Marienne Hotchkiss: Dance is a very powerful drug Mr. Keane. If embraced judiciously, it can exorcise demons, access deep seated emotions and color your life in joyous shades of brilliant magenta that you never knew existed. But, one must shoulder its challenges with intrepid countenance if one is ever to reap its rewards.
Steve Mills: In 1962, Pez were cool, Zagnuts, Bombpops and Good-n-Plenty were very cool. The gum in baseball cards still tasted good. Kennedy was president then. Bay of Pigs, nuclear testing in Nevada, the Red Scare. McDonalds only had a million served. I was twelve-years-old and I hated girls more than liver. I mean they weren't good at the really important things. They always lost in the cafeteria hotdog eating contest. Tommy Tanksley, he could unhinge his mouth like a snake or something. And in rope climbing they all got rope burn. They claimed their hands were different than ours. And they couldn't spit worth a damn either.
Meredith Morrison: Cause I'm thinking I get 65% off on all excursions to the Iberian penninsula between September fifteenth and November first and I never have anyone to go with.
Frank Keane: I'll go with you.
Chatty Redhead: So, you're like a dead wives club.
Rafael Horowitz: Well, I don't think you could call it a club, per se.
Chatty Redhead: But, all of your wives are dead.
Rafael Horowitz: No, unfortunately for me mine is still alive and kicking.