Dance — to leap about to the sound of tittering music, preferably with arms about your neighbor's wife or daughter. There are many kinds of dances, but all those requiring the participation of the two sexes have two characteristics in common: they are conspicuously innocent, and warmly loved by the vicious.
Natasha: — Jay, why are you calling me?
Jay Murphy: — I just wanted to talk, you know. I have a book deal. Is someone there?
Natasha: — Yes, Jay. Actually, two other people. Don't you know? That's all us models do, is get coked up and have orgies.
The first man: — Who is that?
Natasha: — My former. He won't let me go.
The first man: — [says to the second man] Her ex-husband. Unemployed writer.