Marshall: Oh, my God. Oh! Oh, Mr. Cootes! Mr. Cootes, are you okay?!
Garrison Cootes: That was amazing! Did you see me?! I flew through the air like a human fireball and didn't get a scratch. Eat your heart out, Gail! God, I feel so alive! I want to drink a beer.
Marshall: Oh, yeah. Okay, one beer, coming right up.
Garrison Cootes: Oh, and, uh, Marshall, I think we'll take the night off tonight, okay?
Marshall: Sounds good, yeah.
Garrison Cootes: But I'll see you Monday?
Marshall: Of course.