Melvin: Now, you see how that is, Dew? Girls're tricky business. Real tricky business. But you gotta let 'em know how you stand, see? Now you want a take this girl dancin'. You want to take Darlene to the dance.
Dewey: I'm not sayin I love her or nothin.
Melvin: But you gotta let her know what you're thinkin'.
Darlene: Hey, Melvin.
Melvin: We're tryin to talk man to man. You understand?
Darlene: What're you talkin about Melvin?
Melvin: We're talkin on how nice you're lookin', Darlene. My pal Dewey, he can't hardly stand it. Now you see how that is, Dew?
Darlene: You really think I look nice, Dewey?
Melvin: Tell her how it is, pal. Tell her you mean business.
Dewey: (crosses to Darlene, very shy) Hey, Darlene.
Darlene: Hey, Dewey.
Dewey: I don't love you or nothin'.
Melvin: Dewey, what're you sayin'?! That's not what he's meaning, Darlene.
Darlene: (A little upset) Well, what are you meanin?
Dewey: I guess I'm kind a wonderin what you might think about dancin.
Darlene: (warming) I like dancin just fine.
Dewey: Me too. I don't know how or nothin but I sure like to watch.
Melvin: This guy puts the dance floor to shame.
Darlene: Maybe you could teach me a step or two, Dewey.
Melvin: (referring to Dewey) Hell of a dancer.
Dewey: Well, my feet're kind of sore. I got planters warts,see?
Melvin: Now, Dewey that ain't the way to her heart.
Dewey: (exiting) I can't dance if my feet hurt.
