Barry: When will this "Dirty Dancing" oppression end? When will everybody cut loose, footloose, lick off your sundae spoons?
Lainey: Sweetie, I keep telling you, the song is not about ice cream.
Barry: You don't know! No one does.

Beverly: He came back and danced dirty, and so will you after I march down to that school and give Principal Ball a piece of my mind.
Erica: No. Let me march.
Beverly: You want to march?
Erica: I do.
Beverly: Down there?
Erica: Yes.
Beverly: To demand unrealistic changes to school policy, with a complete disdain for reason and common sense?
Erica: I learned from the best.
Beverly: I've never been prouder to call you my daughter.
Erica: And I've never been proud to be your daughter until now.

Beverly: Inappropriate?!
Erica: "Wildly inappropriate."
Beverly: That piece of human [bleep] doesn't know what's inappropriate for children.