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than institutions

like the Sports Connection?

Little capitals of Emersonian America

scattered from sea to shining sea.

You are so hot.

I'm glad we had this off-the-record lunch.

I was real suspicious of the kind of story

you were going to write.

If you want to know

about the Sports Connection...

a real writer would work out. Join.

- You ever taken an aerobic class?

- No.

I've got one starting soon.

You should take one of mine.

I should, but I can't, I don't have the time.

I've another appointment this afternoon.

I have to finish up a story

before I can concentrate on this one.

- What's the other story?

- Joseph McKenzie.

You do important stuff, too?

- Will you be here later?

- Nope. I'm on the road.

What do you mean, on the road?

I teach class at the

Beverly Hills Sports Connection, tonight.

- Coming in?

- No, I really don't have the time.

I'll make a deal with you, though.

I would gladly take one of your aerobic

classes if you'd let me interview you.

I was really beginning to like you, too.

Notes on lunch.

We talked about baby-boom generation,

great physical awakening...

Emersonian America.

Father dies fat at 40.

Interesting girl.

She's smart, but I've got to be smarter.

McKenzie and I go way back.

I met him when I was in New York,

and I was stripping, even then.

Right, but in a little classier club.

I didn't know who he was

and he walks into the club one night...

and he puts a $1,000 bill in my G-string.

- Are you kidding? Really?

- We had a lot of fun.

- He's really a great guy.

- Sounds it.

I'll tell you something,

if you promise not to tell.

- Okay.

- He bought this house for me.

- Really?

- Yes.

- Well, do you still talk to him?

- Joe and I talk all the time.

- Shotsy?

- My God, my husband's home.

Eddie?

- Honey, this is Adam Lawrence.

- Hi.

He's a reporter for Rolling Stone,

and he's doing a piece on Joe McKenzie.

- Get out of here.

- I wanted to ask your wife a few questions.

- You leave her out of this.

- Eddie, I invited him.

I told him he could come.

He says that nobody has anything nice

to say about Joe, and I want to help.

You're not saying anything to anybody.

I don't want her name mentioned

in any article, understand?

Now get out of here.

Knees up!

Jumping jacks!

See you next week.

- I'll see you guys later. I'm late.

- Great class. Thanks.

'Bye.

You did good.

- See you later.

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

- I just thought I'd come by...

and see if you needed someone

to help charge your battery.

- I have a confession to make.

- A confession? Yeah?

What kind of confession?

On my way to work, I went to the library

and pulled some back issues...

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