“Anyone wanna dance?""I could dance I need to change, but I can dance.""Nice going, Gandalf. You'll rile her up, and I'll never get her tucked in. You wanna give her candy and caffeine while you're at it?”

“Catcher shrugged, refolded the paper, and stuffed it back into his pocket. "Anyone wanna dance?""Oh, Jesus," Mallory muttered."Dance?" I asked. "I could dance. I need to change, but I can dance." I could always dance. My hips didn't lie.Mallory tucked her tongue into her cheek, then gave Catcher a look of mock irritation. "Nice going, Gandalf. You'll rile her up, and I'll never get her tucked in. You wanna give her candy and caffeine while you're at it?”

“So," says Lev, as casually as he can, "you wanna dance?" "Do you believe in the end of the world?" she responds. Lev shrugs. "I don't know. Why?" "Because the day after that is when I'll dance with you.”

“Sometimes I wanna kill, sometimes I wanna die, sometimes I wanna destroy, sometimes I wanna cry; sometimes I could get even, sometimes I could give up, sometimes I could give, sometimes I never give a f*ck.”

“Dancing isn't everything. But if you do it while you still can move, I guarantee that you'll have a hell of a good time. And look at it this way, wouldn't you rather dance while you are able, than find yourself unable to dance later--wishing that you could.”

“I picked up my flute and smiled, eyebrows dancing. "Why don't you show her your straight dance?""Is there a gay dance, too?" Mickey asked.”