Gas Pump Girls

Well, hello there.

This is your old cousin Brucie here.

Hey, it's graduation day today at Hometown High.

No more school.

Yeah, wow!

All that free time in the bright sunny sunshine.

Ready for the three R's?

Rest, relaxation

and racing your girlfriend around the room.

Wee!

I just get tired thinking about it.

Come September, off to college

and kiss your sweetheart goodbye.

Gee, I know I'm gonna miss you.

Sob sob.

Enough of that.

So tell me, what are you gonna do this summer?

Lie around the sun and sand with nothing to do.

Lazy!

Hey, I got a song here that might give you a few ideas.

Start your summer off with a great big bang.

It's the number one smash.

Love is a Gas.

Someday!

As I look out at your young, fresh, clean, smiling faces

and at the faces of your relatives,

friends and beloved parents.

My heart is warmed to see the strength

of character and moral fortitude

which all of us, the faculty and staff of Hometown High

have strived to instill into you young men and ladies.

You're no longer the children you once were when you

first stepped into these forbidding halls.

I am reminded of the first time

I stepped into these same forbidding halls,

25 years ago.

I was a young man just out of college

with a degree clutched tightly in my hand

and yet, even armed with that piece of parchment,

I, even I, was awed by the mighty responsibility

also being placed in my hand to mold and shape

the minds and personalities

of the flower of our American youth.

I hope and pray that you are not awed

by that same mighty responsibility

now being placed into your hands.

You will be the businessmen, and congressmen,

the leaders and teachers,

the artists and doctors of tomorrow.

From all of us at Hometown High,

to all of you, the next generation

of American men and women,

congratulations, and God be with you.

And now for a delightful musical program

prepared by our lovely students,

in honor of this very special evening.

what a dirty, rotten trick.

Yeah!

Who do you think did it?

I don't know, but when we find out, we'll fix him.

The nerve.

Imagine them getting a free look like that.

Hey, April, you getting dressed,

or do you plan to stay naked permanently?

I didn't think it was so bad.

Uh, oh.

This girl's in big trouble.

Take it easy, honey.

Come back down to planet earth.

It was nice having all those boys looking at me.

I can't explain it, but it felt good.

I wish they'd look at me that way.

Maybe it did feel good,

but that's a secret you should keep to yourself.

Never give away something for nothing.

Why?

'cause, baby, that's the way it goes.

You play your cards right,

you can wrap them around your little pinkie, like me.

Then they do what you want them to.

And that's what makes the world go round.

Oh, come on, Betty.

Don't lay it on that thick.

She's just a little confused.

Well, gather round, class.

Time for a little education.

I know you all have your diplomas,

but this is the real stuff.

Boys all want the same thing.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Good.

You've heard about it, then.

Now, as some of you may already know

and as Miss Luscious Lips over here is suddenly finding out,

what they want is

not too bad.

But you can never let them know that.

While your body says,

Yes.

Your pretty little mouth, should say

no.

That way they have to work at it and work at it.

And when you finally do give in,

just a teeny-weeny little bit,

they're so grateful, they'll do anything.

And I do mean anything.

Yeah!

All right!

You done good.

Thank you.

Tickets.

Hey, look at that one!

A real angel, huh?

Whoo!

Hey, look at me, I'm an angel.

Hey!

Hey boys, hey boys,

I'd like you to meet my date.

This is,

uh, hey, I didn't catch your name.

Oh, yeah, this is Moitle.

Say hello to the boys Moitle.

Ding dong!

Hey!

Who you calling ding dong, huh?

I wouldn't call you a name, Hank.

Yeah, well see that you don't.

Dope!

Hello, Mr. Smith.

My name is Anthony Morelli.

My friends call me Peewee.

I just dropped by to pick up your little angel, Moitle,

take her to the dance.

Hey, so what do you think, huh?

You think this place is worth our dime and trouble, huh?

Yeah.

You know, you think we'll get a little appreciation, huh?

Yeah, I think so.

All right!

Let's join the crowd.

Certainly.

After you, boys.

Thank you.

Hey, hey, Butch.

What are you guys doing over there?

Well, if it isn’t Andy Hardy.

Hey, what are you guys doing out here?

We're giving our bikes a little grease job.

At night?

Yeah, yeah!

The moonlight's very good for that sort of work.

And the music soothes the nerves,

of which I got plenty.

Uh, didn't I see you at the graduation today?

Oh, so you're the guys who did that, huh?

Hey, how'd you like a rear axle up your nose, huh?

Hey, you guys.

Get out of here.

What are you doing?

Come on, get out!

Get out of here!

Uh oh, we're running low on gas.

It looks like we'll have just enough

to get stranded at Lookout Point.

Roger, you just pull this car

right into my uncle Joe's gas station.

Hmm.

Would you like a tiger in your tank?

Excuse me, I have to go to the little girl's room.

Juney, Juney!

Oh, uncle Joe.

Hey!

My favorite niece.

Let me have a look at you.

You having fun?

I'm okay.

How about you?

Awful, just awful, but, things could be worse.

You don't look so bad to me.

It's inside, it's in my veins,

it's in my bones, it's my stomach,

it's in my back, I've got a strange, creeping pain here.

Uncle Joe, there's really nothing wrong with you.

You know you shouldn't let the boys see you doing that.

Oh, don't be silly.

Close your eyes.

Think about all the good times we've had together,

all the tears, and all the laughter.

This is like, this is like the crossroads in our lives.

From here we all go our own separate ways.

I mean this could be the last time

that we'll ever see Hometown High.

Look into my eyes.

This could be the last time we'll ever see each other.

Okay, boy.

I'm sorry!

Hello!

Mom, is that you?

What's happening?