Gossip
Michael:[in parking lot, blocking path of Stanley's car] Stop. Hold up, hold up, hold up! No, no, no. Time to stop being polite and get real. [Stanley honks horn repeatedly] Stanley, are you having an affair?
Stanley:[as Michael gets in car] That is ridiculous. Of course not, why would you think that?
Michael:So It's not true. Okay, well... ahhh, those interns, they told me they saw you at a club, and they all said it was you, it was clearly just... racial profiling gossip.
Stanley:[hits steering wheel angrily] Damn! I told her it was a stupid idea to go up in that club.
Michael:[nodding] So stupid!
Stanley:It's just that... Teri's been traveling a lot...
Michael:I know, I know.
Stanley:And it's been lonely.
Michael:Oh, I bet.
Stanley:Cynthia's been keeping me company. She was my nurse, when I was in rehabilitation. We used to go on these long walks on the treadmill... I didn't...
Michael:Wait, hold, hold, hold... so it IS true?
Stanley:Yeah, but Michael, I'm going to go break it off. That's where I'm headed right now. I swear.
Michael:Oh my God! Wait a second, do people often say they're going on sales calls and then go someplace else? 'Cause that's not cool.
Stanley:I just need you to promise not to say a word about this to anyone. Michael, please.
Michael:[muttering] I'm not saying... a damn thing.
Stanley:I'm counting on you, Michael.
Michael:[looking afraid] You can count on me.