It’s the summer of 1957 and Harold goes to pick up his date, PeggySue. Harold’s a pretty hip guy with his own car and a duck tail hairdo. When he goes to the front door, PeggySue’s mother answers and invites him in.
“PeggySue’s not ready yet, so why don’t you have a seat?” she says. That’s cool. PeggySue’s mother asks Harold what they’re planning to do. Harold replies politely that they will probably just go for a drink or to movies.
PeggySue’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 PeggySue’s mother, “We know PeggySue 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, PeggySue 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 dishevelled PeggySue 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!”