“Tracy danced over to me. "So, if I have to pretend to be a Beatle, can I be Yoko?”

“Can the future hsitory of the world be so fragile that it will not allow two high school teachers to meet and fall in love? To marry, to dance to Beatles tunes like "I Want to Hold Your Hand," and live unremarkable lives?”

“(The Skrull Beatles discuss their future.)"So when this is all over, are we still gonna be the Skrull Beatles then?""I quite fancy being the Skrull Monkees for a bit.""The dialogue's easier.""As long as I get to be Peter Tork.”

“Dance makes me better in all things. Dance makes me endure all things. Dance makes me a believer in taking what isordinary about myself and turning it into something extraordinary. I dance just because I can. It is important to tell you: If I can dance, so can you.”

“M. That’s what I call her, this normal, nonexistent me. It’s not that I’ve never done those things, kissed or danced or just “hung out.” I have. But it was put-on, a character, a lie. I am so good at it—lying—but I can’t lie to myself. I can pretend to be M; I can wear her like a mask. But I can’t be her. I’ll never be her.”

“He laughs. "Having a hard time resisting me after that dance?""That dance was..." I pretend great interest in my thumbs as I send the video file to my email and close the phone up. "Irresistible? Sensuous? Seductive?""Nauseating?”