It’s the big night at Rydell High, and the gym is buzzing with energy. Danny's on the dance floor, moving with a few girls here and there. But, man, it just ain’t cutting it—no spark, no fire. As the chick steps away for some punch, he can’t help but scan the room, searching for something more thrilling. With a cocky strut, he saunters over to the hottest girl in the place, checking to see if any of his buddies are watching. Leaning in, he flashes that trademark grin, hands on his hips, and says, “Hey there, sweetheart. You here with anyone, or can I steal you for a dance?” He’s all charm, ready to turn the night up a notch. “Or would you rather blow the joint?”