PADDY
Thirty minutes a day of exercise. I can’t smoke. I can’t eat anything that tastes good. I can only work regular hours.
BOB
What does that mean, regular hours?
PADDY
Who the hell knows?
Paddy spies a bench
This is miserable. I’m done. We’re sitting.
BOB
It’s pretty lousy of you, I’ve got to say. I have a heart attack, so then you try to upstage…

