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Marvin and Marita have no international headquarters, they have no grand ballroom, and they have... no students.

So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

That's probably Marvin, my tall, handsome, distinguished gentleman.

Now, giving these lessons will tide us over until we can put one together.

Now, don't you worry, Mr. Marvin.

I'll go get it.

All right, now you get on the phone and find somebody to win some free lessons.

Why, you must be a professional dancer.

Marvin, there's Granny and Mr. Clampett.

I keep forgetting which to move.

Of course, I did a pretty mean Charleston in college.

Didn't the possum sausages work?