Carlotta watches Matt dancing awkwardly in the living room, through the screen door. Somehow, she's able to shake it off and come inside, praising his "moves." He mumbles and stumbles and tells her to shut up like a thousand times, awesomely, and explains about how he has to dance at Pantherama. What's Pantherama? "This thing you have to take my Grandma to. Tomorrow night." He tells her about Tyra and Lyla's stupid (-ly wonderful) dance, and how they "somehow" decided that he needs to be in the front row, for reasons that remain mysterious to him, and that they have to take their shirts off. It all makes him very uncomfortable. Carlotta's all, "Like The Full Monty?" Already pulling out her wallet. He's like, "Oh God." He stretches out mournfully on the couch and vows to call in sick, and she's like, no. "If you are going to dance in front of people, you have to own it." (This actress makes this character into something that is not offensive. I feel the same way about Santiago. On paper, this is so not cool, and I say this as the obsessive/recapper of Gossip Girl, the inventor of "inclusion as insult," but they make the characters so real and sympathetic and appealing that I don't even notice.) She asks for a demonstration and as usual, Matt Saracen is adorable, and then things get very contrived, so you can fill in the blanks: she's like, "I am Latina and I know how to loosen up and have fun," and he's like, "I am a small-town white boy and I am afraid of the wild stallions of my sensuality," and she's like, "Put your hands on my fiery hips," and he's like, "But why? I am so innocent," and then he does that thing again where he just clicks into being a man, and starts smoldering directly at her, and it is so, so awesome.