Ryan: [Seth has been smoking pot due to stress of going to college] Well, it's-it's-it's almost 3:30. Isn't our interview at 4:00?
Seth: [high] What're you talking about?
[looks at clock]
Seth: Hey, how'd that happen?
Ryan: Well, are you ready?
Seth: Am I ready? Do me a favor.
[pulls up shirt sleeve and feels bicep]
Seth: Go ahead and feel that. Feel that puppy right there.
Ryan: No, dude, no.
Seth: Okay, you don't wanna touch another man. I get it.
[Ryan frowns and sniffs the air]
Seth: I get it. You find my slender swimmers body, um, intimidating.
Ryan: [confused] Something smells.
Seth: No, it doesn't. No, it doesn't. But they say the first sign of, uh, a brain tumor is, uh, phantom smells, so you should lie down.
[Ryan finds can of air freshener]
Seth: Hey. Hey. You solved it. You figured it out. That's- You're mystery solver. You're like Encyclopedia Brown. Remember Encyclopedia Brown? He went on down to Texas to solve the mystery of the Great Shootout.
[Ryan raises his eyebrows]
Seth: Hey, how bout this for a change? How bout in a cage match, Encyclopedia Brown versus The Great Brain
[Looks at Ryan completely straight faced]
Seth: to the death.
Ryan: [pause] Are you high?
Seth: Am I high? No! No, come on, man. I love when you go for the comedy.
[Ryan looks at Seth and goes over to the desk]
Seth: But I would not quit your day job beatin up, uh, people.
[Ryan moves the book off of the ashtray]
Seth: I wouldn't.
Seth: [Ryan picks up ashtray and holds it out to Seth] I don't know how that got there.