That scene with the nuns from the movie Airplane, it always cracks me up.  That white soul just makes the indigestion worse.  (My theory?  It's the damn Catholics.  I can see some priest nervously instructing the young women: you're allowed to feel the rhythm ladies, just make sure you keep your legs closed.  Certainly that would explain all that contained rigidity.)

Dancing, like singing actually, is best done alone, in context, or when you're young.  It's a wonderful intuitive thing, but man, once you start showing it off, all bets are off.

Great piece.