Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cry, go on, cry

And where did you learn those vulgar jazz words?

Call these Drapettes bold,

And you made me cry

You okay? I didn't get no axle grease on you, did I?

But he knows better. Jesus is still in his heart.

Now, you put the "T" in "tough."

But I'm guilty till I'm 21

It's where I live. Beautiful, ain't it?

We'll get married and live in suburbia.

You're rehabilitated now.

Teardrops are falling

Break the window.

I used to have a woman said she loved me so

They beat me & kicked me all because I love you

We're high school hellcats

Want to see these gunboats? I give, Cry-Baby.

who at least will give them Christian names.

Never let me go

His kiss could send me to heaven

breeding, bounty!

I'd kick a Square's ass for you in a minute, Mrs. Rickettes.

How does it feel to be a juvenile delinquent?

Do we have a surprise for you. Don't we, Meg?

Now, Pepper's pregnant. But she can fight like a man.

But, Cry-Baby, who is that girl?

Don't touch my children.

And lots of wavy hair like Liberace

Friends of the devil But twice as mean

You're a dead man, Walker.

Give your heart some time to think.

to fellow gang member and known hussy,

The only one I ever had.

She's the queen

And now, the baddest baby of them all,

Get back to your room.

Now don't forget to say your prayers.

I get tuberculosis

I've never given a French kiss before.

Let me out of here. Help.

No, Allison. Just try it. If you don't like it, I promise I'll stop.

This is a jailbreak!

You guys wanna do business with Ramona Rickettes or would you rather shop at Sears?

Well, what about him?

You know that Cry-Baby is an orphan.

Let me go Let me go

I'm sorry about this afternoon, Mrs. Vernon-Williams.

I want you. I need you. I love you, too, Allison.

He lied to me, Grandmother.