Ray: But, Mom.
Marie: What?
Ray: Maybe I'll-- I don't know. I'll go with you.
Marie: No, that's all right, dear, you don't have to.
Ray: No. I want to.
Marie: You want to go dancing?
Ray: Well, I don't know about that, but we can hang.
Marie: Don't be silly. We'll foxtrot.
Ray: Look, I don't know how to do that.
Marie: Yes you do. You remember your cousin Gene's wedding?
Ray: I was 13.
Marie: But you were very good. All right, just follow me now. It's step-step, quick step. Count with me.