Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I understand that you don't have a date to the prom.
You took your ring back.
Doesn't she look pretty, Richard?
I thought Mrs. Gavin was going to sit for us tonight.
Oh, well, she had a gallbladder attack. I'm filling in for her.
I've heard of sore losers, but this is ridiculous.
She's 72 years old. She probably hasn't danced since V-J Day.
Maybe I'll see you there.
You shouldn't. You're the one who broke up.
Oh, well, that's nice.
Now, I'm gonna see spots all night long.
Very nice, very nice.
Mr. Escort, let's get inside, and Miss Teen Angel.
Oh, now, Marion, I'm too old to run around oak trees.
Chaperones aren't supposed to dance when they're on duty.
You don't like my threads?
- Well, is it spiked? - No.
- Any new songs? - Yeah, this one by Pat Boone.
If you loved me, you would.
Oh, Mrs. Frawley, you look like a young girl dancing like that.
I'm not happy about this, Sandy.
- Thanks, Fonzie. - Sure.
You better be on your toes, Richard.