A Randian Reading of High School Musical 2 -The Toast

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Sharpay Evans: [to Fulton] I told you to hire Troy Bolton, not the entire East High student body!

“It is fear that drives [the hippies] to seek the warmth, the protection, the safety of a herd. When they speak of merging themselves into a “greater whole,” it is their fear that they hope to drown in the undemanding waves of unfastidious human bodies – and what they hope to fish out of that pool is the momentary illusion of an unearned personal significance.”

Sharpay Evans: What did I do to deserve this? I’ve never lied, except when necessary, and I always bought mom and dad expensive gifts… using their credit card of course. I don’t deserve this humiliation.

“Learn to value yourself, which means: fight for your happiness.”

Troy Bolton: Hey! What do you mean you’re done here? I mean, you can’t quit.
Gabriella Montez: Us working together sounded good but plans change and people change. The club talent show was a big deal for Sharpay and evidently for your future, so it’s cool, just make it happen, wear your new Italian shoes.

“I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.”

Troy Bolton: Hey, I’m still me.
Gabriella Montez: Blowing off your friends, missing dates, if that’s you, then it’s good to know.
Troy Bolton: No, no, no. I was only doing that because I’m working on the scholarship thing and you know that.
Gabriella Montez: But if along the way you act like someone you’re not, pretty soon that’s who you become.
Troy Bolton: I meant what I said about movies, and summer, and just being together.
Gabriella Montez: I’m sure you did, at the time. But I also meant what I said: that I want to remember this summer, but not like this, Troy.

“Mediocrity doesn’t mean average intelligence, it means an average intelligence that resents and envies its betters.”

Chad Danforth: Next time I see Country Club Princess, I’m gonna launch her and her pink cart straight into the lake.

“A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.”

Sharpay Evans: Do you want us to lose the Star Dazzle award to a bunch of… dishwashers?
Ryan Evans: Us? Well, I guess that’s showbiz.
Sharpay Evans: When did you become… one of them?
Ryan Evans: You know, I’ll take that as a compliment. But you and Troy have a good show, sis.
Sharpay Evans: Oh. We plan too.

“Anything may be betrayed, anyone may be forgiven, but not those who lack the courage of their own greatness.”

Sharpay Evans: There you are! Thank goodness you’ve come to your senses! Plug in the volcano. Humu-Humu’s back on.
Ryan Evans: Enjoy your pineapple on your own, sis. I’m not doing the show.
Sharpay Evans: What? Put some fresh batteries in your tiki warrior outfit and let’s get going.
Ryan Evans: Took your advice. Sold it online. You’ve always wanted the spotlight. Now you’ve got it. Break a leg.

“If you ask me to name the proudest distinction of Americans, I would choose- because it contains all the others- the fact that they were the people who created the phrase “to make money.” No other language or nation had ever used these words before; men had always thought of wealth as a static quantity- to be seized, begged, inherited, shared, looted or obtained as a favor. Americans were the first to understand that wealth has to be created.”

Sharpay Evans: Ryan, who is the absolute primo boy at East High?
Ryan Evans: I’d say Troy Bolten has that category pretty much locked up, don’t you think?
Sharpay Evans: And East High’s primo girl?
Ryan Evans: Gosh, um… you?
Sharpay Evans: Troy… Sharpay. Sharpay… Troy. Sharpay…
Ryan Evans: Shar.
Sharpay Evans: It just makes sense.

“A man’s sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions…. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer–because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement.”

Mr. Fulton: Danforth. Bolton. You’re caddying today. Forty dollars a bag. You’ve been requested.
Chad Danforth: What?
Troy Bolton: By who?
Chad Danforth: Dude, who cares? For 40 bucks, I’d caddy for Godzilla.

“So you think that money is the root of all evil? . . . Have you ever asked what is the root of money? Money is a tool of exchange, which can’t exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil?

When you accept money in payment for your effort, you do so only on the conviction that you will exchange it for the product of the effort of others. It is not the moochers or the looters who give value to money. Not an ocean of tears nor all the guns in the world can transform those pieces of paper in your wallet into the bread you will need to survive tomorrow. Those pieces of paper, which should have been gold, are a token of honor—your claim upon the energy of the men who produce. Your wallet is your statement of hope that somewhere in the world around you there are men who will not default on that moral principle which is the root of money.”

Chad Danforth: You know what? We didn’t vote you captain because of your jump shot, okay? We did it because you’re the guy who usually knows what’s up. 

“Ridiculous. A basketball captain should be chosen on his physical merits alone, should be chosen for his glorious savagery and not for his willingness to conform to the team’s ideological standards.”

Sharpay Evans: I think we were meant to sing together, don’t you? 
Troy Bolton: I need some air.

“I want you, Hank. I’m much more of an animal than you think. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you – and the only thing I’m ashamed of is that I did not know it. I did not know why, for two years, the brightest moments I found were the ones in your office, where I could lift my head to look up at you. I did not know the nature of what I felt in your presence, nor the reason. I know it now. That is all I want, Hank. I want you in my bed – and you are free of me for all the rest of your time. There’s nothing you’ll have to pretend – don’t think of me, don’t feel; don’t care – I do not want your mind, your will, your being or your soul, so long as it’s to me you will come for that lowest one of your desires. I am an animal who wants nothing but the sensation of pleasure which you despise – but I want it from you. You’d give up amy height of virtue for it , while I – I haven’t any to give up. There’s none I seek or wish to reach. I am so low that I would exchange the greatest sight of beauty in the world for the sight of your figure in the cab of a railroad engine. Amd seeing it, I would not be able to see it indifferently. You don’t have to fear that you’re now dependent on me. It’s I who will depend on any whim of yours. You’ll have me anytime you wish, anywhere, on any terms. Did you call it the obscenity of my talent? It’s such that it gives you a safer hold on me than on any other property you own. You may dispose of me as you please – I’m not afraid to admit it – I have nothing to protect from you and nothing to reserve. You think that this is a threat to your achievement, but it is not to mine. I will sit at my desk, and work, and when the things around me get hard to bear, I will think that for my reward I will be in your bed that night. Did you call it depravity? I am much more depraved than you are: you hold it as your guilt, and I – as my pride. I’m more proud of it than anything I’ve done, more proud than of building the Line. If I’m asked to name my proudest attainment, I will say: I have slept with Hank Rearden. I had earned it.”

Chad Danforth: Hey, LeBron, how’d it go with the Redhawks?
Troy Bolton: You know, they’re very tall.
Chad Danforth: We got Vince from maintenance to play, so it worked out. In case you were wondering.
Troy Bolton:Maybe we could play later today.
Chad Danforth: I don’t know. Check with Vince.
Troy Bolton: Hey, Mr. Evans set up the workout, not me.
Chad Danforth: Did you even ask to include us, Captain?
Troy Bolton: I didn’t go looking for the Redhawks, the Redhawks came to me, okay? I didn’t sign up for this golf job, Fulton offered it. I said yes. My decision. But I show up to work same as you, so chill, man.

“The Communists’ chief purpose is to destroy every form of independence—independent work, independent action, independent property, independent thought, an independent mind, or an independent man. Conformity, alikeness, servility, submission and obedience are necessary to establish a Communist slave-state.”

Troy Bolton: I asked Fulton for my kitchen job back.
Sharpay Evans: What?
Troy Bolton: Sharpay, I don’t like the way you’ve been treating my friends. And I don’t like the way I’ve been treating them either, so I’m doing something about it.
Sharpay Evans: An entire table of University boosters are coming to see you, thanks to me.
Troy Bolton: So I’ll be their waiter. They’ll be thrilled.
Sharpay Evans: Troy. Troy. This could change your life!
Troy Bolton: I’m more interested in what my friends think of me, and what I think of myself.

“It is the Communists’ intention to make people think that personal success is somehow achieved at the expense of others and that every successful man has hurt somebody by becoming successful. It is the Communists’ aim to discourage all personal effort and to drive men into a hopeless, dispirited, gray herd of robots who have lost all personal ambition, who are easy to rule, willing to obey and willing to exist in selfless servitude to the State.”

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