Nick Tortelli: Hold it a minute, Floyd. A great wrong is about to be done. You know me. I'm Nick Tortelli. High school class of '62, '63, '64. Uh, the reason I didn't win this contest is because my partner stunk. And I refuse to leave until I show you how it's done with my ex-lovely wife, Carla.
Loretta: Nicky.
Nick Tortelli: Come on, Carla.
Carla: Forget it, Nick.
Nick Tortelli: Floyd, "Unchained Melody." [Nick stares at Carla, who tries to avoid his gaze. Slowly, Carla's hand rises to reach Nick's. He grabs her hand and pulls her into his arms. They start to dance.]