Greg

Today was the first day I've worked out... since the Central Park mini-marathon. -You ran the mini-marathon? -No, but I exercised that day.

Eleven-thirty. -Eleven-thirty? -Wait, wait, 10:30. Sorry.

The syrup. Would you pass the syrup? Oh, you want to try the syrup.

You know where I can get some good olives? -I can find out. -Would you? Sure. Oh, a project. That's a definite signal.

By the way, you look really great in that leotard. Thanks. That's no signal. Who wouldn't like me in this leotard? I look amazing in this leotard.

It's weird. I think I had a dream about you last night. Okay, he open-lips me, he dreams about me... we have an olive project, that's it. I'm asking this guy out.

Oh, my God. -I'm sorry. What were you saying? -It was nothing. Forget it.

See that guy right there? -Yeah. You mean him? -Yeah. I caught him urinating in the shower. I'm thinking about turning him in too.

I got the machine next, buddy. It's all yours.

Good. I think I'm gonna talk to her about that guy. We can't have people like that here. -Are you sure you wanna do that? -Yeah. He's disgusting. Besides, I'll take any chance I can to talk to her. -You're interested in her? -Very.

You know, Greg, I wouldn't do that if I were you. -Why? -Well, correct me if I'm wrong... but isn't it a violation of club policy... to not wipe down a machine after using it?

Oh, I see. You're friends with the urinator, aren't you? Yeah, well... at least he had a drain.