I'll tell you, there was this place called the Blue Heaven. It was great. Had to steal IDs...

Ren: I'll tell you, there was this place called the Blue Heaven. It was great. Had to steal IDs to get in, but it was incredible. It was like a huge underground circus, you know. Hot pink neon climbin' up the walls. And astro music. And millions of girls, like from the university mostly. If we could get one to dance, just one, then that was it. We'd get out on the floor and we'd really start to smoke. We'd start cuttin' in, and these girls would stop. - And they'd look. Willard: They'd look how? Ren: You know, they'd start to warm up a little. Right? Pretty soon, they'd start buying us beers. Willard: They're buying you guys beers? Ren: Oh, yeah. Wait. There was this one. This was the best. Ginger. Listen. We started dancing, right? Slow dancing, like we're stuck to each other. Eventually it's obvious to me that she wants to do more than dance. Right? So we left the place. On the way to the car, she's already got her tongue in my ear. We get to the car. She says we can't go to her place 'cause of her roommate, right? But she says, ''Hey, that's no problem.'' She's got seats in the car that recline back. All the way back. - If you know what I'm saying. - All the way? Would I shit you? Right? She rips my shirt open. She's clawing my chest. She's biting my neck, and I'm trying to get over the stick shift... 'cause we're goin' like a freight train now. All of a sudden, she starts screaming at the top of her lungs... ''Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't stop! Make Ginger pop!'' Willard: Oh, shit, really? Ren: [laughs] No! [Willard looks confused] Ren: But we did dance. We danced our asses off.

OH, I TELL YOU, MAN, THERE WAS THIS PLACE... CALLED THE BLUE HEAVEN. YEAH? THAT WAS GREAT. I HAD TO STEAL I.D.s TO GET IN THIS PLACE. IT WAS INCREDIBLE. IT WAS LIKE A HUGE UNDERGROUND CIRCUS, YOU KNOW. HOT PINK NEON CLIMBING UP THE WALLS. ASTRO MUSIC AND GIRLS. MILLIONS OF GIRLS. LIKE, FROM THE UNIVERSITY MOSTLY. IF WE COULD GET ONE OF THEM TO DANCE, JUST ONE, THEN THAT WAS IT. WE'D GET OUT ON THE FLOOR AND REALLY START TO SMOKE. WE'D START CUTTIN' IN ON EACH OTHER, AND THESE GIRLS WOULD STOP WHAT THEY WERE DOING. THEY'D LOOK-- THEY'D LOOK. THEY'D LOOK HOW? YOU KNOW, THEY'D START TO WARM UP A LITTLE. RIGHT? PRETTY SOON, THEY'D START BUYIN' US BEER. THEY WERE BUYIN' YOU GUYS BEERS? OH, SHIT. OH, YEAH. OH, YEAH. OH, WAIT. THERE WAS THIS ONE. [Laughs] THIS WAS THE BEST. GINGER. NOW LISTEN. WE STARTED DANCING. SLOW DANCING. LIKE WE WERE STUCK TO EACH OTHER. NOW, EVENTUALLY IT'S OBVIOUS TO ME THAT SHE WANTS TO DO MORE THAN DANCE. ALL RIGHT? SO, WE LEFT THE PLACE. ON THE WAY TO THE CAR, SHE'S ALREADY GOT HER TONGUE IN MY EAR. ALL RIGHT? WE GET TO THE CAR. SHE SAYS WE CAN'T GO BACK TO HER PLACE 'CAUSE OF HER ROOMMATE, RIGHT? SHE SAYS, "HEY, THAT'S NO PROBLEM." SHE'S GOT THESE SEATS IN THE CAR THAT RECLINE BACK. ALL THE WAY BACK. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING. ALL THE WAY? WOULD I SHIT YOU? ALL RIGHT? SHE RIPS MY SHIRT OPEN. SHE'S CLAWIN' MY CHEST. SHE-- SHE'S BITIN' MY NECK, AND I'M-- I'M TRYIN' TO GET OVER THE STICK SHIFT. 'CAUSE WE'RE GOIN' LIKE A FREAKIN' FREIGHT TRAIN NOW. ALL OF A SUDDEN, SHE STARTS SCREAMIN' AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS, "OH, GOD! OH, GOD! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! MAKE GINGER POP!" - AH, SHIT. REALLY? - NO. YEAH, BUT WE DID DANCE. SO-- WE DANCED OUR ASSES OFF. WILLARD! WILLARD, HOW COULD YOU LET OUR NEW STUDENT EAT THIS FOOD? DON'T EAT THIS. UH-UH. NOW WE HAVE SOME DELICIOUS HOMEMADE FOOD OVER THERE. COME ON OVER. IT'S SO GOOD. YEAH, COME ON. COME ON, WILLARD. OH, CHICKEN. MM! HI. COME ON. COME ON. GOOD BOY. COME ON. BRING YOUR FRIEND. YOU WON'T GET ANY OF THAT HERE. WHAT'S THAT? DANCIN'. THERE'S NO DANCIN'. RIGHT? THAT'S RIGHT. WHY? IT'S ILLEGAL. - JUMP BACK. - IT'S TRUE. [Willard] HAS BEEN FOR ABOUT FIVE OR SIX YEARS. WHY? GO AHEAD. TELL HIM. STARTED WHEN A BUNCH OF KIDS GOT KILLED IN A CAR WRECK. WHOLE TOWN WENT BANANAS, BLAMING IT ON THE MUSIC AND THE LIQUOR AND DANCING. NOW THEY'RE JUST CONVINCED IT'S ALL A SIN. WHO'S CONVINCED? WHOLE DAMN TOWN. SO, YOU REALLY CAN'T DANCE HERE, MAN. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT. IT'S TRUE. THIS ISN'T THE ONLY PLACE EITHER. YOU'D BE SURPRISED. PLACES UPSTATE YOU CAN'T DANCE. PLACES IN KANSAS AND ARKANSAS. ALL OVER THE PLACE. MY COUSIN LIVES IN MONTANA, AND YOU CAN'T DANCE WHERE SHE LIVES EITHER. YEAH? SHE EVER GET BUSTED FOR BOPPIN'? I DON'T KNOW. NEVER ASKED HER. YOU RICH? NO. NO, WHY? [Engine Starts] ♪ [Radio: Rock] I DON'T THINK I EVER BOUGHT A TAPE BEFORE. GET SERIOUS. THIS PLACE IS TOO WEIRD. DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO THE RADIO? NO. WE GOT ONE RADIO AT HOME, BUT IT'S NEVER ON. YOU LIKE MEN AT WORK? WHICH MEN? MEN AT WORK. WHERE DO THEY WORK? NO, THEY DON'T. THEY'RE A MUSIC GROUP. WHAT DO THEY CALL THEMSELVES? OH, NO. WHAT ABOUT THE POLICE? WHAT ABOUT 'EM? HAVE YOU HEARD THEM? WHAT, IN CONCERT? NO, BUT I'VE SEEN THEM. NO, BEHIND YOU. WHAT? [Siren Wailing] [Ren] OH, SHIT. - WANNA STEP OUT OF THE CAR? - COULD YOU TELL ME WHAT THE PROBLEM IS? WILL YOU JUST STEP OUT OF THE CAR, PLEASE? HEY, JIM, THESE PLATES ARE ILLINOIS STATE. SO? SO, YOU GOT A LICENSE? - CATCH. - HEY, I JUST BOUGHT THAT. HEY. PLAYIN' IT KIND OF LOUD, WEREN'T YOU?