Dan: (obviously quoting) "I must go down to the sea again. To the lonely sea and the sky. To the flung spume and the blown spray and the…" I don't know, "thing in my eye."
Dana: Thank you.
Dan: That was a poem by Mr. Henry David Thoreau
Casey: It's Wordsworth.
Dan: Or Wordsworth.
Elliot: Uh, it might be Whitman.
Kim: It might be Byron.
Dan: It's not Byron.
Casey: I think it is Whitman.
Isaac: It's not Whitman.
Casey: I think it is.
Isaac: It's not Walt Whitman.
Casey: Well, I'm saying I think it's Slim Whitman.
Dana: Fellas, we have ten NHL games, eight NBA, two of them on the West Coast, so let's stay in business on thirty through fifty. Edmonton's at Calgary and we'll pick it up on the two a.m.
Dan: Can I say something?
Dan: There's a chance it might be Dylan Thomas.
Dana: You have to imagine, Danny, how much I don't give a damn about blown spume.
Dan: It's...flung spume and blown spray, but actually, I like your way better.