"AMERICAN GRAFFITI" Screenplay by George Lucas Gloria Katz ...

Curt nods and stands. The manager swivels around and punches
some buttons, putting on a commercial.
He turns back.
MANAGER
I tell you what. If I can possibly
do it tonight, I'll try to relay
this dedication and get it on the
air for you later on.
CURT
That'd be great. Thanks. Really.
He shakes the manager's hand, then wipes it on his pants.
MANAGER
Sorry, sticky little mothers ain't
they? Bye.
'Bye.
CURT
Curt goes out the door. He starts back out through the maze
of windows and electronic machines. Echoing throughout the
rooms, the Wolfman's raucous voice follows Curt. The Wolfman
howls and Curt turns.
Through the maze of glass, shifting like prisms, he sees the
station manager sitting by the mike--howling! Then, he laughs
and howls again, starting to sing a song called "Bluebirds
on My Dingaling," pounding out the rhythm on the console.
Wolfman...
CURT
He backs away, leaving the Wolfman, who's on his feet now,
screaming out the end of the song, dancing by himself in the
little glass room, from which his voice radiates out through
the night and around the world...
MEL'S DRIVE-IN
John is working under the hood of the deuce coupe when Falfa's
Chevy drives into the parking lot. The radio is now blasting
"Heart and Soul." Terry moves over toward John's car. John
doesn't look up, although he is quite aware of Falfa's
entrance.
Falfa slows down in front of John's car and revs his engine
again. John looks up--Laurie is in the car with Falfa. She
looks determined not to seem as scared as she really is.
TERRY
Hey, John, let me go with you. Come
on.
JOHN
Naw, man. I can't take you when I'm
racin' somebody.