I saw him do a No More Potatoes Dance, after he saw me stuff the last of the mashed potatoes in my pocket.


I don’t want to step on anybody’s toes, particularly not mine. Especially not when I am dancing alone.

You're dancing on me said the cosmic dragon, the galactic surface of all we can see.So fucking what? she said.

I'm tipsy." I corrected, "and it's my birthday and I want to dance. Come one, Linc, it won't kill you.

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.

Dancing can reveal the soul even to the people who are too blind to see it and to the people who are too deaf to hear it

There were bickerings, outright fights, screaming tantrums, but Ted's vision of the Greater Denishawn had come true.

I’m an amazing dancer. Of course, to the casual observer, my dancing looks like I’m walking and then sitting.

It's like they've forgotten everything important, isn't it? I mean, forgotten things like cats and dancing exist.

With friends like me, who needs mannequins? My love for you is statuesque. Come, let us dance like we’re made of stone.

God, I love the waltz, the way the elegance of the one-count draws your attention away from the restlessness of the two-three.

I want to be the first and second man to dance on the moon. No, I won’t moonwalk. But I will Cha Cha—with my clone.

A great band name would be Tickling Whiskers. Especially if the lead singer is a cat. I’d love to audition for backup dancer.

Near the end of his life he went into a tirade about people who had been "disloyal" to him, triggered by the most recent defection.

I took baby steps to overcome my embarrassment over my tiny infant feet. Would you dance with me even if I had the moves of a midget?