"And... Step two three, one two three, step two three... Come on, gentlemen, you can do better than that!"
"Jesse, this is humiliating... why do I have to take a dance class?"
"James, be quiet and listen to the instructor!"
"Step two three... Hold her hand, young man!"
James blushed bright red and took Jesse's hand in his. "She's worse than Jessebelle," he muttered.
"Oh, be quiet!" Jesse said. "Ow!" She pulled back when he stomped on her foot again.
"I'm no good at this, Jesse," James said, looking at her pathetically. "Can we please go home?"
"I paid for these dance lessons, and you're going to take them!"
"But why?"
"Because it might give you some decent coordination!"
"But Jesse..." he whined.
"Be quiet and dance!"
"And... Step two three, one two three, step two three..."