Fast Times at Ridgemont High

See the people walking down the street

Fall in line just watching all their feet

They don't know where they want to go

They're walking in time

They got the beat

They got the beat

They got the beat, yeah

They got the beat

All the kids just getting out of school

They can't wait to hang out and be cool

Hang around till quarter after 12:00

That's when they fall in line

They got the beat They got the beat

Kids got the beat, yeah

Kids got the beat

Go-go music really makes us dance

Doing the Pony puts us in a trance

Do the Watusi just give us a chance

That's when we fall in line

'Cause we got the beat

We got the beat

We got the beat, yeah

We got it

We got the beat

We got the beat

We got the beat

Everybody, get on your feet

We got the beat

We know you can dance to the beat

We got the beat

Jump back, get down

'Round and round and round

We got the beat

Linda, there's that guy from the stereo store.

Don't you think he looks like Richard Gere?

See his cute little butt?

You guys, let's talk about that fox that just walked in.

We already were.

I'm gonna go over there and change the shakers.

Cool out. That's Stacy's section.

He's too old.

She's not even in high school yet.

Smoking's upstairs to your left.

Smoking's upstairs to your left.

Smoking's upstairs.

Rat, is Dolly Parton giving you a percentage of the profit?

What can I do for you, gentlemen?

You the guy with the Van Halen tickets?

I could be.

How much for something in the first 10 rows?

$20 apiece.

Those tickets were only $12.50.

So don't buy them.

All the other scalpers are sold out.

Scalper? Did you call me a scalper?

Listen, gentlemen, I perform a service here, and the service costs money.

Do you want the tickets or don't you?

Okay, we'll take them.

All right. What'd I say, $25?

$20!

All right.

Thank you.

Just made $16, Rats. What's the matter? You look depressed.

I hate working the theater. All the action's on the other side of the mall.

How's it going?

You want to take his table? - Yes.

Go for it. He's cute.

Just take his order, look him in the eye.

If he says anything remotely funny,

laugh like you never heard anything so funny.

And smile.

Go for it.

So, you working hard or hardly working?

You look like you could still be in high school.

I know. Everybody says that.

How old are you?

Nineteen. How old are you?

Twenty six.

Do you think we could still be friends?

So what can I get you?

How about a meatball sandwich,

a medium Coke, and your phone number?

Hi. - Hello.

Get out of here, Bradley.

Dave. How you doing, Brad?

Cooking!

Daddy's home, boys. I shall serve no fries before their time.

This one's on you, dude.

Who's got the beaucoup dolares today?

Uno dinero.

What have you got, Mr. Buck Man?

I got a cigarette.

I got uno "nickelette.""

Hey! You guys had shirts on when you came in here.

Something happened to them, man.

Come on, Spicoli, just put the shirts back on.

You see that sign?

"No shirt. No shoes. No dice."

Right.

Learn it. Know it. Live it.

Whoa.

He's the full hot orator.

Linda, did I show you this? He gave me his card.

"Ron Johnson, Audio Consultant."

Maybe we should get a frame for this and put it up on the wall.

Come on, Linda. You're the one who told me

I was gonna get a boyfriend at the mall.

Do you think he'll call this week? - Why don't you call him?

I can't. - Yes, you can.

Guys love that sort of thing.

Really? - Yes!

Stacy, what are you waiting for? You're 15 years old.

I did it when I was 13. It's no huge thing. It's just sex.

He was hot, wasn't he?

If I didn't have a fiancV© in Chicago, I'd go for it.

Hey, how you doing? Welcome to Ridgemont.

Will it look okay?

Well, she was an American girl

Raised on promises

Do you know where U.S. history is? - Down the hall and turn left.

She was an American girl

Hi, Bradley.

Grown up. Looking good.

Another year joined at the lips.

Hi, Brad!

Denise. I'd make you see God.

Brad!

Big Cruising Vessel! - Bradley!

Thank you.

Six more payments, gentlemen,

and this beautiful blue, four-door, luxury sedan is all mine!

I'll give you four tickets in the fifth row

for the low price of $140.

See that car?

Some alumni gave Jefferson that car for playing football

when he was a sophomore. Helped him pick it out.

Slick car.

We go way back, you know.

Hey, Charles, how you doing, buddy?

Car looks great. I mean really terrific.

You're really keeping it up wonderfully.

Don't fuck with it.

Shit! That's my man.

Brad? - Arnold! What's happening?

Can I talk to you a minute? - Sure, man.

I really hate Bronco Burger.

Ever since they started with the chicken nuggets,

everything went downhill.

You have to fry all their greasy food,

and you have to polish things.

And the manager's an asshole.

I was just wondering...

Arnold, do you want to work at All American Burger?

Yeah, well...

I can probably get you in. Just let me talk to Dennis Taylor.

All right. - Okay.

Wait. Did you hear the bell ring?

What bell? We're here.

Aloha.

My name is Mr. Hand.

I have but one question for you.

Can you attend my class?

It is for your own good.

And if you can't make it, I can make you.

We have a 20 question quiz every Friday.

Your grade is the average of all your quizzes,

plus the midterm and final which counts for one-third.

Got it?

Also...

There will be no eating. E-A-T-I-N-G.

No eating in this class.

You get used to doing your own business on your own time.

That's one demand I make.

Just like you wouldn't want me to come to your house some evening

and discuss U.S. history on your time, understand?

Yes, sir.

This guy's been stoned since the third grade.

Yes? - Yeah, I'm registered in this class.

What class? - This is U.S. history.

I see the globe right there. - Really?

Hey. May I come in?

Oh, please.

I get so lonely when I hear that third attendance bell ring

and all my kids are not here.

Sorry, I'm late. It's just like this new schedule's totally confusing.

I know that dude.

Mr. Spicoli.

That's the name they gave me.

You're ripping my card. - Yes.

Hey, bud, what's your problem?

No problem at all.

I think you know where the front office is.

You dick!

I have taken the time to print up a complete schedule

of class quizzes and the chapters they cover.

Please pass them to the desk behind you.

Back, back, back.

Did you hear about this surfer guy who pulled a knife on Mr. Hand this morning?

Oh, no! He just called him a dick.

A dick?