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: I actually ran the London Marathon Dennis
: Oh that's a coincidence. Whit
: Why's that? Dennis
: Oh, I watched it on the tele... well... the last hour... I sleep in on Sundays.
: I mean, you can see my point can't you? Dennis
: Yes, yes I can.
: Excuse me, can I just stop you there. Whit
: Yes...? Dennis
: Oh, I don't have anything to say... I just wanted to stop you there.
[during the race
: Isn't it enough? Whit
: What? Dennis
: You got the girl, all right? Isn't it enough? Whit
: I just think it's high time you realized that it's over, sir! Otherwise, it's gonna be very tough for you when we move to Chicago! Dennis
: What? Whit
: [off their pace, trying to discourage Dennis
] You'd better slow down there, chief! You've got a long way to go! Dennis
: Yeah, well - so have you!
[Dennis accelerates past Whit
: Oh, yeah! Yes, I like it! Run, fatboy, run!
[Whit takes his lead back, but as Dennis passes him one more time...
: I can lose weight... but you'll always be an arsehole!
: Where you goin, where you going? You gotta be kiddin me, Dennis? You can't be serious! The guy left you at the alter, pregnant! Libby
: [Puts Whit's wedding ring on the table
] Nobody's perfect. Whit
: Libby, Libby... Jake
: What a shithead.
: [At the hospital, after Jake plays with the hospital bed causing it to fall backwards
] God dam it WILL YOU STOP MESSING AROUND WITH THE BED YA LITTLE SHIT?
: Jake, buddy, can I control the bed please? Jake
: No, but you can watch me control it.