The Man from Toronto

Lori:
If a paralegal screws up, they say they Teddyed it.

Teddy:
They named a screw-up after me?

Lori:
You're actually a verb now. [she chuckles]

Marty:
[he shows Teddy one of the flyers] See these flyers you made up? I spent my entire marketing budget on these things, and we ain't got one bite.

Teddy:
Marty, they're gonna come through that door any day, any minute. You just gotta be patient. You know that.

Marty:
Well, they would be. If you had put the address on this thing!

Teddy:
[he takes the flyer and opens it] What? I mean, who really needs addresses?

Marty:
My customers.

Teddy:
Then they'll call you, Marty.

Marty:
You left out the phone number too.

Teddy:
Dammit, did I?

Marty:
Teddy, you're a nice guy. You really are. But I need a dude with some grit.

Teddy:
Here's a little secret of mine. I love 19th-century American poetry. It's my hobby.

The Man from Toronto:
Let's hear some Keats.

Teddy:
You wanna hear her old stuff or her new stuff?

The Man from Toronto:
Well, he... Died at 25.

The Man from Toronto:
You think you know me? I know you. I looked at your little online gym channel. Seven views. With one upload three years ago. And seven views.

Teddy:
Yeah. Three comments.

The Man from Toronto:
Yeah. You think a low toner got you into this situation? No. Never doing what you say you're gonna do is what got you into this situation.

The Man from Toronto:
Who's she with?

Teddy:
Her friend, Anne. Why?

The Man from Toronto:
You didn't tell me about Anne.

Teddy:
I didn't know that I had to tell you about Anne.

The Man from Toronto:
[he sighs and gets uncomfortable]]

Teddy:
What's the problem?

The Man from Toronto:
I get uncomfortable... Around women.

Teddy:
Lori!

Lori:
Teddy?

Teddy:
[he runs towards Lori on the train station platform] Hey.

Lori:
Oh my God, what the hell happened to you?

Teddy:
A lot of stuff.

Lori:
Honey, yeah, you're bleeding.

Teddy:
It's not all my blood.

Lori:
Okay, you need medical attention.

Teddy:
Hey! What's going on? I'm Teddy Jackson, and I welcome you guys to my first ever non-contact boxing class. It's called Teddy-box. It's all the "wow" without the "ow".

Teddy:
Welcome. Welcome to Teddybox. I, of course, am Teddy Jackson, and guess what? Here, the only opponent is yourself. Don't you forget it.

The Man From Toronto:
I was raised by my grandfather on a frozen lake 50 miles from nowhere. He was a kind man. He taught me many useful things.