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Entering September, Leonardo and Nicholson, who had had their fill of gallivanting in Europe, arrived in New York.
In the entertainment zone of the film studio, Martin was startled upon seeing Leonardo and said, "I thought high-intensity sprints would help you lose weight, but you've gained another layer of fat."
Nicholson chimed in, "You also have to consider, 100 meters in 11 seconds..."
"I'm not 11 seconds!" Leonardo fumed, "Jack, stop slandering me!"
Nicholson nodded repeatedly, "Alright, I won't slander you. Let's say 100 meters in 17... no, make that 20 seconds, how much energy would you burn off in one go? Besides, most of the time, you're down below!"
Martin patted Leonardo on the shoulder sympathetically: "Even so, that shouldn't have made you fatter."
He then turned to Nicholson, "You don't look the least bit haggard, not quite the look of someone who's been on a month-long spree."
Nicholson clearly didn't want to talk about it: "Let's not bring that up."
