- [first lines]
- Bullhorn Policeman: Clear this area. Everyone under 18 must be off the streets by 10 o'clock or be subject to arrest. Alright, move it! Do not block the sidewalks.
- Narrator: These are not dangerous revolutionaries in a beleaguered city under martial law. These are teenagers on the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles, California, on a peaceful night. Irresponsible. Wild. Beat. Protest youths. With nowhere to go. Nothing to do. No goal in life. Just searching for one thing they've demanded throughout the ages: the right to self-expression and recognition.
- The Standells: [singing] I'm going down to the Strip tonight, I'm not on a stay home trip tonight, Long hair seems to be the main attraction, But the heat is causin' all the action, Bright lights everywhere, Pretty girls with long blond hair, But somehow the people they don't care, It just doesn't seem fair, To buggy cause you got long hair, Even the parents are beginning to scare, Because of the sirens, On the streets, That used to be neat, But now it's just a place for black and white cars to race, It's causing a riot! It's causing a riot! Yeah!
- Stokes: Merchants, businessmen and real estate owners are forming an association to save Sunset Strip - to save the Sunset Strip from ruination, by the invasion of long hairs.
- Flip: Dig these new wheels!
- Grady Toss: Yeah! How do you like it?
- Flip: It's boss, Grady. I love it. Love it!
- Grady Toss: Hey, who's the wild one?
- Flip: Oh, this is Andy. She's new here. She just got here last month.
- Grady Toss: Hey! I just got a great idea! Let's all go to Pandora's Box tonight.
- Flip: Crazy!
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: I dig that!
- Grady Toss: Hey, you want to come too?
- Andrea Dollier: Oh, I think I should stay home.
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: Oh, come on. You can make it, Andy. Its a ball!
- Andrea Dollier: Okay. Could you pick me up at Liz-Ann's house?
- Grady Toss: Sure! Groovy! Right after chow.
- Walt Lorimer: I didn't want to stick my nose in where it wasn't wanted. Helen, I'm glad you stuck your nose in.
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: Then we make the Strip scene again. It's what's happening.
- Flip: Oh, crazy.
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: Groovy, huh, doll?
- Grady Toss: That's too bad. Cute little fox like that all crazy, mixed up. What's her bag, anyway?
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: Not her, honey. It's the old lady. She's a juicer.
- Grady Toss: Oh, what a drag. Its worst than weeds.
- Flip: Grown-ups! You can't leave 'em outta your sight for a minute!
- Mr. Ross, Fancy Antique Shop Owner: Officer, it's getting worst every night! I've never seen such riffraff. Now, the authorities ought to do something about it! I'm sick and tired of it!
- Mr. Ross, Fancy Antique Shop Owner: It might be interesting, don't you think? Can you just picture a group of vigilantes on the Strip, armed with barber shears - and after we've grabbed a few of these goldilocks boys and fixed them up with crew cuts? I'll bet you they'd all take to the hills.
- Mr. Arno, Plush Restaurant Owner: What about a few baths? Maybe we get some shoes for their feet.
- Mr. Ross, Fancy Antique Shop Owner: No, no. Now, let's not be sadistic.
- Grady Toss: Hey!
- Perry: Look, I don't make the rules, Grady. If you want a little blast in your diet drink, I can understand that.
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: What are you? Gestapo or something?
- Perry: The Manager. And I have to live with the Police Department. If one of them took a sip of your drink, instead of me, that's all brother! They'd padlock me so fast - minors, drinking in my place.
- Mr. Arno, Plush Restaurant Owner: We're supposed to sit quietly while these creeps drive us out of business?
- Mr. Ross, Fancy Antique Shop Owner: Look, we were in business long before you ever heard of the Strip. And the taxes we paid! Then, you and the others come along and open up these filthy little dives for these young morons and our business is shot to hell!
- Perry: And where are these young morons supposed to go to have a little fun, if not to filthy little dives, like mine? What are they supposed to do? Sit home and watch television while their parents are out makin' the town!
- Mr. Ross, Fancy Antique Shop Owner: Well, they don't have to ruin the Strip!
- Walt Lorimer: You send some of these kids to me. I'd like to talk to them.
- Mr. Ross, Fancy Antique Shop Owner: Talk to 'em? Who understands their language?
- Mr. Ross, Fancy Antique Shop Owner: You really believe you can talk sense with those kooks? If they had any sense, do you think they'd act like that? Dress like that? Live like that? Wear their hair like that?
- Andrea Dollier: Who's Herbie?
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: A movie star son with plenty of bread and no one at home to crack down.
- Grady Toss: Man, this place is a drag. They got their own gestapo!
- Flip: They're trying to stop the cops from bustin' the joint. What do I know?
- Grady Toss: I could care a less.
- Grady Toss: What's happening?
- Donnie: Wait'll you hear!
- Flip: What's the scene?
- Donnie: Cool it. Listen to Herbie.
- Herbie: Hey, Donnie's got a place set for a Freak Out. Let's make it!
- Grady Toss: A Freak Out! What about the acid?
- Herbie: Don't worry about that, man. I come ready to fly!
- Grady Toss: Groovy, I'll get my wheels.
- Donnie: Don't need 'em. It's a drag.
- Flip: Then lets fly!
- Andrea Dollier: Have you ever freaked out?
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: It's a ball! You mean you've never been on a trip?
- Andrea Dollier: No.
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: Come on, Alice in Wonderland. You haven't lived!
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: She's never been trippin' before. It's the acid, sweetie. That's how you do it - on a cube of sugar.
- Herbie: What is she doing at this clambake anyway? What's she think we're going to do? Play Post Office?
- Liz-Ann Barbrey: Don't look at me. I don't know her any more than you do.
- Herbie: Pretty much of a drag, huh? Chalk it up as research: a night out with the weirdos.
- Andrea Dollier: I don't think you're weird.
- Herbie: Then we blew it again; because, we try very hard to be.
- Andrea Dollier: Now, who's putting who on?
- Herbie: Touché.
- [last lines]
- Narrator: Soon, half the world's population will be under 25 years of age. They must go somewhere. Where will they go? What will they do?
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