"But Mom! I don't want to dance!"

"If you didn't want to dance then you should have been born a Quaker then."

"But Quaker's are allowed to dance!"

"Then I guess that wouldn't have helped you either, would it?"

"But Mom! I don't wa...."

"You'll dance and you'll like it!"

"What if I was born in the town from Footloose?  Would you make me dance then?"

"You're damn straight I would!  I'm not raising a non-dancing, promiscuous little kid.  You get out there and dance like a good upstanding child."

"But Mom!"

"But Mom What? You think I'm going to let you get dragged down into hell just because you're worried about a little dancing?"

"Yes! Drag me down to hell!  I don't care!  Owwww!! Why'd you slap me?"

"Speaking blasphemy like that.  How could you say such a thing?"

"Sorry."

"You better be.  How do you ever expect to rumble with the other boys if you can't even get out there now? You need to learn this now if you ever want to be a Shark."

"Maybe I don't want to be a Shark."

"Then what?  A Jet?  You think they'll accept you over there?  Good luck with that."

"Why wouldn't they?  What's wrong with me?"

"Well for one thing, you apparently can't dance. So what use are you?"

"Who says I can't dance?  I just don't want to.  Doesn't mean that I can't"

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say."

"You don't believe me?"

"Should I? You're a liar, and a coward."

"You're just trying to trick me aren't you?"

"So what if I am? It's working, either way isn't it?"

"Fine."

"Oh look at my boy, out there dancing his little heart out."

"Congratulations, you're boy is quite the spaz."

"I know, I'm so proud."