Chuck: Boss man!
Jim: Mike! Mike, you okay?
Mike: I got it, I got it. I'm fine.
Wayne: [loudly] That was a big fall!
Jim: Oh, no, you're bleeding. You want me to get you some ointment for that?
Chuck: Dude, you really ate gravel. What did you trip on? I mean, physically.
Mike: Well, I didn't trip. It's... There's something wrong with the step, or... maybe it was a rock.
Jim: It just seemed like you forgot how to walk for a second. That happens to my mom sometimes. She's 78.
Wayne: [loudly] Do you have a concussion?! I got one when I dived into that dry pool!
Chuck: Yeah, somebody should really drive you home. I got room on my dirt bike.
Jim: No, I can take him. Then I can sew up those pants.
Mike: No one's getting near my pants. Just go back to work.
Wayne: [loudly] But it's the end of the day!
Mike: Then just go home.
Jim: [to Chuck and Wayne] It's hard to see your heroes fall.