“If I can't dance to it, it's not my revolution.”
“If I can't have a revolution, what is there to dance about.”
“I can't belly dance.'Yes, you can. It's in your fi--'Will you stop reading my goddamn file!”
“I dance for no reason, for reasons you can't dance, Call me an activist of intellectualized circumstance You can't learn my steps until you unlearn your thoughts Spirit, soul, can't be store-bought.”
“Dance, my darling dance! If you dance then death can't catch you! Nothing bad can touch you! Dance!”
“I'd known him less then forty-eight hours and already I'd seen how he looked when he came, tasted his cooking, and had my ass handed to me playing Dance Dance Revolution, and now I was going to practically be living with him.”