Sergeant Jeffords: Come on, Terry. You can pick up that paper. [strained groan] No, forget it. It's only a first offence.
Charles: Is everything okay, Lieutenant? You've been groaning all morning.
Sergeant Jeffords: I'm sore from my workout. My muscles hurt so bad. Look. [flexes his pecs] Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.