Ow, ow, ow, ow.

She's insane.

The woman is insane.

It's before work, it's after work, it's during work.

She's got me doing butt clenches at my desk.

And now, they won't bring me my mail anymore.

Oh, my God.

Monica, it's 6.30 in the morning.

We're not working out.

It's over.

No way!

With one pound to go?

Come on!

We're working, we're moving, we're in this stuff, we're grooving.

Okay, I don't...

I don't mind the last pound, okay?

In fact, I kind of like the last pound.

Okay, so don't make me do anything that I'll regret.

Oh, what you gonna do, fat boy, huh?

What?

Nothing.

Except tell you I think it's wonderful how much energy you have.

Oh, thanks.

I mean, especially considering how tough it's been for you to find work.

I don't know.

You know, I mean, you can't tell your parents you were fired because they'd be disappointed.

Uh-huh.

And it's not as if you have a boyfriend's shoulder to cry on.

Well, no, but I...

I mean, if it were me, I think I'd have difficulty just getting out of bed at all.

You know, I try to stay positive.

So you...

You feel like going for a run?

All right.

Because, you know, you don't have to.

If you want, you could just take a nap right here.

Okay.

Just for a little while.

Okay.