youth is like an amputated leg. long after it's gone, you still feel it.
here comes the life of the party.
you know, they could've at least asked us to sing. we'd refuse, of course, but they could've asked us.
jumping jehosophat!
what if we're witnessing the end of touch dancing?
okay.
what, why?
that commie beatnik? what's she doing with him? wait'll i tell charlie.