Dan leans back in his chair, chewing his pencil. “At 27, the skip is the oldest member of the team,” he reads off the sheet.

“The Danish national curling team.”

“Yes.”

“What’s a skip?”

“I dunno. I think it might be the brooms they use.”

Casey swivels his chair around to raise his eyebrows at Dan. “The oldest member of the Danish national curling team is a broom?”

“Take it up with Jeremy, he wrote this.”

“I can’t believe this is the more sane topic of conversation,” Jeremy said as he leaned forward around her and addressed Dan, “but if you don’t play golf, how can you have given it up?”

“By declaring it.” Dan stood up. “I have given up golf,” he announced again. He looked around to make sure everyone heard him before returning to his seat. “See?”

Where Dan's sure it's the bad kind of day, Casey's an idiot (in Dana's opinion) and Sports Illustrated's list of 100 Most Influential People is leaked earlier than it should be.

"You promised you wouldn't bring that up ever again."

Dan gave the pen a casual flip. "I lied."

"Forgotten, you said. Wiped from your memory, you said."

"You can't expect me to let material like that go to waste. I'm a writer, Casey."

"Apparently you're also a liar."

Danny shrugs. "I've always been a little obtuse," he says. "I think God made me prettier to compensate, though."

"Danny."

Actually, Danny's plenty smart. Certainly smart enough to know not to push someone into homicidal rage when he's alone with them in an elevator, so he holds his hands up.

"I have it on reliable authority that you're, and I quote, 'acting weird'." "Not much of a quote." "Sources are being remarkably cagey, so I figured I'd go to the -" dammit - "source." Dan didn't respond, other than to toss him the thesaurus.

She ran into Isaac in the hallway. "Isaac! Dan and Casey are - "

"If you're going to finish that sentence with anything other than 'in their seats in the studio' or 'on fire' I don't want to hear it," Isaac told her.

“So you think it’s a ghost.”

“I do.”

“So what are we going to do about it?”

“I’m going to call a guy.”

“You’re going to call a guy?”

“I am.”

“You know a guy who can take care of this?”

“I do.”

He's never had a job that has made him want to work extra hours, come in Saturdays and nights, spend his free time thinking about it. But now, Sunday afternoon in the summer when his friends are at cookouts, or watching the game, he's here.

“Let’s get this straight. Using the first person plural you, second person singular, invited me, first person singular, out whilst including me in the original first person plural grouping.”

It matters just as much where we come from as where we end up.

"I think we should make this a regular thing."

Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but only in a very inadequate dictionary.

Then go! On shiksa, on blondie, on WASP'y and whitebread. On -- that's really all I had, there.

It would be very, very bad to get caught trading innuendo with his co-anchor on the twenty-yard-line of Three Rivers Stadium.