"Only You" - The Platters
Unfortunately, in high school, it goes more than it comes.
Still, in my high school, there was one couple whose love soared above all others...Like a winged chariot.
The guy guys feared.
Denise Lovell and Francis Stanavucovich.
- Those things'll kill ya.
Better known as "Frank the Stank", and "Denise the Grease".
Frank and Denise weren't the cutest couple in school, or the most popular,
and they definitely weren't the most likely to succeed.
But they lived in a special world, where vows were made, and hearts were never broken.
They had a bond between them that you could almost see.
A bond that seemed to strengthen them in everything they did.
They were a constant in a changing universe.
Something rock-solid.
A living monument to love.
Love? Hah! Love, my little untutored charges...
Is a joke - a sham.
Weird Mr. Lemkur. Couture by Salvation Army - posture...by Quasimodo.
Words were his only passion.
And now let's see what Keats had to say on the subject, shall we?
With all respect to the great poets...
Third-period English left one or two things to be desired.
Denise "The Grease" was both of them.
Light feet, dark violet eyes and parted hair...
And creamy breast...
And what was Keats saying, here, hmm?
Kevin.
- Me?
Well, he's s-saying that, uh...creamy b-
Oh, boy...
That, you know...it's, it's all kinda...dazzling.
Right!
Now...About the poems I assigned for your report...
Uh, Miss Lovell...would, uh, you recite what Swift has to say about amour?
- Why not?
Third time's a charm.
- Female problems.
Hey, ya had to admit - she had a certain way about her.
Modern love is no such thing, and what those ancient poets sing.
A fire celestial chaste refined.
And even if none of us knew what she was saying - who cared?
Which having found an equal flame, unites and both become the same.
In different breasts together burn...
Together both, to ashes turn.
But women now feel no such fire, and only know the gross desire.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
There...you see - you see - you see?
Swift knew what he was talkin' about!
And the strange thing was, even though I didn't know much more about her than the color of her bra-strap,
I suddenly wanted to reach out and comfort her.
But who was I to talk to her?
- Calvin!
I have to do a report on that poem...
Now, of course, I didn't even understand the title. But...
Uh...well, most of it!
- Can you help me out with something?
You know where he says "laid on the fall to other sex..."
Do you think that's the crux of what he's saying?
That men and women blame each other for everything?
Lemme see here...
Yeah!
Heck, I'd have said "yes" to anything.
Denise "The Grease" was talking to me!
So if you had to sum up what Swift is saying, how would you do it?
Uh...well - he's just talkin' about the whole...
Right, right.
Love has always been what?
- Uh...
Well, ya got that right!
- We do?
I know we gotta talk - I've been tellin' you we gotta talk all day!
So let's talk!
Which, as I saw it, was my cue to exit...stage left.
- Right now, I'm talking with my friend.
About things you obviously don't understand.
Really. Try me.
OK...We were just discussing Cadenus and Vanessa
- Right...
- Right!
- Yeah, I know him!
Yeah! Swift - he's the guy who was the guy before he became "The Flash".
An honest mistake.
He's the guy who said "The judge discovered in her face, resentment for her late disgrace".
Alright - what is this crap?!
I'm not gonna listen to that kind of language.
And that was that - a fruitful exchange.
Denise - wait up!
All things considered.
- Unbelievable.
Yes! Frank put a guy in the hospital just for lookin' at her at Ocean City last year.
Unbelievable.
So this isn't America?
It's hard to talk without your teeth.
Unbelievable.
Ah, what did these guys know?
So I'd spoken to Denise - so what?
We were practically...soul mates.
And if I wanted to talk to her I would.
And if I didn't, then I...
How's it goin'?
Not bad...The more I read it, the more I understand *the thing* - that love is on trial.
Uh-huh.
And-and Swift says "and mortals here to stay into love".
It's like he's saying the whole thing's a sham - like there is no true love.
Right?
Uh...
Hey - when in doubt, say -
Sure! Of course!
I liked talkin' to you.
You heard it - she liked...talking...to me.
- What'd she say?!
Of course, a gentleman didn't discuss these things.
She said she liked talking to me..
- Unbelievable.
I, Calvin, had talked to Denise "The Grease" and the sky hadn't fallen.
No hand had reached out from the heavens and -
You talked to Denise.
Poets say love comes and goes in a heartbeat.
The girl girls talked about.
- So will you.
And never what it appears to be.
Boring us with them - his only joy.
Soft dimpled hands, ripe neck...
Are things on which the dazzled senses rest.
- You.
- I trust you intend to finish our class, this term?
Last year it was mono...what was it the year before...?
- Ah...right...
Denise "The Grease" was crying.
Unless...she talked to you first.
you really understood it, didn't ya?
- Sure!
What did "crux" mean again?
Calvin Arnold.
man-woman...woman-man thing.
Even in Swift's time, love has always been..
- A hassle.
Look, we gotta talk.
- Not you, dirt clod!
- 'Bout what?
- It's a poem.
- By Jonathon Swift.
- You do?
Thanks for your help, Calvin.
- What was I supposed to do? Ignore her?
I can't talk to who I want?
After all, we had a history now.
- Hey, Calvin!
- What'd she say?!
Still, the fact remained...