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

egistration. Call me if you want.
It was nice seeing you again.
See ya.
CURT
The car pulls off and Curt watches it. Suddenly, he sees
something--the T-bird going the other way down the street.
CURT
Oh shit--there!! Wait!
The VW's gone and Curt starts after the T-bird on foot. He
runs down the middle of the street, oblivious to the horns
honking and the cars swerving to miss him.
We move with Curt as he moves like a broken field runner
through the traffic only to finally lose the girl and the
Thunderbird and to slow and finally stop, standing on the
white line. Cars slow down and kids rubberneck as they go by
him.
CRUISING G STREET--'32 YELLOW DEUCE COUPE
John is driving and the Wolfman is howling on the radio while
Carol is having the time of her life.
WOLFMAN (V.O.)
Went to a dance lookin' for romance.
Found Barbara Ann... baby... Hey,
this one is for all you out there
watchin' the Submarine Races.
And the radio moans into "Who Wrote the Book of Love." Carol
sits with her feet up against the dash. John knocks them off
and she scowls at him.
CAROL
I'm so thirsty, I could die. Just a
little 10 cent coke to wet my whistle.
It won't take a minute, I can drink
it in the--
John suddenly hits the brakes and Carol almost hits the floor.
John reaches over and opens the door.
JOHN
Why don't you just get out and get
one then! So long, goodbye, hasta
lumbago.
She stares at him, shaken, looking sweet and helpless. He
turns and looks at her. A tear rolls down her cheek slowly.
John can't take it.
JOHN
All right, one coke and then home.
Carol is delighted. She slams the door. John takes off.
CAROL