Molly Ringwald tells the funny looking boy in the bar with the Danny Zuko
grease-curl on his head to
"Shuddup". I'm sure this is a metaphor for life in some fashion, but I can't find the connection at this particular point in time. However, if I could think of any one person to be at any time in history, I would be Molly Ringwald in 1986, back when big hair a pale complexion were, like, totally in. She's my hero in every way: a long-faced, red haired, fair-skinned babe who drove all those curly headed, vest-wearing pre-to-post pubescent boys completely wild. God, the 80's rocked.