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.
John: 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. So that leaves you.
John: What?
Bobbie: You're the only one that hasn't said why you're dancing.
John: I'm dancing for exercise like Vern.
Bobbie: Bull.
John: Because I'm lousy in bed like Chic. There I said it.

Paulina: The rumba is the vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her, like the skin on her thigh is your reason for living. Let her go, like your heart's being ripped from your chest. Throw her back, like you're going to have your way with her right here on the dance floor. And then finish, like she's ruined you for life.
Bobbie: Yeah, why can't you do it like that?

Beverly: We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness'."