The Forbidden Dance Page #3

I'm not gonna put up with him

out dancing night after night- -

All right, all right,

I hear you.

Here we are,

home sweet home.

Where were we? Oh, yeah.

That dance you taught me.

- The Lambada.

- Yeah. Why is it called...

- ...the forbidden dance?

- Fifty years ago...

...the government of Brazil

forbid it because it was too sexy.

- Get out of town.

- Really.

- Yeah?

- Really.

- It has been fun, but the dress.

- Don't worry about the dress, all right?

It's my mom's dress

and she's my mom. All right?

I'll handle it. No sweat.

- I just can't take- -

- Okay. Jesus.

- Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

- Good evening.

- Well, good night.

- Jason!

We want to talk to you. Alone.

Sure, Dad. I won't be long.

What's up?

What were you doing with that girl?

- We went dancing.

- Dancing? In my dress?

- You let her steal my dress?

- Mom, I stole it.

Jason, that dress was just cleaned

yesterday.

- Well, it's still clean, but it- -

- Clean?

For God's sakes! Her perspiration

will have soaked right into the dress.

- That's gonna smell nice.

- I don't even want to think about it.

Jason, you gotta

understand something.

This isn't about a dress

or even about the girl. It's about- -

- Nobody saw us, all right?

- Jason, it isn't proper to date the help.

You just don't do that. They're

different from us. You can see that.

Your father and I

don't feel it's fair to us...

...that you spend your time

running in and out of dance clubs.

Mother, I dance.

I like it, and I'm good at it.

That's wonderful, Jason. But we

want you to think about your life!

Okay. All right,

I'll think about it.

You'd better do something about it...

...or you're going to find yourself

out on the street without a cent.

- Am I making myself clear?

- Yeah.

We don't want you fraternizing

with the hired help.

We went dancing.

We didn't go to bed.

Well, I should hope not.

There's enough of those people in

the world without you fathering more.

Will you keep it down?

She might hear you.

I want her to hear me!

And I want her out of my dress.

- About the dress- -

- What about it?

I hope you realize

it's a Christian Dior original...

...and it cost me more

than that maid makes in a year.

- So get her out of it.

- Okay. Okay, fine, all right.

I'll get the damn maid

out of your dress.

Nisa.

- Have mercy. Hello, hello.

- Hello.

Hello. Come on down.

- What can we do for you?

- I can dance for money?

You can dance.

Hey, that's great.

Mickey!

- She wants to dance.

- Welcome to the Xtasy, love.

- I'm Mickey. I run the show.

- Hello, Mickey.

If you'd like to dance for money,

you should dance for me.

I run a class operation.

You would like to dance,

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