BRIAN
Let me see. (he takes the running shoes) Oh, poor Fred! I used to know him, >insert your name<—a very good runner, and with an excellent persona. He carried me a thousand times, and now—how terrible—this is him. Where are your jokes now? Your pranks? Your songs?
Your flashes of wit that used to set the whole group laughing? You don’t make anybody smile now. Are you sad about that? You need to go to my lady’s room and tell her that no matter how much makeup she slathers on, she’ll end up just like you some day. That’ll make her laugh!