Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, fatso, let's see what you're made of.
Prudy, this is totally unnecessary.
(TIRES SCREECH)
Look, she ain't no James Brown...
Black Baltimore, your mother is ready to show her might...
- Practice makes perfect. AMBER: Ugh.
Well, Amber, like it or not, you're officially Miss Auto Show 1963.
- Flap your wings - Flap your wings
There. It's gone.
Tracy!
So why didn't you ask me, baby?
Our souls are black, even though our skin is white.
CORNY: The moment of truth has arrived, ladies and gentlemen.
So get with it Don't quit it
Okay, first question?
That will be all, Miss Turnblad.
Squish, squash Kill that roach
Do you remember when Things were really hummin'?
- You, the audience, made your decision. - Excuse me.
Tracy's not home yet.
Your ratted hair is preventing yet another student's geometry education.
- And you? - Dee Dee.
(GIGGLING)
Now haw Yeah, oh, baby
Stop! Stop!
I, I keep a-tellin' you
Tracy has to work one extra day for free.
(ALL CHEERING)
and at the same time frustrated by the lack of sizes in stores today.
- I love Shelley Fabares. - Oh.
Something's blowing in the wind.
It ain't right to be dancing on TV to that colored music.
I closed up shop for this?
Look, it's special ed.
and is currently being held at Montrose.
Good girl. Good girl.
PENNY: Afternoon, Miss Edna.
Who are you, the NAACP?
Mm, come on, baby And give me a hug
EDNA: Tracy. Tracy Turnblad, It's your mommy.
You look gorgeous, Bertha. Simply exquisite.
What are you doing? What is this? What's with the handcuffs?
I stubbed my toe My toe was hurting
(THE TWO DU-TONES' "THE BIRD" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
Come on. Run. Run.
어떤 운동일까요? 좋아
Continental, continental
MAN (ON TV): ...the on-location shooting of the TV dance...
So I'll wait
I couldn't believe what I heard
No moping.
CORNY: And here to announce the results we have Mr. Arvin Hodgepile...
MAN: Ooh, the dirty boogie.
- Come on and work it, honey - Work, work, work
and fight, fight, fight.
Penny.Penny.
(DOOR OPENS)
Okay, young ladies. I've had just about enough of this screeching music.
Leave me alone, Mother. I have a pimple.
(PRUDENCE SCREAMS)
You're gonna look real fine
It's a brand-new dance, one that I'm sure you'll know how to do.
It's got a good beat and you can dance to it.
All right, here's I. Q. Jones and Lou Ann Levorowski...
Police brutality. Police brutality.
And what's your favorite record from the survey?
Too bad you can't be here to do it.
Go, Tracy, go!
(TRACY PANTS)
It's Tracy.
PENNY: Miss Edna!
Oh, my God! There are colored people in my house!
(GENE PITNEY'S "TOWN WITHOUT PITY" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
You'll lose a good thing
There's no bugs on our baby.
What's with dancin' Without romancin'?
- What was that? - Ah, just the TV.
Come on let's try mashed potatoes too
You know, black and white, salt and pepper.
(WHISPERS) Eight o'clock.
(SCREAMING)
Tracy Turnblad is a whore.
- I'm an integrationist. - Yeah.
(EDNA CHUCKLES)
Let's warm it up. And one and two...