Tracy Turnblad: Mama, welcome to the sixties.
Tracy Turnblad: Oh, Mother you're so fifties.
Tracy Turnblad: Mother, we're watching "The Corny Collins Show."
Edna Turnblad: Penny, your mother called all frantic. She said you are punished.
Penny Pingleton: I'm always punished.
Amber Von Tussle: Aren't you a little fat for the show?
Tracy Turnblad: I'm sure many of the other home viewers out there are pleasantly plump or chunky.
Amber Von Tussle: Come on. The show's not filmed in Cinemascope.
Wilbur: Tracy, we all have responsibilities in life. You may think owning The Hardy Har Joke Shop is all drudgery. Unwrapping dribble glasses, checking doggy doo, but I love it.
Tracy Turnblad: I'm an integrationist. We shall overcome someday.
Beatnik Chick: Not with that hair, you won't.
Tracy Turnblad: Oh, Link I wish I had dark skin.
Link Larkin: Tracy, our souls are black, though our skin is white.
Edna Turnblad: Tracy, I have told you about that hair. All ratted up like a teenage Jezebel.
Penny Pingleton: Tracy's flamboyant flip is all the rage, Ms. Edna. Jackie Kennedy, our First Lady, even rats her hair.
Edna Turnblad: But Tracy ain't no First Lady. Are your Tracy? No siree. She's a hair hopper, that's what she is.
Edna Turnblad: Could you turn that racket down? I'm trying to iron in here.
Tracy Turnblad: How do you get your hair so straight and so flat?
Beatnik Chick: With an iron, man. I play my bongos, listen to Odetta, and then I iron my hair. Dig?
Prudence: Penny Pingleton, you know you are 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.
Penny Pingleton: I wish I was at a hootenanny in Harlem.
Beatnik Chick: When I'm high I am Odetta. Let's get naked and smoke.
Amber Von Tussle: That girl's got roaches in her hair.
Edna Turnblad: Roaches? Our little Tracy's a clean teen.
Wilbur: There's no bugs on our baby.
Amber Von Tussle: I'm not kidding. I just saw one.