It was summer of 1957 and Harold goes to pick up his date, Connie Sue. Harold's a pretty hip guy with his own car and a ducktail hairdo. When he goes to the front door, Connie Sue's father answers and invites him in. "Connie Sue's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?" he says. That's cool. Connie Sue's father asks Harold what they are planning to do. Harold replies politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive-in-movie. Connie Sue's father 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, "Whaaaat?" "Yeah," says Connie Sue's father, "We know Connie 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, Connie 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 Dad is saying, "Have a good evening kids," with a small wink for Harold. About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Connie Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father: "Dammit Daddy! The Twist. It's called the Twist."