In a minute.
Penny: I'll go with you.
Tracy? Tracy, how you doin? Gee, you're beautiful when you're unconscious.
I can hear the bells
Tracy: Where am I? Link?
You better? For a second there it looked like "Teen Angel" time.
Tracy: Wherever I am, nobody change the channel.
You've got a funny way of putting things. I like that.
Tracy: Oh, Link, this is my friend Seaweed.
How you doin?
Tracy: I've never been to North Avenue before.
Would it be safe up there for, you know, us?
Tracy: What do you think, Link?
I think getting to know you is the beginning of a whole lot of adventure.
Motormouth: There's platters of tunes and food in the table. What else would you expect from...
Ms. Motormouth Maybelle!
Motormouth: The ever-sparkin, Sir Link Larkin!
Always nice to see you Ms. Motormouth.
Seaweed: Enough talk. We came to dance. Let's play some hide and seek!
The dirty boogie!
Amber: Aiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Link! What are you doing in this huge crowd of minorities?
Trying to fit in. What are you doing?
Amber: ...I saw you getting on the North Avenue bus and I followed you here in my new car.
We're having a blast. Come, jump in.
Amber: Let's go, Link.
Amber, you're being rude to these people.
Amber: Link. Come! Link! Come!!!
Seaweed: You saying you and Link would be willing to dance with us on Negro Day? That would be earth shaking!
Tracy: No. We're not going to dance on Negro Day.
Wilbur: and give correct change.
Tracy, you can't do this. You're new to the council. You'll be blackballed and thrown off the show for sure.
Tracy: That's why we're all gonna do it together.
You don't think segregation is wrong?
I like these people. But whether or not they're on TV won't get me a recording contract...That came out wrong. I've been singing and dancing and smiling on that show for three years waiting for it to lead to my break. You've got everything; brains, talent, personality. Me? I've got one chance to get seen nationwide. Tracy, Saturday night is everything I've worked for. I'm not gonna throw it away. C'mon, I'm leaving and you gotta go too.
Tracy: It's what's right. Link stay. Please.
Tracy: But you and me together...I was just starting to think...
Sure. Me too. But I don't know. It's getting too complicated. And there's still Amber. See ya, little darlin.
Edna: We're here to stay!
Tracy, this was beautiful!
(Start scene after Timeless to Me)
Tracy? Where are you? It's me. Link Larkin. From the show.
Tracy: Link! Over here!
Shhh! The guard's asleep. Gee, you look beautiful behind bars.
Tracy: It must be the low watt institutional lighting. Link, what are you doing here?
Oh, Tracy, seeing you dragged off to jail brought me back to my senses. I thought I'd lose it when I thought I lost you. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sing. I couldn't even concentrate.
Tracy: You couldn't eat?
No. So I went down to tell Mrs. Von Tussle I was through with the Miss Hairspray Broadcast.
Tracy: You did? (Through with Broadcast)
I didn't. When I got to the station I overheard Mrs. Von Tussle talking to Spritzer. Tracy, it's Amber the talent scouts are coming to see. It had nothing to do with me. All this time I thought Amber and I were a team. She and her mother were just using me to make her look popular. I feel like such an idiot.
Tracy: That makes two of us.
I know a palooka like me isn't worthy of a ground breaking extremist like you, but...it's a little scuffed from Amber throwing it in my face when I told her I'd rather be with you.
Tracy: You did? (Dump Amber)
I did. So, would you consider wearing my ring?
Tracy: Would I? Would I?
To lose there were to lose myself. Some kid named Milton wrote that in the third floor boys room.
Tracy: But you know what I've been missing, Link?
I think I do...Trace, they can keep us from Kissinger but they can't stop us from singing.
Tracy: I think we can make an EZ Bake Oven kind of blowtorch!
Well I've got a Zippo lighter! And uh...I've got some hairspray too.
Tracy: Link, what a special night! Your ring! And our very own blowtorch!
Little Inez: No she won't. She'll kill him!
Hey, Miz Motormouth. We broke Tracy out of jail.
Little Inez: Say what?
Tracy: And Link, you could go to prison for what you did tonight.
Just first base in the back of the cab. I swear.
Tracy: I have my heart set on something a lot more important.
Would that happen to be...me?
Spritzer: And America would like to hear you two kids sing our new theme song. I think I can get you a recording contract.
My big break!
Corny: Live television. There's nothing like it.
This may not be the right moment since we're on national TV and all, but, Tracy, if I don't kiss you now I may just bust a gut.