“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."

"Isaac, you were supposed to retire years ago," Dana says. She's sitting in front of his desk, leafing through a Real Simple magazine. Dana has big plans to live simple. Isaac doubts she's ever actually finished unpacking her apartment.

"I already did that. Retirement is boring."

"You could play golf," Dan says. He's reading over Dana's shoulder.

"I'm black, Danny."

"Tiger Woods is black."

"But I am also cool."

"Are you saying Tiger Woods isn't cool, Isaac?" Dana asks, surprised.

"No one who owns that many polo shirts is cool."

You probably won't believe it either, but I swear everything I'm about to tell you is true.

"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.

Natalie pulled the grape sucker out of her mouth with a pop and pointed it at Casey. "For implying that I am a witch, your pants privileges have hereby been revoked." "Hey!" Casey protested. Dan patted Casey's shoulder. "Should've stuck with Henry V."

"Also, you like to make Dan leave the Northeast corridor every once in a while?"

"You're on the right track."

"And he might run into Civil War reenactors and freak out?"

"There's that."

"And it's fun to say Chattanooga?"

"There you have it.

"But if Hansbrough was lost," Dan said. "And hungry. And it was just him, and you, and no food, in the dark alley. He might eat you. Or Noah's black market babies." "He's a power forward, Danny, not a cannibal."

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