angry, irate, morose, blue, incensed, pathetic, unhappy, gloom, morbid, melancholy, enraged, disconsolate, sad, downhearted, flattened down, discouraged, despondent, infuriated, furious, mad, despondent, dejected, downcast, desolate, doleful, sorrowful, hapless, shallow, disintegrated

Edna Turnblad : Imagine! My little girl... regular, at last.

Penny Pingleton : I am now a checkerboard chick!

Edna Turnblad : Would you keep that racket down? I'm trying to iron, here!

Edna Turnblad : Penny, get home before your mother shoots you.

Prudy Pingleton : You see? You see! If I let you leave the house right now, you'd be in prison, fighting whores for cigarettes. That Tracy Turnblad always was a bad influence! Well, you are never, ever gonna see that beehived harlot again.

Velma Von Tussle : 'Detroit sound?' What's that? The cries of people being mugged?

Corny Collins : Who cares about sleep when you can snooze in school? You'll never get to college but you'll sure look cool!

Edna Turnblad : First the hair, now this?
Wilbur Turnblad : But, all the kids are battin' up their hair now, hon.
Edna Turnblad : You're no help.
Tracy Turnblad : It's ratting, daddy.
Tracy Turnblad : And our first lady, Jacqueline Kennedy does it!
Edna Turnblad : I don't believe that.
Tracy Turnblad : What do you mean you don't believe that? How else would it look that way?
Edna Turnblad : I believe that it is naturally stiff.

Police Chief: [while on the lookout for Tracy] I doubt she'll risk jail to win some beauty pageant.
Velma Von Tussle: [to herself] I risked communicable diseases. She'll certainly risk jail.

Mr. Pinky: [guessing Edna's sizes] 54-Double D?
Edna Turnblad: Triple E
[chuckles]
Mr. Pinky: [shouts] I hit the Mother Lode!

Edna Turnblad: If you protest you'll be in files! You'll be on lists! J. Edgar Hoover will still be wire-tapping your cold body in the grave.

Wilbur Turnblad: This heart only beats for size 60.
Teacher: Oh, and Mr. Larkin, perhaps you'd like to share with the rest of the class, Patrick Henry's immortal last words?
Link Larkin: Kiss my ass?

Velma Von Tussle: Incredible! I could do a fan dance with a lettuce leaf and you would remain completely obtuse!
Wilbur Turnblad: Obtuse?
Velma Von Tussle: Yes, obtuse!
Wilbur Turnblad: I flunked geometry...
Velma Von Tussle: ...yes, and biology too, no doubt!

Edna Turnblad: Well, I had a dream that I would own a coin-operated laundromat but I came down from that cloud real quickly!