A Girl Named Pixley

Natalie, where are we right now?
New York City.
Natalie-
The City of Lights.
PARIS is the City of Lights.
We've got a lot of lights.

Well. We've got six minutes and twenty five second of show.  And our best hope is that a guy nobody's ever heard of DIES of nothing in particular.  Jeremy's got his heart set on winning an award, you're going going to tell him he's already lost...
And Casey's going out tonight with a girl named Pixley.

They're competitors like anyone else.
I don't consider what this guy does competing.
What do you consider it?
I consider it shoulting out "Faster" while eight preppy guys haul his lazy ass down the river.

Any new word on Darren Hoho?
Kehoe.
Kim: Is he the coxen?
He's the archer.
Any new word?
He's still alive, if that's what you're asking.
Aw man.
Dana.
Hey, do you think there's any chance he was gay?
DANA!
It'd make a better story.
He's on his death bed.
Natalie, I am about to make this man the most famous seventh-place archer in the history of sports, I think the very least he can do is die in a timely manner...and be gay.

Jeremy.  You know what sucks?
Losing an award?
I was gonna say not being able to dance with your wife.
I was gonna say that too, sir.