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

the squad car. THe red lights start flashing and the siren
wails. The patrol car shifts into gear and leaps forward.
Suddenly, there's a horrendous metallic screech, the patrol
car hurtles up and out, airborne for a moment--then noses
down and bounces along the pavement, sending out sparks as
it slides to a stop.
The driver is stunned and frozen to the wheel. Holstein
manages to remove his dark glasses and looks back. There,
sitting quietly in the middle of the parking lot, is their
trans-axle and two rear wheels. The patrol car sits on the
ground at a twenty degree angle, while its engine whines
impotently at top speed.
On the radio, the all-seeing Wolfman gives an evil laugh--
WOLFMAN (V.O.)
Oh, I can't believe it. Feels so
good 'cause you're sweet sixteen.
And Johnny Burnette takes his cue and croons into "You're
Sixteen."
A DARK ROAD OUTSIDE TOWN--DEUCE COUPE
John has glided off the main drag and into a residential
area. Everything is dark and quiet as the adult population
sleeps through the night. John pulls the coupe to the curb
and turns off the engine. He turns out the lights.
Inside the car, there's silence. Only the clock ticking.
Carol looks over at John a little nervously.
CAROL
Why are we stopping here?
John looks at her and his arm slides along the back of the
seat above her. She notices his arm and the fact that he's
moving slowly toward her.
JOHN
(in a husky voice)
Carol...
What?
CAROL
JOHN
I--I don't think that I can control
myself any longer.
You can't?
CAROL
JOHN
No... Carol, I've got to have you.
Me?
CAROL
He touches her hair and she slouches back into her corner