[flashback:]
Marty: Blanche, you're not gonna believe this. I twisted my ankle. I can't dance.
Blanche: No, no, no, you have to.
Marty: I can't believe you're going to force me to dance all night in pain. I mean, if you win, you said you were gonna take all the money. What do I get out of this evening?
Blanche: Come here. [whispers in Marty's ear]
Marty: Let's samba.