(upbeat techno music)
♪ Dance, whoa ♪
This is my friend, Naomi.
She's a dancer, too.
Is she now?
Yes and she's really good.
Where do you dance at darling?
At The Cheetah.
I don't know how good you are, darling,
and I don't know what it is you're good at,
but if it's at that The Cheetah,
it's not dancing, I know that much.
You don't know (beeps).
(upbeat techno music)
What kind of classes have you had?
Ice skating classes, Mr. Moss,
ballet classes, technique classes, stretch classes,
jazz classes, jazz-technique classes.
This show is called "Goddess,"
it ain't called classes.
See 'ya.
Showtime.
[Production Staff] Hey, is everybody here?
Let's go, let's line it up.
What are you looking at, (beeps)?
All right, you guys, let's go.
Let's do this, come on, go, go, go, go, go!
♪ Leaving your worries behind ♪
♪ Knowing what is wrong or right ♪
♪ We're gonna be the sign ♪
♪ We're gonna party tonight ♪
♪ Dance ♪
♪ We're gonna be this fine ♪
♪ Dance ♪
♪ We're gonna party tonight ♪
(upbeat techno music)
Just looking out for you.
♪ Dance ♪
♪ We're gonna be the sign ♪
♪ Dance ♪
♪ We're gonna party tonight ♪
Molly, this top is way too tight.
My breasts are just getting crushed in here.
I can loosen it for you. Okay.
(upbeat punk music)
Nice dress.
Thanks, I bought it at Versace.
(phone ringing)
In the forum.
(gasps) Oh yeah, Versace?
I love Versace. Yeah.
Me, too.
(upbeat punk music)
Did I do okay?
Yeah, you did fine.
(upbeat punk music)
You need more paint. Oh.
Let me do it, let me do it.
(exhales sharply)
(chuckles) How do you feel?
Oh, don't ask!
(upbeat punk music)
All right, you guys, let's go.
Let's do this.
(upbeat punk music continues)
I wanna see you dance
and I wanna see you smile.
Okay, show me your (beeps).
I got a topless show for Christ's sakes.
Let me see your (beeps).
(grunts) Higher!
Not that high.
Stay in sync!
One, two, three, cut!
Thrust it, thrust it!
Come on, thrust it, bop!
Okay.
That's enough, thank you ladies.
Jesus Christ, Marty, take a look at these (beeps).
What are these, watermelons?
This is a stage, babe.
It's not a patch.
See 'ya.
I've seen you before.
Yes, Mr. Moss.
I auditioned for you in January.
You told me to get my nose fixed.
Nose looks good.
Thank you, Mr. Moss. Nice smile too.
Thank you, Mr. Moss.
You know what though,
your ears are sticking out.
They are.
Come back and see me when you get 'em fixed.
See 'ya.
You need anything?
No.
Jack!
Yeah! What do you want?
Burger, fries, and soda.
Get her some brown rice, vegetables,
and a bottle of Evian.
Come back when you (beeps) some of those baby fat off.
Last chance, ice.
Pick it up, pick it up,
pick it up, pick it up.
Go, go! (dancers chattering)
Pick it up, let's go!
(upbeat techno music)