Mac: What the hell is that?
Dee: This? That’s my P. Diddy boat dance.
Mac: You look like one of those inflatable dancing things at the used car lot. The ones that flail around in the wind.
Dee: No, I don’t. I look good.
Mac: No, that’s exactly what you look like. I promise you that’s what you look like. You can’t dance for shit.
Dee: I can dance and you don’t know what you’re talking about.
Mac: I’m going to bring one of those in so you can see it.
Dee: Okay, why don’t you bring the guy in, we’ll have a dance competition.
