Beverly: Well, make fun all you want, but you wouldn't last a minute in my class.
Erica: I get the feeling I'd manage.
Beverly: Put your money where your mouth is, come to class with me. When you collapse halfway through from exhaustion, I win. And then, we jazzercise three days a week for a month.
Erica: So, somehow, this has become a ploy to get me to hang with you?
Beverly: It is moving in that direction, yes.