Eric: Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There's no crying! THERE'S NO CRYING IN BIKE RACING!
Aaron: Why don't you give her a break, Eric...
Eric: Oh, you zip it, Doris! Lance Armstrong was my trainer, and he called me a talking pile of pigshit. And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game. And did I cry?
Sarah: No, no, no.
Eric: Yeah! NO. And do you know why?
Sarah: No...
Eric: Because there's no crying in bike racing! THERE'S NO CRYING IN BIKE RACING! No crying!