♪ Mama told me not to use it ♪
♪ Hairspray ♪
♪ But if I don't, I'm gonna lose it ♪
♪ Hairspray ♪
- [Edna] Come in.
- Edna! Have you seen Penny?
- Good Lord, Trudy, she's right over there.
- Hi mom.
- Penny Pingleton, you know you were punished!
From now on, you're wearing
a giant P on your blouse every day to school
so that the whole world knows that Penny Pingleton
is permanently, positively punished!
- Eight o'clock!
- Bye, Mrs. Edna!
- Bye, honey.
- [Prudy] Edna!
- I'm in here, Prudy. - What's that racket?
Oh, Tracy.
Edna, is my laundry ready?
- Yeah.
That'll be $3, hon.
- That's pretty pricey for a pair of petty pants.
- Well I'm sorry, Prudy, but some of your personal stains
require pounding with a rock.
- I'm sure I don't know what you mean.
You're letting her listen to that race music again?
My daughter spends every afternoon
at the Stamp and Coin Club.
- Oh, really?
Well your daughter happens--
Oh, what is that, the Wavin' Raven?
It's a little twitchy.
Oh, you wanna play charades, now. All right.
Okay, go ahead.
You.
Penny.
No.
(Edna gasps)
Tracy Turnblad, are you trying to tell me
that Penny didn't get permission
from her mother to be here?
- What?
Penny!
You are banned from this house!
You will never watch that show again!
- Without that show, I have nothing!
- Having nothing builds character!
Toodle-oo, Edna!
- Penny, I'm going to that hop tonight.
- Oh, let me come!
We'll lie and say we're going to the library to study.
- It's a deal.
We'll meet at eight o'clock, up on the avenue.
- Okay, young ladies, I've had just about enough
of this screeching music.
- Mother, we're watching The Corny Collins Show!
- Penny, your mother called all frantic.
She said you were punished.
- I'm always punished.
- And Tracy, I have told you about that hair.
All ratted up like a teenage Jezebel.
- Oh mother, you're so fifties!
- Tracy's flamboyant flip is all the rage, Mrs. Edna.
Jackie Kennedy, our first lady, even rats her hair!
- But Tracy ain't no first lady, are you Tracy?
No, siree. She's a hair hopper, that's what she is.
Now, I've got nothing but hampers of ironing to do,
and my diet pill is wearing off.
Tracy, I want you to go to your room and study.
And Penny, don't you be listening to every bit
of nonsense that my daughter tells you.
If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was mental.
- Okay, bye-bye, Mr. Pinky.
- The Mr. Pinky?
- From Mr. Pinky's Hefty Hideaway!
- A spokesgirl?
Oh, tell me I get a free caftan, tell me!
- Oh, Tracy, I think perks like caftans
have to be negotiated.
Maybe we should get you an agent!
- Okay, you be my agent!
- What?
Tracy Turnblad, has fame gone to your head
and made you wacky?
- Well, why not?
Who's going to look out for me better than my mom?
- Me, an agent?
You see me hobnobbing and drinking rum and cokes
with all those hoi-pollois?
- And out-negotiating them!
- Oh, you're crazy!
Oh, Tracy, I haven't left this house in years.
- Then isn't it time you did?
- Oh no, Tracy.
We'll have your father meet with him.
I don't wanna be seen like this.
- Why not?
- I'll do it after my next diet.
That's when I'll do it.
You see, the neighbors haven't seen me
since I was a size 10.
Don't make me do it, Tracy.
- Ma, it's changing out there!
♪ Dig this dance I'm gonna put down ♪
♪ Is it the Watusi? ♪
♪ No, baby ♪
♪ Is it the Twist? ♪
♪ Uh-Uh ♪
♪ Flap your wings ♪
♪ While the music swings ♪
♪ Get with the beat, now ♪
♪ Get with the beat ♪
♪ Oh, you're looking real neat ♪
♪ Come on and work it, baby ♪
♪ Work, work, work ♪
♪ Come on and work it out ♪
♪ Work, work, work ♪
- Tracy Turnblad!
You're my favorite dancer on Corny Collins!
I'm Lil Inez, Seaweed's sister.
Well, it's nice to meet you, Lil Inez.
This is my best friend Penny,
and Link you probably know from the show.
- Wow, you guys really came.
Hey, everybody, this is Tracy,
the baddest white dancer in town.
And this is Link, and this is Penny.
- No matter what you heard,
we are gonna teach the white children
how to do the bird!
- Right, come on, come on!
(upbeat music)
♪ Come on and work it, baby ♪
♪ Work, work, work ♪
♪ Come on and work it, honey ♪
♪ Work, work, work ♪
♪ Do the swim ♪
♪ Do the flea, now ♪
- [Maybelle] You all hungry for some good fun?
(upbeat swingy music)
♪ Bring on that pecan pie ♪
♪ Pour some sugar on it, sugar ♪
♪ Don't be shy ♪
♪ Scoop me up a mess of that chocolate swirl ♪
♪ Don't be stingy, I'm a growing girl ♪
♪ I make big love with no apologies ♪
♪ How can I deny the world the most of me ♪
♪ I am not afraid to throw my weight around ♪
♪ Pound by pound by pound ♪
♪ Because I'm big, blonde, and beautiful ♪
♪ Face the fact, it's simply irrefutable ♪
♪ No one wants a meal that only offers the least ♪
♪ When girl, we're serving up the whole damn feast ♪
Well, looks like y'all took a step out of bounds.
Now, who've we got here?
Mom, I want you to meet my new friends.
(Crowd yelling)
- Well, personally, I have nothing against them.
It's merely a matter of economics.
But Tilted Acres will never be integrated.
- Segregation today.
- Segregation tomorrow.
- [Both] Segregation forever!
- One black face gets on camera, this show's off the air.
- Can't you see the kids don't care
if blacks dance on the show?
Can't you see this is ripping the city apart?
- Motormouth Maybelle is out there, and she's our friend.
We've done hops together for years.
The kids love her!
- Look, The Corny Collins Show remains white.
- Or you're all fired!
(crowd screaming)
♪ Pretty little girl with the cash to burn ♪
♪ I'm selling something you won't return ♪
♪ Hey little girl, take me off the shelf ♪
♪ 'Cause it's hard having fun playing with yourself ♪
♪ Once you browse through the whole selection ♪
♪ Shake those hips in my direction ♪
♪ A prettier package you never did see ♪
♪ Take me home and then unwrap me ♪
♪ Shop around, but little darlin', I've got to be ♪
♪ The ladies' choice ♪
- Go on, get up there and show 'em!
- [Tracy] It's packed pretty tight.
- Okay, I'll go in front of you and I'll push.
♪ Test drive this American male ♪
- Wait.
♪ It's gonna take cash to fill my tank ♪
♪ So let's crack open your piggy bank ♪
- Hey, Seaweed!
Wanna do Peyton Place for Corny?
- Are you crazy?
You gotta dance with your crowd,
and I gotta dance with mine.
- [Tracy] Why?
- That's just the way it is, Tracy.
- But it's your dance!
- How 'bout you go borrow it for a sec?
♪ She's hip ♪
♪ So cool ♪
♪ I'm gonna get her after school ♪
♪ And yet we'd like to be like her ♪
♪ 'Cause she's the kitten that the cats prefer ♪
♪ The new girl in town has my guy on a string ♪
♪ The new girl in town ♪
♪ Look, she's wearing his ring ♪
♪ I can't stop crying ♪
♪ And so in my own tears I'm gonna drown ♪
♪ Whoa whoa whoa whoa ♪
♪ 'Cause he wants to rendezvous with the new girl ♪
♪ We're kinda sad and blue ♪
♪ Yes, it's true girl ♪
♪ We'd like to say ♪
♪ To the new girl in town ♪
(crowd cheering)
(upbeat music)
(crowd applauding and whistling)
(Velma screaming)
- Wait, hold on!
Baltimore, you are seeing history being made today!
White and black together
for the first time on local TV!
- I hate you, Tracy Turnblad! - The Corny Collins Show
is now integrated!
(crowd cheering loudly)
- Baltimore, you've picked a winner.
And the new Miss Hairspray is:
Inez Stubbs!
(crowd cheering)
How about that?
- Yes!
- Come on over here, Lil Inez!
(crowd cheering)
- That's my baby!
- She's not even a candidate.
- She just got a tidal wave of calls, Velma.
- But this is invalid, this is impossible.
- Well, anyone who dances for it is eligible.
Rule 30, paragraph 5, asterisk down at the bottom.
Okay.
Well, this also makes you the lead dancer
on The Corny Collins Show!
(crowd applauding)
Ladies and gentlemen, The Corny Collins Show
is now and forever officially integrated!
(upbeat music)