Gym Rescue

[Randy talks with Frank, who stormed out of the gym after getting shoved by Craig, the gym's owner]

Randy Couture:
Obviously, you pushed a button. [Frank hugely shrugs his shoulders] Maybe stomped on a button.

[the gym, in an industrial zone, has a bad location]

Frank Shamrock:
Maybe that's the workout - finding the gym.

Samatha Taylor:
[explaining a sales step] I wanna know that you believe in what you do [slams her fist into her hand] and that I can trust you with my money and my body.

Frank Shamrock:
[to Craig, the gym's owner, about gym expert Randy Couture] Why is Randy the only energy in this room?

Craig Marx:
Randy isn't the only energy.

Frank Shamrock:
Why can I hear his voice over yours?

Craig Marx:
'Cause he's got a louder voice.

[sitting in their car, watching a trainer via a camera in the gym]

Randy Couture:
Batting practice? [Randy and Frank laugh] There's only six, seven people standing around.

Frank Shamrock:
No warning... she's swinging a bat in the middle of the gym.

[roleplaying a sales close]

Samatha Taylor:
Tell me about your sales plan... What are the prices?

Craig Marx:
[hemming and hawing] [Samatha gets a bewildered look on her face] Umm, okay, uh, $40 an hour for, ahh, twice a week.

Samatha Taylor:
I gotta talk to my husband.

Craig Marx:
Does your husband make all the decisions for you in the household?

Samatha Taylor:
[pursing her lips and shaking her head from side to side in disgust at Craig's response] [Frank Shamrock hangs his head and covers his eyes with one hand] Now you just ticked me off. You're done. You might as well just shut the dang doors and close your business.