It's the summer of 1957 and Harold goes to pick up his date, Peggy Sue.
Harold's a pretty hip guy with his own car and a ducktail hairdo. When he
goes to the front door, Peggy Sue's mother answers and invites him in.
"Peggy Sue's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?" she says.
That's
cool.
Peggy Sue's mother asks Harold what they're planning to do. Harold replies
politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive
in movie. Peggy Sue's mother responds, "Why don't you kids go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it."
Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Harold and he says "Wha...aaat?"
"Yeah," says Peggy Sue's mother, "We know Peggy Sue really likes to
screw;
why, she'd screw all night if we let her!"
Harold's eyes light up and he smiles from ear to ear. Immediately, he has
revised the plans for the evening.
A few minutes later, Peggy Sue comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt
with her saddle shoes, and announces that she's ready to go.
Almost breathless with anticipation, Harold escorts his date out the front
door while Mom is saying, "Have a good evening kids," with a small wink for
Harold.
About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Peggy Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her, and screams at her mother:
"Dammit, Mom! The Twist! The Twist! It's called The Twist"
