2. Dan and Casey are walking through the hallway to their office.
CASEY: Since when did you become such a big fan of women's boxing?
DAN: What's not to love? Boxers are some of the best athletes in the world.
CASEY: How would you know?
DAN: [Bouncing a basketball off the wall opposite his chair.] Remember when you took Charlie camping last month? I was here, covering the Frazier-Ali fight.
CASEY: Dan, that fight happened when you were, like, twelve.
DAN: [Staring at Casey.} Laila "Madame Butterfly" Ali and Jacquelyn Frazier- Lynd. It was beautiful, man. In round four Ali clobbered Frazier with a right uppercut. Frazier never really recovered. Amazing.
[Dan is standing on his desk, shadowboxing, when Jeremy walks in.]
JEREMY: [Throwing a box on Casey's desk.] The tape from last night's Penguins-Devils game. Hey, Dan.
DAN: Hey, Jer.
JEREMY: [Slightly wary] What'cha doin'?
CASEY: He's relating the Frazier-Ali fight to me.
JEREMY: For the heavyweight championship in 1971?
CASEY: No--women's boxing. In June.
JEREMY: Oh. I caught that one. The 'sweet science' in its truest form.
CASEY: Really?
JEREMY: Truly. I was in awe. Skilful punch after skilful punch. If it were physically possible, I would have Leila Ali's children.
[Jeremy leaves and Dan is still shadowboxing on his desk.]
CASEY: Huh.
[Dan jumps off his desk and begins typing at his computer.]
CASEY: You comin' out with all of us after the show?
DAN: Nah. I think I'll just go home and do my laundry.
CASEY: [pauses] That is just about the lamest excuse I've ever heard.
DAN: It's t rue. If I don't do laundry tonight, soon I'll have to come to work in my pyjamas.
CASEY: Liar.
DAN: They're not flattering, Case. Red flannel.
CASEY: You are SO lying. Soon you'll be saying that you have to go home to program your VCR. You haven't been out after the show in nearly a month.
DAN: My Aunt Helen gave them to me. They've got little trains on them.
CASEY: [Pauses, tapping his pencil.] This can mean only one thing. Either you've started dating someone new, or you've joined a cult.
DAN: That's two things.
[Silence.]
CASEY: C'mon, Danny! Who is she? If you didn't tell me, she either works here or you're embarrassed of her. Or, it's really serious.
DAN: Do I have to tell you everything?
CASEY: I'm your best friend!
DAN: Did you tell me when you started sleeping with Sally? Did you tell me when Dana put the dating embargo into effect? No.
CASEY: No, I didn't. But you're a much better person than I am, Danny. Did you tell Natalie?
[Dan stares Casey down.]
CASEY: Dumb question. So does she work here?
[Dan remains silent.]
CASEY: Maybe she's got a hairlip. Or a limp. Or a glass eye. Maybe she's got a hairlip, a limp AND a glass eye. Or maybe she's a pro-athlete.
[Dan snaps his pencil.]
CASEY: A pro-athlete, Danny? Wow. Is she a figure skater? A gymnast? Tennis player? If I were Dan, who would I not tell my best friend in the entire world who I was dating? I'VE GOT IT!
[Isaac stops outside the office door.]
ISAAC: What have you got, Casey?
CASEY: Dan is dating Mia Hamm!
DAN: The soccer player?
ISAAC: Won't Olivia be shocked.
CASEY: Her name is Olivia?
DAN: [To Isaac] Why did you have to tell him?
ISAAC: You have to throw the boy a bone sometimes, Daniel. Otherwise, his head's likely to explode.
CASEY: Since when did you become such a big fan of women's boxing?
DAN: What's not to love? Boxers are some of the best athletes in the world.
CASEY: How would you know?
DAN: [Bouncing a basketball off the wall opposite his chair.] Remember when you took Charlie camping last month? I was here, covering the Frazier-Ali fight.
CASEY: Dan, that fight happened when you were, like, twelve.
DAN: [Staring at Casey.} Laila "Madame Butterfly" Ali and Jacquelyn Frazier- Lynd. It was beautiful, man. In round four Ali clobbered Frazier with a right uppercut. Frazier never really recovered. Amazing.
[Dan is standing on his desk, shadowboxing, when Jeremy walks in.]
JEREMY: [Throwing a box on Casey's desk.] The tape from last night's Penguins-Devils game. Hey, Dan.
DAN: Hey, Jer.
JEREMY: [Slightly wary] What'cha doin'?
CASEY: He's relating the Frazier-Ali fight to me.
JEREMY: For the heavyweight championship in 1971?
CASEY: No--women's boxing. In June.
JEREMY: Oh. I caught that one. The 'sweet science' in its truest form.
CASEY: Really?
JEREMY: Truly. I was in awe. Skilful punch after skilful punch. If it were physically possible, I would have Leila Ali's children.
[Jeremy leaves and Dan is still shadowboxing on his desk.]
CASEY: Huh.
[Dan jumps off his desk and begins typing at his computer.]
CASEY: You comin' out with all of us after the show?
DAN: Nah. I think I'll just go home and do my laundry.
CASEY: [pauses] That is just about the lamest excuse I've ever heard.
DAN: It's t rue. If I don't do laundry tonight, soon I'll have to come to work in my pyjamas.
CASEY: Liar.
DAN: They're not flattering, Case. Red flannel.
CASEY: You are SO lying. Soon you'll be saying that you have to go home to program your VCR. You haven't been out after the show in nearly a month.
DAN: My Aunt Helen gave them to me. They've got little trains on them.
CASEY: [Pauses, tapping his pencil.] This can mean only one thing. Either you've started dating someone new, or you've joined a cult.
DAN: That's two things.
[Silence.]
CASEY: C'mon, Danny! Who is she? If you didn't tell me, she either works here or you're embarrassed of her. Or, it's really serious.
DAN: Do I have to tell you everything?
CASEY: I'm your best friend!
DAN: Did you tell me when you started sleeping with Sally? Did you tell me when Dana put the dating embargo into effect? No.
CASEY: No, I didn't. But you're a much better person than I am, Danny. Did you tell Natalie?
[Dan stares Casey down.]
CASEY: Dumb question. So does she work here?
[Dan remains silent.]
CASEY: Maybe she's got a hairlip. Or a limp. Or a glass eye. Maybe she's got a hairlip, a limp AND a glass eye. Or maybe she's a pro-athlete.
[Dan snaps his pencil.]
CASEY: A pro-athlete, Danny? Wow. Is she a figure skater? A gymnast? Tennis player? If I were Dan, who would I not tell my best friend in the entire world who I was dating? I'VE GOT IT!
[Isaac stops outside the office door.]
ISAAC: What have you got, Casey?
CASEY: Dan is dating Mia Hamm!
DAN: The soccer player?
ISAAC: Won't Olivia be shocked.
CASEY: Her name is Olivia?
DAN: [To Isaac] Why did you have to tell him?
ISAAC: You have to throw the boy a bone sometimes, Daniel. Otherwise, his head's likely to explode.