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don't just stand there with your mouth flapping.
- Who's in charge? - Good evening, gentlemen.
Barney and I thought that if we could take dancing lessons...
Coming, Fred. Wait for me.
Good, we'll take it.
Well, if we were volunteer firemen...
Do you solemnly swear you will answer the fire bell whenever it rings...
- Go ahead and call, Betty. - Okay.
- Fred is not that civic-minded. - Neither is Barney.
- The Hopi... - And if you ever met a Hopi Indian...
It's only a lesson, Barney, an education.
this is Miss Pitchblend, your partner.
Four lessons a night, every night, and we might make it.
- After the dance you'll want to eat. - I'll bring sandwiches.
and I'll introduce you to your dancing teachers.
You know, I've been thinking the same thing.
Bills, magazines, advertisements, that's all I deliver.
So you could go dancing for us?
Now, if you gentlemen will leave your coats here...
Barney, how come you wait till now to tell me?