"All dancing is a replacement for sex."
"What goes on behind the scenes of DWTS is rated M for mature
. Our dress rehearsals need to find a way on to cable television. They're dirty. They're nasty. They're funny. They would never be allowed on broadcast T.V., and it's some of the best material ever."
. Our dress rehearsals need to find a way on to cable television. They're dirty. They're nasty. They're funny. They would never be allowed on broadcast T.V., and it's some of the best material ever." — Erin Andrews
"In night clubs all across America, dancing is a prelude to fornication, homosexuality and abortion. People place their hands all over each other, violating God's warnings against lust lasciviousness and unholy thoughts."
— David J. Stewart, All Dancing is Dirty
"Worldly is that which is sensual, that which stimulates, titillates, or inflames the flesh. This includes many dating activities such as kissing, petting (sex with your clothes on), or dancing (sex with your clothes on standing up)."
"Before your daddy taught me 'bout romance
Well I'd drive a thirty mile dirt road in the 'bird
Just to catch a dance
That's how your momma, Nelda Jean Prudie
Had fun"
Well I'd drive a thirty mile dirt road in the 'bird
Just to catch a dance
That's how your momma, Nelda Jean Prudie
Had fun"
— KT Oslin, "Momma Was A Dancer"
"Slow down and dance with me, yeah, slow
Skip a beat and move with my body, yeah, slow"
Skip a beat and move with my body, yeah, slow"
— Kylie Minogue, "Slow"
Báilame como si fuera la última veznote
Y enséñame ese pasito que no sénote
Un besito bien suavecito, bebénote
Taki taki, taki taki, ¡rumba!
Y enséñame ese pasito que no sénote
Un besito bien suavecito, bebénote
Taki taki, taki taki, ¡rumba!
Sexy girl, dime qué va' a hacer?note
Yo quiero ver, saber lo que tú sabe' hacernote
Báila como lo hiciste ayernote
Amanecemo', prende, nos vamo' a bebernote , baby!
Yo quiero ver, saber lo que tú sabe' hacernote
Báila como lo hiciste ayernote
Amanecemo', prende, nos vamo' a bebernote , baby!
Then comes the Meeting: he hypnotizes her with "Night and Day." Here, above all, dance will essentialize action, as Astaire uses the pas de deux to deepen the meaning of the love plot virtually to Boy Fucks Girl. Certainly, the look of wonder on Luce's face at dance's end, preserved in a photograph, suggests that she has undergone more than a turn around the ballroom.
— Ethan Mordden on the 1932 Broadway musical Gay Divorce
"Now, salsa is just...you want me! You can't have me! You want me! You can't have me!"
— Lydia, One Day at a Time (2017)
This is where we invented the lambada and the macarena. Now we are working on our most powerful dance: the penetrada! It makes sex look like a church!
— Samba instructor, The Simpsons, "Blame it on Lisa"
"In the midst of a torrid Cha-Cha-Cha, performed without benefit of escort, Anita started coming out of her form-hugging black gown like a snake shedding its skin. Her zipper and shoulder strap burst simultaneously, revealing two panoramic additions to the Seven Hills of Rome."
— Benito Carlo,Jr, How Anita Ekberg Was Duped Into A Roman Orgy
Alejandro: Well, that’s the way they dance in Madrid these days... Excuse me, Don Rafael, I need to catch my breath. Your daughter is a very spirited dancer!
Don Rafael: "Spirited..." Thank you for putting it so delicately.
Don Rafael: "Spirited..." Thank you for putting it so delicately.
As they moved out over the glassy blue deep, Belît came to the poop. Her eyes were burning like those of a she-panther in the dark as she tore off her ornaments, her sandals and her silken girdle and cast them at his feet. Rising on tiptoe, arms stretched upward, a quivering line of naked white, she cried to the desperate horde: "Wolves of the blue sea, behold ye now the dance—the mating-dance of Belît, whose fathers were kings of Askalon!"
And she danced, like the spin of a desert whirlwind, like the leaping of a quenchless flame, like the urge of creation and the urge of death. Her white feet spurned the blood-stained deck and dying men forgot death as they gazed frozen at her. Then, as the white stars glimmered through the blue velvet dusk, making her whirling body a blur of ivory fire, with a wild cry she threw herself at Conan's feet, and the blind flood of the Cimmerian's desire swept all else away as he crushed her panting form against the black plates of his corseleted breast.''
And she danced, like the spin of a desert whirlwind, like the leaping of a quenchless flame, like the urge of creation and the urge of death. Her white feet spurned the blood-stained deck and dying men forgot death as they gazed frozen at her. Then, as the white stars glimmered through the blue velvet dusk, making her whirling body a blur of ivory fire, with a wild cry she threw herself at Conan's feet, and the blind flood of the Cimmerian's desire swept all else away as he crushed her panting form against the black plates of his corseleted breast.''
