“There you go again, tangoing in tap shoes...”
“look back. She's crossed her arms and is tapping her ugly shoe on the carpet. “You're doing it again,” she says. “What?” “You're turning all pasty and greenish. And you're muttering to yourself again. Can't you at least hide your complete aversion to me? A few more minutes in your company and I might as well go tie myself to a train track.”
“When you buy a new pair of shoes you can start all fresh again and have confendce on what you are going”
“-'I don't see what good it's going to do for you to waltz back in there and--'-'Can I tango back in there, instead? So much sexier than the waltz.”
“Tango Down”
“Daddy, What's the horizontal tango?”