So why did you all start dancing? I'm getting married in September. My bride said she'd...

Bobbie: So why did you all start dancing? Vern: I'm getting married in September. My bride said she'd like to see me lose a few pounds, thought the dancing might be good exercise. I told her it wouldn't work. [waitress gives him a hamburger and fries] John Clark: I think you're gonna win that bet. Chic: I'm here for the ladies, you know what they say about guys that can dance... Bobbie: Yeah, that they're great in bed. Chic: Right. Bobbie: Where do you hear this crap? Chic: Everywhere, everywhere the guys that can dance get the pick of the litter. Bobbie: I'm here for the big dance competition. All I need is a partner. [to John] Bobbie: so that leaves you. John Clark: What? Bobbie: You're the only one that hasn't said why you're dancing. John Clark: I'm dancing for exercise like Vern. Bobbie: Bull. John Clark: Because I'm lousy in bed like Chic. There I said it.

You're gonna go anywhere after class, you come here, OK? Thank you. Why'd you guys decide to take dance, anyway? - I'm gettin' married in September. - Nice. Yeah. My bride said she'd like to see me lose a few pounds. She thinks the dancing will help. I said it won't. - I think you'll win that argument. - I'm taking classes to impress the ladies. You know what they say about guys who can dance, right? - That they're great in bed. - Yeah, baby. - Where do you get that stupid crap? - Everywhere. What do you think? Everybody knows a guy who can move on the dance floor can move in the sack. Most guys, they can't dance at all. Guys who can, they get their pick of the litter. That's why, when I'm done with this class, babes will drop at my feet. They're gonna be droppin' dead at your feet. When you took your shoes off in class today, I had to run to the window for air. What kind of person says something like that to somebody they don't even know? Hey, man, I'm doin' you a favor. I'm telling you something obnoxious about yourself that you might not be aware of. If there's something obnoxious about me that you don't think I'm aware of, y'all should feel free to say something about it to me. Shooting fish in a barrel. - Where are all the ladies, anyways? - I don't know what I'm talking about. The ladies, they all go and take the classes down at Doctor Dance - that's, like, the hip place to go downtown. Ditzy Mitzi's is only hangin' on by a thread. Only reason I go there is she lets me rehearse whenever I want for free. I'm gonna compete in the Chicago Taittinger Trophy. Soon as I find a partner. So... that leaves you. Leaves me? How? What? Leaves you as the only one here who hasn't said why he's dancing yet. Oh. Well, I'm dancing for exercise, like Vern. Bull. Because I'm lousy in bed, like Chic. There, I've said it. - That is bull! I didn't say I was bad in bed. - You didn't have to. Come on, why? Is there any pepper here? Could I have some? That's what I thought. She was a Blackpool finalist, you know. Who? The princess. The other teacher, Paulina. What's Blackpool? Every year, all the best dancers from all over the world... go to England to compete there. She was there last year with her partner - who they say was much more to her than just her partner. Anyway, he dumped her. That's the only reason she came back here to teach - mad at the world, boo-hoo-hoo and all that. - Why'd he dump her? - Yeah. How the hell should I know? God, they say women gossip! Golly!