Organize, I don't know, swimming with dolphins, sky-diving. A nice, sexy lap dance. City boys always like a lap dance.

Ooh, and get our hair done, and slow-dance.

I hadn't dance in years. I almost forgot how to feel it.

When he does krumping, he does everything good, with good power.

Do be careful, Daddy Pig. Our favorite was the pas de deux. Hoop-la.

Hi. Just a heads-up, Felix. They're bringing out the cake in a few shakes.

Joey, all the roles got to dance a little. But believe me with your dance background it'll be a piece of cake.

Oh, that's the point of an Oxford education. Isn't it, Dad? It's the expensive alternative to a dinner dance.

It'll be fine. I'm sure there'll be some drinking and some dancing, and then a mailman'll probably show up and take his clothes off.

I found my editor. And had some fun, too, I hope. I went dancing at the Cafe de Paris, which felt very young and gay.

And in it, a great hero named Kevin Bacon, teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that dancing, well, it's the greatest thing there is.

Well, what does your cotillion training say is expected of a gentleman when three ladies ask him to escort them to a dance soiree?

On the Frabjous Day, when the White Queen once again wears the crown, on that day, I shall Futterwacken vigorously. Oh, no. Uh-oh.

How long will that be, exactly? I would say, exactly a long time. Oh, but George and I want to do some dancing.

Is that why there's an Elaine Dwyer on our guest list? Yes. That night, I'm going to have the first dance and the last laugh.

You're right, I can't. You know what? Anyone could rent that apartment now. An opera singer, the cast of stomp. Yeah, a tap-dancing pirate with a wooden leg.

Did you take dance lessons? Against my will, in the South, preadolescent children are forced through a process called cotillion, which indoctrinates them with all the social graces and dance skills needed to function in 18th century Vienna.

Oh, but George and I want to do some dancing. I know what we can do. We can watch television. Oh, it won't go on. The TV needs electricity too. Does it? Yes.

You hear that? That is her truth, Mr. "I'll Let You Have Her". I win. You suck. I rule all. Mini-wave in celebration of me.

Wait. I want to have a first dance with you. Right here? At our wedding. This is our wedding. No. I want a real wedding.