"And, good morning, Dallas." "Ron Chapman on KVIL." "We've got a gorgeous morning working outside." "Temperatures at 8:" "OO A.M. Standing already at 68 degrees." "We expect them to go up to 75 degrees this afternoon." "[Crash]" "Ow." "Ugh." "oh!" "ohh!" "Get his ass out of there,Jo Bob!" "I ain't touching no faggot." "Faggot!" "Give me five." "Get out of there." "Let's go hunting." "I ain't going hunting." "What?" "Come on!" "Get up!" "No!" "Get out of here!" "We just want to kill a little something." "Yee-haw!" "Hot damn." "See that old cow out there?" "Want to see her run?" "Oh, Christ, they're shooting at cows." "They're too drunk to hit anything." "Don't worry about it." "Man, they're just crazy." "Oh, my God!" "Do you know something?" "Hmm?" "I can't figure out how I dropped that turn-in." "It happens." "No, not to me it doesn't." "Jesus Christ, you caught the game-winning pass." "Relax." "Enjoy yourself." "It's a pretty day." "Man, I had that ball right in my hands." "I just couldn't hang on to the damn thing." "John Heny, the man is just like you" "He's never satisfied." "Hey, I'm gonna dump these suckers up here." "Gee whiz." "Goddamn, the marines have landed." "[Bugle Blares]" "Come on out!" "Surrender, you suckers!" "Ha!" "Come on, O.W." "Don't want to wake them fuckers up." "Elliott, where's your gun, man?" "Freud says guns are an extension of your dick,Jo Bob." "That son of a bitch." "Ha ha ha." "He's a regular wise ass, you know that?" "Hold up, O.W." "B.A. wants me in his office tomorrow." "Must mean I'm going to start, huh?" "I doubt that." "What the hell you mean?" "I made some great catches." "They can't keep me on the bench forever." "You'll never get off that bench till you stop fighting them suckers." "You gotta learn how to fool them, man." "Give them what they want. I know." "I've been fooling them bastards for years." "If you start pretending to be somebody else, that's what you're gonna end up, bein_ somebody else." "Damn it, if I didn't like you, boy, if you didn't have such great hands, I'd keep my mouth shut and watch you go right down the tubes." "I'm gonna tell you something for your own good." "You better learn how to play the game." "And I don'tjust mean the game of football." "Hell, we're all whores, anyway." "We might as well be the best." "There's one!" "Goddamn it,Jo Bob, you crazy son of a bitch!" "What happened?" "Jesus Christ!" "We damn near got the bird." "Didn't you see?" "[Loud Disco Music Playing]" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "[Cheers And Applause]" "All right, let me have that TV." "1 3." "Look for 1 3." "Yep, I'd rather face" "Pittsburgh's defensive line than one of Peter's parties." "Somebody's got to do it, though." "Hey, it's all yours." "Go for it." "Hey, big guy." "Good game, baby." "Tony, good game, my man." "Howdy, howdy." "Hey, Seth, great game, boy." "Hey, mama." "Hey, Maxwell!" "Hey, Seth!" "Man:" "Hey, Phil." "Hey, Peter." "Where's that dolly you promised me?" "He's ripped tonight, ain't he?" "Hey,Jo Bob, what will you do against Alcie Weeks in Chicago?" "Know what I mean?" "Know what I mean?" "Crazy guy!" "Crazy guy!" "Hit me." "Hey,Jo Bob, I got a great dolly for you." "She's last year's Miss Farm Implements." "Come on this way." "She's from S.M.U. and she's almost a virgin." "Help him to relax, honey." "He needs, uh, understanding." "Show 'em your finesse,Jo Bob." "Hey, Billy Joe!" "I've never seen titties like yours." "I swear to God, I never have." "They're beautiful." "Hey,Jo Bob, how you doing?" "How you doing, Elliott?" "Can I show your titties to my buddy O.W.?" "Can I?" "Would you?" "All right!" "O.W.!" "O.W.!" "Come here!" "Ooh,John Heny, don't get so excited." "We got all night." "Who's John Heny?" "Ha ha ha." "He's an old friend of mine." "Did you girls ever ty a quarterback sandwich?" "Sounds good to me." "Seth, I need to talk to you about that condo deal down at Padre Island." "Not now, Steve." "Hey, you ever drink a pink poontang?" "It'll get you high." "Say, Phil!" "Phil!" "Great catch, boy." "Great catch." "I've got some ostrich boots and some lizard." "I'll get them for you after I change my shirt." "Alan, I'll be with you in a minute." "Got to go change my shirt." "Hey, Phil." "Oh, man, we were just leaving." "Hey, Eric." "Hi, Susie." "Hi." "Susie wants to get home and put Audrey to bed." "And it's almost time 50I The Osmonds." "Why don't you come over Wednesday night for dinner?" "Look, guy, come on over." "Fitch and his wife are coming." "Afterward, Susie's gonna read some scripture." "uh, I..." "Oh, man." "Maybe we'll all take turns or something." "Hmm." "All right, I'll ty hard." "Yeah." "See what you can do." "All right, Sue." "We got plenty." "All right?" "Hey, how you doing?" "Hey, Billy." "See you later." "Being a little hard on yourself, Andy." "Yeah, I know." "See that stewardess over there?" "Which one?" "That one, there." "Goddamn, does she get off on football." "Alan got some tit from her the other night just by showing her that little bruise on his calf." "I figure if she gives up some tit just by showing her a bruise, once she sees this blood here, she might give up the whole thing." "Know what I mean?" "Uh-huh." "I'd love to sit here and talk, but I can't." "I got to test Balford's theory of erotica." "Check you later, baby." "He's real intelligent, ain't he?" "Baby." "You like that?" "Come on, Andy, I'm with her." "Andy, I'm with her, I said." "It's nice to see there's a little romance left in the world." "It's an old story-- boy meets boy." "Well, I love happy endings." "Oh, really?" "Good." "Now we can sit back and wait for the real obscenities." "You mean it gets worse?" "It definitely gets different." "See, alcohol and fear makes for a good combination." "fear?" "Mm-hmm." "What are they afraid of?" "Falling on their asses in Chicago." "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" "Charlotte Calder, and I'm asking myself the same question." "I'm Phil Elliott." "I'm supposed to be here to take you away from all this." "Oh, yeah." "See, I'm a very funny guy." "The newspapers call me the team funnyman." "Obviously you can't believe evey thing you read." "I'm sorry." "I'm not very good at this small talk stuff." "In fact, I learned all my social graces from football coaches, so just give me another ty, huh?" "OK, team funnyman." "You've got fantastic eyes." "Hilarious." "[Scream]" "Hey, quit pushing On me, man." "Put me down!" "Why can't somebody stop him?" "What, are you crazy?" "Look at him." "No!" "Please put me down!" "Jo Bob's here to remind everybody that the meanest and the biggest get to make all the rules." "I don't agree with that." "Agreement doesn't enter into it." "O.W ." "Aah!" "How can you tolerate that?" "I make allowances, then I get ready, and I run like hell." "That's what I like" "A man of courage." "Miss?" "My name's Jo Bob." "Charlotte:" "Please let me pass." "I love your hair and your nose and your legs." "Put me down." "You know I love your legs." "Please put me down." "I want to fuck you." "I really do." "Will you put me down?" "Will you let me go?" "Aw, no." "Jo Bob:" "I'll be nice to you, understand?" "I won't let anybody take you away from me." "What are you so fussy about, lady?" "Piss off, Elliott." "Hey, Seth!" "Seth!" "Find something for Jo Bob to do with his hands." "Hey,Jo Bob." "I told you to piss off, Elliott." "Let her go." "Shit!" "Aah!" "Jo Bob, goddamn it." "Who the fuck are you giving orders to?" "Hey,Jo Bob." "I'm going to kill you." "He's just tying to keep that dolly from raping you." "Jo Bob, it's me, Seth." "Come on, man." "Relax." "It's a party." "Come on,Jo Bob." "Calm down, baby." "Why's he always making fun of me?" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Yaa!" "Hey, I know you." "You had your chance." "What the hell are you tying to prove, taking on Jo Bob over some chick?" "For Christ's sake, Seth, shit." "Seemed like a good idea at the time." "A good idea?" "I need Jo Bob, son." "I want him up." "I want him feeling like he can climb the Empire State Building." "You may keep me on the sports page, but he keeps me off the obituaries." "Where the hell would I be with Jo Bob's confidence destroyed?" "Goddamn it, son, what did she expect?" "These girls know what happens at these parties." "That's why they come here." "She didn't seem like that to me." "Just lay off Jo Bob, all right?" "I want you both at your best Monday night." "Oh, for Christ's sake, I didn't hurt Jo Bob." "Damn it, quit aggravating him." "Let him have what he wants." "What he wants?" "What about what I want?" "He's a baby, for Christ's sake." "Don't put yourself on his level." "Rise above it." "Come on, let's go get in a pile." "mw, it's the same old pile, Seth." "Shit, I'm going to get knee deep in it, son." "Go ahead, partner." "See you tomorrow." "Yep." "[Doorbell Rings]" "Hi." "Hello." "I'm glad to see that you're still alive." "Thanks for letting me run like hell." "It's too bad I don't take my own advice." "Yeah." "Can I come in?" "Yeah." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Can I get you a drink?" "Yeah, you got any whiskey?" "I only have milk." "Yeah, I love milk." "Good." "Nice place you got here." "Oh, thanks." "Are you married?" "Was." "Mmm, yeah, so was I." "Do you work?" "No." "What's this--alimony?" "No." "Oh." "You talk a lot, don't you?" "No." "Hmm." "You look terrible." "Thanks." "That really builds up my confidence." "Why did you go to that party, anyhow?" "I don't know." "I thought it would be fun." "Obviously I made a mistake." "Hmm." "I'm tired." "I'm really tired." "I'm sorry." "I was lonely." "I just needed someone to talk to." "Well, you can't sleep here." "Thanks for letting me sleep here." "No, l--l said you c_n't sleep here." "Hello?" "Oh, shit." "Yeech!" "[Snoring]" "Hi, Peggy." "Hi, Phil." "I've got a meeting with B.A." "Yeah, just a minute." "Phil Elliott's here." "[Elevator Bell Rings]" "You know, Phil." "There's not one damn corporation I own that means as much to me right here as my football team." "Come on." "Made a hell of a catch on Sunday." "That's just, uh, luck." "You know, Phil, there's one thing I learned early on in life." "The most important thing a man can have." "What's that?" "Money?" "Luck." "Luck tells me something about a man." "If my people are lucky, they tap into a big field." "If not, they can have evey geology degree in the world and drill one dy duster right after another." "Take me." "I'm the luckiest man in the world." "Sure as hell ain't brains, is it?" "Phil, there's always a place in our little family for the right kind of man." "Mm-hmm." "Now Phil... people who confuse brains and luck can get in a whole lot of trouble." "Seeing through the game is not the same as winning the game." "It's gotten to the point where's Phil's almost predictable." "I can know what he's going to do" "[Door Opens]" "Hey, Phil, how are you doing?" "Hey, Emmett." "B.A., I'm sorry I'm late." "Why don't you all stay in my office?" "I got to see Connie for a minute." "Thank you very much, Emmett." "See you later, Phil." "Sit down." "Sit down." "That's it, Phil." "What it all boils down to is your attitude." "And another thing, I know you don't like sitting on the bench." "You're a team member." "You have to adjust." "Actually, I have know players that got used to sitting on the bench, if that's possible." "It's not." "You're too proud?" "I want you to listen to something." "The apostle Paul in one of his letters to the Corinthians said," ""When I was a child, I thought as a child." "I spake as a child." "I understood as a child, but when I came to be a man, I put away childish things."" "Hmm." "And there's a theme that runs through all this data." "It's immaturity, your immaturity." "You lack seriousness." "I scored five TDs coming off the bench." "That's pretty serious." "You scored five TDs?" "Don't you know that we worked for those?" "We planned for them." "We let you score those touchdowns." "B.A., I've always given you 1 OOOx." "1 OOOx!" "You're talking about individual effort." "Yes, you give that." "I don't deny it." "That's not what I'm talking about." "I'm talking about a team." "I'm talking about a winning team." "A winning team is 45 finely meshed gears working together in perfect synchronization." "If one of those gears flies off on its own, I'll pull it." "And if that's not straight enough, I'll say it a different way." "If you want to play football for me, you have to change, starting right now." "Ahem." "B.A., I'm sorry if my immaturity has offended you, and I'll honestly ty to change... but I've been a starter for six years, and it's hard to sit on the bench, but... I'll wait my chance." "And when you do start me, I'll make you glad you did." "I appreciate that, Phil... and we'll see." "Hey, Phil, how are you doing?" "You know Joanne Rodney." "Phil Elliott." "Oh, my gosh." "Wait a minute." "Ruth, you got that contract?" "I want you to see this." "It's a contract for our number-one draft choice, wide receiver out of Lubbock, a real good one here." "So, I, uh..." "Gosh, I guess next year you'll be..." "Do you speak Canadian at all?" "Emmett, you've been running these guys at me for years." "[Doorbell Chimes]" "Come on." "Now, goddamn it, Joanne" "Oh, wait." "Ow!" "God!" "That's my" "That's my sore shoulder." "Which one?" "That one, the one you always hurt." "Oh,Jesus!" "My knee." "Ohh." "Your left knee?" "No." "What do you mean, my left knee?" "Ahh!" "Phil!" "What do you mean, Phil?" "Come on." "Ow." "Ow." "Come on." "Ow." "You always hurt me,Jo." "B.A. wants me to adjust to sitting on the bench." "Hell, I'll die on the bench." "What's the sense of the team winning if I don't survive, huh?" "You'll survive." "Really?" "You know what I do?" "I pull for the other team, so we'll get behind and B.A. will have to put me in." "That's weird." "Why don't you just quit?" "Well, what would I do that wouldn't be the same or worse?" "It's the only thing I know how to do good." "Best hands in the league, you know." "Phil, do you love me?" "Sort of." "What kind of an answer is that?" "Well... it's the only kind of answer I know how to give when somebody I really like needs to know the truth." "Hey, how long you been awake?" "Couldn't sleep." "You know, you don't look too good." "Maybe you ought to take some vitamins." "I don't need a healthy body." "I do it all with my mind." "Yeah?" "I've been ignoring the fact that I'm falling apart." "Say,Joanne..." "Mm-hmm." "Where's the pictures of yourself you cut out?" "Hmm?" "Well, that girl just doesn't exist anymore." "Oh, so Joanne Rodney doesn't exist anymore." "Well in that case, it kind of looks like you." "Uh, what do you want for breakfast?" "I'll have whatever you're having." "Well, I'm having chocolate pudding." "Uh, wait a minute, Joanne." "Uh, wait a minute." "How about some bacon and eggs?" "Don't have any bacon." "How about some eggs?" "Mmm, nope." "Toast?" "No butter." "Dy toast or chocolate pudding." "I'll have chocolate pudding, then." "I only have one, but I'll share it with you." "Really?" "It's a great meal then." "Let's go." "Come on, feed me." "Well, I'm going to do it." "Good." "Give me some more." "No, seriously." "I'm really going to do it." "Do what?" "Mary Emmett Hunter." "Come on, what do you want to mary Emmett for?" "He's nothing." "It's just gonna screw up your life." "When I told him I wanted to keep the apartment, and he said I could." "You'll come by and see me, won't you?" "If I can." "I got to get through." "Hey, cheer up." "Everybody gets married now and then." "Yeah, but I thought you'd draw the line at joining the family." "Yeah." "Me, too." "Mm-hmm." "But look at it like this" "With me in the Hunter family, you won't have to learn to speak Canadian." "We boring you, Douglas?" "Fall asleep again, it's $ 1 OO fine." "OK, 3rd and 8." "All right!" "All right!" "The things I do for love." "No." "You should never have thrown to Elliott with that kind of coverage." "Look at Delma there." "He's wide open." "I don't like this buddy-buddy stuff interfering with my judgment." "Shit." "You can't win for losing around here." "[Laughter]" "Run it back, run it back." "[Laughter]" "That's it, Stallings." "Real good." "Stallings, what were you thinking of here?" "I'm..." "I'm not sure, sir." "You're not sure." "No, sir." "The entire game riding on this one series of downs, and we have a player who's not sure." "There's no room in this business for uncertainty." "No room." "Shit." "Here it comes." "Here's where you screwed up." "I didn't screw up." "You changed the play." "You changed the play." "I didn't change the play." "You brought it in." "I did not." "Just cover for me." "I'd like all of you to watch this next play carefully." "Especially you." "Especially you, Elliott." "Great catch." "Great catch." "Yeah!" "All right!" "Whoo!" "All right!" "Now, Elliott, how would you describe this play?" "Well... I'd say we scored a touchdown." "Oh, you think it's funny!" "Well, I fail to see any humor at all." "Maxwell changed the play that I sent in," "Elliott broke his pattern, and the catch was a fluke." "There's no room for flukes in winning game plans." "Why do you think that we go over and over the printouts of a game plan?" "Because deviating from that plan can cost us a championship." "If there's some of you who aren't interested in being champions, well, then you laugh." "Relax." "Have a good time, but you'll do it on somebody else's football team, not mine." "The key to being a professional is consistency, and the computer measures that quality." "No one of you is as good as that computer." "I hope I'm understood." "Now, everybody on the bus in 1 O minutes, except you, Stallings." "I'd like a word with you in private, please." "Hey, let me have those shoes." "That's cold, man." "Hey, baby." "Do you believe they cut Stallings?" "Who's Stallings?" "Runner's run-pass-49-right." "Sounds real important." "Look at it." "On two." "Ready?" "Break!" "4-3, number 2-zone." "Ready?" "Break!" "Stunt left!" "Watch the running back sweep." "I got it." "Hut!" "Hut!" "Coming in, coming in!" "Coming in!" "Whoo!" "Whoo!" "Douglas!" "The reason we drafted you was because they said you were fast and smart." "At this point I'd be delighted if you'd be at Ieast one of those." "Yes, sir." "Carney, get in here for Douglas!" "Back in the huddle!" "Hey, Douglas." "Isn't this the kind of day you'd rather be by a fire with a good book?" "Fuck you, faggot." "Promises, promises." "Set!" "Hut!" "How's an old fart like me supposed to keep up with a dedicated, young Christian stud like Hartman?" "It's discouraging." "It's like you told me." "You got to cheat." "I wrote the book on that, hoss." "I believe it." "Elliott!" "Get your ass in here!" "Coming, boss." "Red-right-74." "You're going to get yourself a fine,Jo Bob." "It's worth it." "You got it?" "Yes, sir." "On three." "Ready?" "Break!" "Hut!" "2-49!" "2-49!" "Check!" "2-76!" "2-76!" "Hut!" "Hut!" "Hut!" "Ow!" "Ahh!" "Goddamn it!" "Goddamn it!" "Ahh!" "Hold it." "Oh, goddamn it!" "Pull them out." "Don't move, don't move." "Pull it!" "Pull!" "You all right?" "Which one?" "Christ, which do you think?" "Elliott!" "That's what comes from not concentrating." "Yes, sir." "Amazed at how these young fellows can take the punishment of their profession." "Hello, Monsignor." "Oh, hello, Phil." "You're a very brave young man." "That's real devotion." "You remind me of the magnificent missionaries of history." "Never thought of that, Monsignor." "Come on, Elliott, stop dogging it!" "That's fine." "Run this here Chicago pass pattern." "Red-right-74." "Look at it." "Here we go." "On 2." "Ready?" "Break!" "Come on, snap it up!" "Elliott, get in there!" "Brown-left." "Set!" "Hold it!" "Carney, get in there!" "No!" "Douglas in, please." "Carney, get the hell out of there!" "Let's go." "Here we go." "Set!" "Set!" "2-75!" "2-75!" "Check!" "2-72!" "Hartman!" "Hartman!" "Let's just get the ball snapped!" "You're giving me a fucking headache!" "Rookies." "High schoolers." "Let's go." "A bunch of high schoolers." "Set!" "Hut!" "Hut!" "Are you all right, man?" "Hey, Phil, you all right?" "You OK?" "Yeah, I'm all right." "Wait--wait--wait-- wait a minute." "Help me up." "There's your hat, man." "Nice catch." "Yeah." "Now, that's concentration, Elliott." "Feels pretty swollen." "Let's work that knee." "Goddamn it, Eddie, it's not the knee." "I hit my shoulder when I hit the floor." "It feels like it's full of gravel." "It's always felt like it was full of gravel." "Give me a B-1 2 shot." "That's what I want." "Always messing with my knee." "How you doing, baby?" "Fine." "You going to get a shot?" "No shots for me, turkey." "I can't stand needles." "You got to master the game's technology." "How do you do that?" "Take those pills and shots, man." "Does terrible things to your body." "If you last long enough, you'll realize the only way to survive is the pills and shots." "Not me, turkey." "I got respect for my body." "You'll get past that." "You're crazy, too." "I'd appreciate it if you could finish up with butter fingers and give me my B-1 2 shot." "I got an important business meeting." "I found two boys from Oklahoma that want to invest in my restaurant business." "Oklahoma?" "That's right." "That figures." "Once the first one starts making money, then you sell franchises." "That's where the big money is." "What are you gonna call the restaurants?" "Jo Bob's Fine Foods." "Do you like it?" "That's right." "Jo Bob's Fine Foods." "Eat here or I'll kill you." "Ha ha ha!" "You son of a bitch!" "We're not going to have trouble here!" "Come on,Jo Bob!" "Jo Bob!" "Go on to your meeting now." "You goddamn bird turd!" "Get out or I'll report you to B.A." "You would?" "You bet your ass." "You're chicken shit." "Get out of my face, Monroe." "It always did take two of you to hold one of me." "Excuse me." "Too damn much B-1 2." "[Door Opens]" "[Rummaging Noises]" "Back off, asshole!" "Back off!" "I ain't moving!" "Jo Bob loves you." "God almighty!" "Damn, shit!" "God." "It's the tooth fairy." "Fuck you, tooth fairy." "Ha ha ha!" "Oh, shit." "I hope I don't look as bad as you look." "You make me look like Cinderella, asshole." "If I had a dog like you, I'd shave his butt and make him walk backwards." "Old Doc Elliott's gonna take care of us." "It's time to break into the old medicine cabinet." "How's your elbow?" "Goddamn it, Elliott!" "Eddie's going to get your ass for this." "Yeah, but they won't do nothing to you." "I ain't the one that's doing it." "You're going to take some." "They turn me in, they got to turn you in." "They won't do that." "That's 'cause I'm a star." "Genuine sports personality." "A legendary folk hero." "Folk hero, have some Dexedrine." "Don't mind if I do." "A little Compazine." "Would you like Codeine?" "Does a shark shit in the sea?" "Give me some of this." "One for me." "That's the breakfast of champions there." "Nectar of the gods." "Yes." "You know something?" "You're the only guy I know that's got an uglier body than mine." "Bullshit." "Ha ha ha!" "John Heny, why do we abuse ourselves this way?" "Hey, Seth." "Have you ever loved anybody?" "You know, loved somebody." "Aw, last night." "All-time show stopper, son." "I don't want to hear this." "All-time show stopper." "You know Jery Drake?" "Drake?" "Big Tex Automotive Supply?" "I know that asshole." "It was his YMCA team that me and Hartman had to talk to last night." "I gave them my usual bullshit." "Football, character development, all that crap." "Hartman comes up with this story about Jesus being captain of a football team." "And the apostles each played different positions, right?" "Whoo!" "And Judas was the coach." "Nope,Judas sold the playbook to the devil's team." "Oh, God." "Wait'll you hear this part." "Drake invites me and Hartman to his house for a drink." "Now, I got the wheels, so Hartman's stuck with me, right?" "Anyway, here's the point." "It turns out Drake wants to watch while me and Hartman do nasty things to his bouncy-bottomed little wife." "Aw,Jesus, Maxwell." "Really." "Hey, I know." "It's not your type of thing." "But I'm more of a philosopher." "I like to mingle with the little people." "What about Hartman?" "You know Hartman." "Goody two-shoes is fidgeting around like a one-legged cat tying to buy shit on a frozen pond." "Until Seth fixes him a couple of pink poontang specials." "The crazy tourist drink that I fix for stewardesses." "Two shots out of that, and Hartman is shot to shit." "Freaked out." "I never saw a guy having so much fun and crying at the same time." "I don't believe it, but I'm getting horny." "Aha!" "Wait'll you get to this part." "Drake takes out some of them fake dicks." "Aw, Max, that's gross." "That's not gross." "Gross is when you kiss your grandpa good night, and he sticks his tongue down your throat." "Anyway, he's got one that's about 8 inches long." "It's pink and it's got crinkledees in it." "It's got a grinder that you turn like this." "It goes in and out-- l don't want to hear any of this." "I'm getting to the weird part." "The weird part?" "Yeah, it gets weird." "OK, who did it?" "He did it." "is that right, Seth?" "Did what?" "The medicine cabinet!" "If B.A. finds out, it'll be somebody's ass." "Your water's too hot." "Calm down." "The man was desperate." "Think of it as an emergency." "I suppose you stood there and watched." "No, he held me down and made me swallow them." "This shit has got to stop." "And leave my goddamn beer alone!" "Elliott, don't you piss in there." "Ahh." "Bastard." "Did I call my wife last night?" "I don't think so, son." "What do I tell her?" "Tell her you escaped, and you don't have to pay the ransom." "I can't tell her that." "Ha ha ha!" "Dream up the wildest thing you can think of, and lay it on her." "She'll go for it, coming from you." "Yeah?" "I'm right." "Why do I smell like strawberries?" "What'd you do last night, Poot?" "Grrr!" "Come on, what'd you do?" "Well, I'll tell you." "I had a date with Charlotte." "Oh, shit." "I hope you're not getting hooked on that chick." "Breaks your concentration." "I'll tell you something." "The only thing I haven't broken is my concentration." "Why do we do it, partner?" "Well, the only way to find that out, man, is to quit." "You're not thinking about quitting." "I'm thinking I'm tired of beating myself up." "Don't worry." "You'll get tired of thinking." "Coca-Cola, Poot." "Throw me an RC, Seth." "Seth." "She believed me." "Of course she believed you." "Who wouldn't believe you?" "But I'm" "You did the right thing." "Lying can be really good for a relationship." "Hey, Art." "Welcome to the big leagues." "You know, I'm getting to like the pain." "Huh?" "Remember when I busted my elbow?" "Oh, yeah." "I knew it was dislocated the second it happened, man." "When I was laying there, yelling, flopping all over the field in front of all those people, you know what I felt?" "Ohh." "Satisfaction." "Yeah. I mean, it made me feel like I was doing something important, you know?" "Yeah." "When the pain got the worst, that's when I felt the most..." "secure." "Yeah, I hear you." "I hear you." "The answer is no." "No, what?" "I ain't never loved nobody." "[Phil Grunting]" "[Joints Popping And Cracking]" "[Crowd Roars]" "Good morning." "Good morning." "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I slept great." "Settle down and listen up." "I want some asses kicked this week." "Douglas, that's a $ 1 OO fine for being late." "I want you guys to study Chicago's tendencies." "If you ain't ready by Monday night, they're gonna run down your throats and out your assholes." "Whoo!" "Ooh!" "And there'll be a written test on Friday on these tendencies." "Coach." "Those of you whose names appeared on the bulletin board are invited to Mr. Hunter's home tomorrow to help Conrad Jr." "celebrate his birthday." "Be there at 1 2:" "OO sharp, appropriately dressed." "Now, before we break into our separate groups, there are a few general comments which I am obliged to make, gentlemen." "We won a game Sunday against an opponent, measurably and on paper, inferior to ours." "In doing so, we managed to play far below our potential." "Our punting team gave them 4.5 yards per kick" "More than our reasonable goal and 9.9 yards more than outstanding." "That's not the kind of football conference champions play." "Offense--four turnovers." "Five scoring opportunities blown." "3rd down conversions we failed six times more than our seasonal average." "Pass completions were 490x." "That's 6.30x less than reasonable and it's 1 90x less than our outstanding." "That is a negative 1 90x against Seattle!" "Now, clearly, it's time for us to take a long, hard look at ourselves, and in this connection," "Coach Johnson has prepared some material which I trust will be beneficial to you." "Johnson." "Thank you, Coach." "Now, listen, you guys." "If we can take an extra moment here, I'd like to read something that B.A. thinks is pretty important." "When I was playing college ball at Maryland, I found this taped to a locker." "I think you'll understand what it means." "Means he's out of his fucking mind." "It means that the difference between good and great is that much." "That's the same size as his pecker." "It comes from right up here." "[Coughing]" "Something wrong, Elliott?" "No, sir. I had something caught in my throat." "I can't think of anyone who can use this advice better than you can." "Yes, sir." "Excuse me, Coach Johnson." "Thank you." ""If you think you can't win, you won't."" "Right." ""If you think you're losing... you've lost."" "All right!" ""If you refuse to strive to the limit, the limit's as far as you'll go."" "Right, sir." ""Give in to the fear and pain--"" "Talk about the pain." "Shut up, Delma." "This ain't exactly no revival meeting." "You want something with me, Monroe?" "Hey, cut it out, you guys!" "I'm sorry, Coach." "I couldn't-- Go ahead, sir." ""If you give in to the fear and pain, there are thrills you'll never know."" "That's right." ""We have all been put here by God as a test of our courage and faith." "The rewards to his warriors are many." "The rewards to the losers--disgrace."" ""Some say winning's not evey thing, that competition has a limited place." "But if that cowardly slogan is true, why did God name this... the human race?"" "Good question." "Coach, would it be OK if Jo Bob and I had a couple copies of that poem?" "Jo Bob:" "Yeah, we'd appreciate that." "That has to be one of the most inspiring poems I ever heard,sir." "Yeah. I'd like one, too, Coach." "Yeah." "Me, too, Coach." "Brown noser." "Yeah." "Pussy." "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8," "9, 1 O." "Hold it!" "We count during this drill, Elliott, and you didn't count." "We're going to do it over again, and you can thank Elliott for the extra work." "Team:" "Phil, Phil, Phil," "Phil, Phil, Phil," "Phil, Phil, Phil!" "All right." "Knock that shit off!" "Let's go!" "Let's finish up with 1 O jumping jacks." "Ready?" "Exercise." "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 1 O." "Let's break up into your groups." "I wasn't really counting, I was just moving my lips." "You son of a bitch!" "Let's see if you can catch one." "Look at Phil." "About time you caught one." "How are you?" "Hey, Emmett, how are you?" "Thanks for inviting me." "Yeah." "Sorry to hear about your daddy." "Thank you." "That's the only fight he ever lost." "When a man of your daddy's wealth dies of cancer, you know they haven't found a cure." "Let's go!" "Come on." "Come on, Delma." "Coach:" "I'll tell you if you got hurt." "Easy, easy." "What is it?" "It's my hamstring." "Did you feel it tear?" "No. I heard it pop." "Take him inside." "Give me a hand." "Coach:" "I seen better hands on a clock." "Oh, shit." "Back to the tub again, huh, Delma?" "Let's go to team drill" "Chicago defense." "Elliott, get back with the first unit." "If you moved slower, you'd be going backwards." "Very funny, Elliott." "Very funny." "One more game and we take our division." "That's what makes it all worthwhile." "Christ, Con. You make more in your manufacturing division in one week than this damned football team makes in one year, even if they do win." "That's true, but my manufacturing division never got the cover of Time magazine." "I'm going all the way this year." "The big one." "The Super Bowl." "No question about it." "The money isn't evey thing." "You ought to be ashamed of yourself." "It's either pulled or torn." "We'll know more tomorrow." "Can you get him ready for Monday?" "Set!" "Hut!" "Next play." "Next play." "Break it up." "Come on." "Shit!" "Give Jo Bob some work in there." "3-22." "3-22." "Hut!" "Hut!" "[Whistle Blows]" "You son of a bitch." "Jo Bob, is that how you're going to hit in Chicago." "Goddamn it,Coach!" "We're supposed to be doing this half speed." "I don't want excuses, just results." "If you ain't ready, Weeks will tear off your head and crap in your neck." "All right." "Same play, let's go." "3-22." "Asshole." "3-22." "Hut!" "Jo Bob, get your head out of your ass." "Son of a bitch!" "Bring it up to full speed." "All your teammates would love a live scrimmage." "Let's do it again, and do it right." "Get your fucking ass back on the line." "Fuck you, asshole." "Huddle up." "You cocksucker." "Your mama was the best teacher." "They're fired up now." "Oh, yeah." "They're going to ream Chicago." "That's enough." "OK." "Break it up." "Break it up." "Break it up." "OK, OK." "All right, gentlemen." "All right." "Everyone at the airport at 1 O:" "OO A.M. tomorrow." "Elliott, I'd like to see you, please." "Walk with me, Phil." "How's the knee?" "Great." "Feels real good." "You're limping." "That's just habit, but, uh, feels good." "Phil, I'm going to need you in Chicago." "Delma's pulled his hamstring again, and you know Delma." "He can't stand pain." "He'll say it hurts too much, but he doesn't like to use the needles." "So... can I count on you, Phil, and your knee for the entire game?" "B.A., you can always count on me to do whatever it takes to play." "Hell, I love needles." "I guess that's what we call maturity." "Huh?" "Yeow!" "It's beautiful." "Yeah, really... really beautiful." "Come on." "Let's go into the house." "OK." "into the living room." "Ah, through the wall." "Yeah." "All right." "Now... uh...um... uh, this is as far as I've got." "How long did it take you to get this far?" "Oh, about uh... three years." "Anyway, I got 20 acres, and it runs along that gully, and it goes back in that valley." "Oh, God, it's magnificent." "Yeah." "That's where l'm going to have the horses." "I think you should finish it though." "I am going to finish it." "Ta-da!" "Made with my own fair hands." "Oh, great." "I'll get the wine." "Get the salad." "OK." "Excuse me." "Well, excuse me." "I need all the room here." "You've got all the room." "What are we going to do about napkins?" "Use the toilet paper." "Oh, Chic." "Chic." "Listen, uh... do you think this raising horses is just a dream of mine?" "I don't know." "Maybe." "It doesn't seem very real." "Yeah?" "Come on." "Hey!" "You like burned steak?" "Hey, you know something?" "When I'm with you, my mind's a million miles away from football." "I feel free." "Sounds like you're tired of football." "Well, if I was, I wouldn't admit it." "That would scare the hell out of me." "Here, you want some wi ne?" "Yeah." "I'm scared to death most of the time anyhow." "Scared of what?" "Of injury, of playing badly, anything that can knock me out of the game." "You don't act like it." "Yeah. I don't dare." "You know, someday you will be out of it." "Then what?" "Oh, come on, Charlotte, that's serious." "I don't want to get into that." "For Christ's sake!" "Let's don't talk about football." "I'm starting Monday." "Everything in my life's just great." "We got any butter?" "Well, I don't think it's great." "You know, I saw you the other night." "You were in so much pain you couldn't sleep." "Your body's twisted and scarred." "You're drugging yourself." "Hey, listen, that's just part of the game, Charlotte." "Game?" "You call men smashing each other a game?" "For Christ's sake!" "You can't judge!" "You live in a little house secure with your Texas money, what the hell do you know about it?" "You live in an unreal world!" "If football's the real world, I don't want any part of it!" "It scares me." "Well, good." "It's not your life." "It's mine." "Come on, let's eat." "Why don't you build your ranch instead of dreaming about it?" "Maybe I like it better as a fantasy." "The payments are lower." "And you accuse me of living in a dream world." "Look, I got to keep my mind in the game." "I don't want to get confused now, so drop it!" "Why don't you watch the game?" "I'll do something special for you in Chicago." "Hey, Eddie, give me a match, will you?" "Hey, Phil, what's happening?" "What are you doing here early, man?" "I got butter_ies." "I couldn't sit around the hotel." "Where in the hell is Jo Bob and O.W.?" "They were in a cab right behind me." "I told you boys when you got special taping to do, get to the stadium early." "Maybe I ought to start getting here the night before." "Come on, Frank!" "What are you doing?" "We got an important ball game." "You tape my left ankle first." "You tying to put the hex on me?" "You old fart." "I'll tape that knee after the doctor checks it." "You don't look healthy at all." "Yeah. I hurt myself." "I'll catch you later." "Have a good ball game." "Yeah." "You, too." "Oh, yeah." "Jo Bob, this is it, babe." "This is what we want." "What are we going to do?" "We're going to kick their butts." "We know how to kick their butts." "We'll do it very roughly, with no respect." "We're going to do it." "We're going to get them!" "We're going to get them!" "Yes." "I mean Weeks now." "Where's my locker?" "Get your jock on, babe." "Phil, what is it?" "The knee." "The knee, huh?" "Let's have a look." "Tell me when." "oh!" "Ah ah ah ah." "X marks the spot." "Hey, baby, you going to make it tonight?" "I don't think so." "We need you, man." "Yeah." "Frank, can I get this hot packed?" "You got it, babe." "Hey, is this it?" "Here?" "Yeah, that's it." "Hold on." "Come on, Delma, lift it up." "No?" "Tell him." "OK." "OK, here we go." "Ooh,Jesus." "No, wait a second." "Just wait a second." "Say when." "All right." "Not yet." "Goddamn it!" "Jesus, it burns." "Goddamn!" "Christ, how often do you put this shit in the coaches' hearts?" "There." "Whew." "Now that wasn't bad, was it?" "Oh, no." "I loved it." "There." "Now ty it." "How does it feel?" "It's numb." "Good, good." "It's a brand-new knee, Doc." "Better football through chemistry, huh?" "Hey, Delma, using the heat, huh?" "You must be feeling better." "No, Coach, it feels real bad." "I don't think I can make it." "Come on, you saw Elliott." "He was hurting, too, but he has the guts to do what it takes when we need him." "If I shoot up I could hurt myself real bad." "I don't mess with needles." "You don't feel anything." "I could tear my hamstring to bits." "Isn't it time you thought about the team?" "Now you listen, Delma." "You can't make it in this league if you don't know the difference between pain and injury." "Hey... I'm just tying to help." "Fuck it." "Come on, you guys." "Stop playing grab ass and get ready." "I want to hit somebody!" "Use some of that." "Hit somebody!" "I want to hit... hit... hit..." "Give me some, too, man." "That's good." "When Weeks starts looping over the middle, what are you gonna do?" "I'll stay at home." "OK, no problem there." "That's right." "You know who that is?" "That's Alcie Weeks, baby." "He's ugly." "He's the ugliest man I ever seen, and I don't want none of his ugly rubbing off on my pretty face." "All right." "Knock his cock in his watch pocket,Jo Bob." "All right." "I want him walking on his elbows in the morning,Jo Bob." "He will." "What you going to do to him,Jo Bob?" "He'll be eating him up all night long." "My man." "You'll be eating his ass up." "Just like white on rice, you'll be sticking to him,Jo Bob." "I'm going to get him." "We're going to do it." "All night long, Jo Bob." "They say he's the best." "He ain't the best." "He's nothing." "He's nothing." "You can be the best." "You are the best." "It's time to get down." "Let's pad up, man." "Get down." "Let's get ready now." "All right." "You ready?" "Let's pad up." "Where's my locker?" "Right behind you." "Hey, Hartman, while you're at it, why don't you ask the man about the point spread?" "Pussy." "Well, all right." "No wonder they call it The Windy City." "Hey, baby." "Cook." "Save some for the party." "You've got a face like a baby's butt." "Thank you, Seth." "Beautiful." "OK." "Wait a minute." "I'm going to get the bastard for this." "All right." "Mother clotheslined me last time." "I'm going to tear his ass up." "I lost 4 fucking teeth." "I'm going to tear his ass up." "1 O minutes!" "1 O minutes!" "You ready, baby?" "Alan, I can't fumble." "You saw what they did to Stallings." "Hey." "You'll be all right." "OK?" "Give me a hit." "Ready?" "Yeah." "Thank you." "Can't fumble." "Can't fumble the football." "All right." "Have a good game." "All right." "Let's go,Jo Bob." "Let's get them." "How's that, Mark?" "Little more air, Keith." "Why don't you pump up his ass and blow his brains out?" "Up yours, asshole." "Fuck you." "five minutes!" "How long, Coach?" "Five--fuck you!" "All right, settle down." "Listen up." "Out with the cigarettes." "Coach." "Just one reminder, gentlemen." "Please remember to take off your helmets when they play the national anthem." "Also remember you're on national TV, so don't pick your noses or scratch your nuts." "Excuse me, Coach Johnson." "Mr. Hunter would like to say a few words to you now." "Thank you, B.A." "Men... I want you to win this game for our fans, for Dallas, for me and my little brother." "Not necessarily in that order." "If we win this game, you're all invited to spend a weekend with your wives and families at my private island in the Caribbean." "Bullshit." "And remember, the eyes of Texas are on you." "[Whistling]" "Knock that shit off." "Monsignor." "Dear Lord, I ask your blessing on these brave boys as they venture out to battle." "Take off your fucking hats." "Sorry, Monsignor." "We ask not for victory, not for glory, not for fame." "We ask only for the preservation of our bodies and of our minds." "Bless also the entire Hunter family who have so unselfishly given us evey thing we need for victory, except our efforts in the spirit of sportsmanship, with Thy guidance," "Thy kingdom, power, and glory for evermore." "Amen." " Amen." " Amen let's go kill those cocksuckers!" "Elliott?" "Yeah?" "I'm starting Delma, but you stay up." "Be ready when I need you." "He said he's starting Delma." "I heard." "But I thought-- l can't worry about that now." "You just be ready." "Sportscaster:" "With less than two minutes left this might be it for North Dallas." "Chicago leading 1 4-7." "North Dallas is on the Chicago 25." "1 st and 1 O." "Second Sportscaster:" "Nail-biting time for the fans." "But it it suck-it-up time for the players because they have to score on this drive." "Seth Maxwell fakes." "Hands off to Andy Melbourne and he's down for a three-yard loss by Alcie Weeks." "They haven't kept Weeks out all night." "He has been in that backfield all day." "They should give him a uniform they way he plays in the North Dallas backfield." "It'll be a 3-yard loss." "The clock is running." "I wonder what they're saying as far as strategy is concerned in the North Dallas huddle?" "Jo Bob, when you get through titty blocking Weeks, why don't you hit the fucker?" "Why don't you go fuck yourself?" "Just hang on to the ball." "We'll take care of up front." "Fuck you, psycho!" "Just get the fucking ball across the line of scrimmage." "You're a pain in the ass!" "Shut the fuck up!" "Nobody talks in this fucking huddle except me." "Jo Bob, O.W., goddamn it, I cannot throw the football with these guys hanging all over my ass." "Fitch, I want a wing-quick-burst." "All right." "Red-right-76 on two." "Ready?" "Break!" "Break!" "Weeks, this time I'm fucking going to kill you." "Hey,Jo Bob." "You're looking lousy." "You're getting old." "I hate to do it, but I'm going to put your dick all in the dirt." "Maxwell:" "Set!" "4-48." "4-48." "Hut!" "Hut!" "Sportscaster:" "Maxwell's in a shotgun formation." "He fades to pass... what a rush by Weeks, who dumps him." "The pass is off, though." "Fitch, streaking down the middle, is in the open." "Drop it." "The pass is no good." "Come on, Fitch!" "Concentrate!" "Are you OK, baby?" "Hey, Weeks!" "Sportscaster:" "The clock is stopped." "And now an altercation breaks out on the field." "Sportscaster 2:" "I can understand why tempers are a little hot, because the game's winding down." "Maxwell's asking for a time out although the clock is stopped." "We've got less than a minute to play." "Maxwell coming to talk to his coach." "You have to think now that Chicago will drop back on defense and be in a prevent defense because North Dallas to win this game will have to keep it in the air." "This is the last time out that North Dallas has." "They're probably figuring out strategy that will allow them to run 3 or 4 plays in a row." "They have very little time left if they're going to score." "Maxwell is signaling to Phil Elliott to come into the ball game." "I'll go with Elliott and Huddle as wide receivers." "And we're going to look for some pass plays." "Having fun, boys?" "Blow it out your ass." "How's the leg, Del?" "Like your knee." "I can't feel anything." "All right, huddle up!" "Jo Bob, I ain't losing this game." "I'm tired of Weeks sitting on my face all night." "But I hurt, Seth." "I hurt bad." "I don't give a shit." "We all hurt." "Let's trap the son of a bitch." "O.W.,Jo Bob, break his fucking leg if you have to." "I want him out of there." "All right?" "Green-right-C-motion." "41 -trap-delay on three." "Ready?" "Break!" "Break!" "Sportscaster:" "Maxwell brings them out of the huddle." "You know Chicago's gonna be coming on this play." "Let's see if they've come up with a good play." "I wonder if Maxwell called it or the coach." "Huddle lines up on their left and Maxwell down under center." "The clock won't start till the snap of the ball." "Huddle's in motion to the right." "Back to pass is Maxwell." "It's a draw play ball fake." "[Whistles Blow]" "Jo Bob:" "Suck on that, Weeks." "Sportscaster 2:" "Weeks, the big defensive tackle for Chicago is down." "This could be a serious blow to the Marauders chances if he is out of the game." "North Dallas not only gets a first down, the clock is stopped." "It looks like he got hurt in a trap block lt looks like he got hurt in a trap block by Jo Bob Priddy and O.W. Shaddock." "Weeks had been beating those two all night and they finally got back at him." "And a big first down for North Dallas." "Jesus,Jo Bob, we hurt him bad, man." "Fuck him." "Fuck him." "Huddle up." "Huddle up!" "Aah!" "Let's tie it up and take it into overtime." "Can you get the outside linebacker, Phil?" "Del, it's your chance to be a star." "Red-lax-92." "First sound, all right?" "Ready?" "Break!" "Break!" "Sportscaster 2:" "North Dallas has the ball 1 8 yards away from a touchdown but they have only 24 seconds left in the game." "They have to score if they're going to tie this championship contest up and send it into overtime." "Maxwell sends Huddle and Elliott to the left so they overload Chicago's right side on 1 st and 1 O." "Back to pass, Maxwell." "And the pass is to Huddle on the sidelines." "There's a flag down and Huddle is hurt." "Oh, what a hit from the secondary!" "Let's check the penalty marker." "The indication from the official is offensive holding against the Bulls." "So instead of a gain for Huddle, it will be a 1 O-yard penalty against North Dallas." "The play is erased." "Goddamn it." "Look at his face." "Fix his face!" "Elliott!" "Elliott!" "Get up, Delma!" "Get back in the huddle!" "The doctor will look after him!" "You get back in that huddle now or off the field!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "Sportscaster:" "Let's look at that play again." "Sportscaster 2:" "This play was well set up." "Huddle takes a swing pass from Maxwell." "He is wide open when he starts down field." "But then he grabs his leg, obviously in pain, and Francis Chapman lays a massive blow on him." "There is no way Huddle will make it back in this contest." "You should see Delma's face." "Not now, Poot." "OK, let's get mean." "Let's stick it up their ass." "Two plays, back to back." "Red-right-76 and come back with red-right-79." "Phil." "You throw it, partner, I'll catch it." "Both plays on 2." "Ready... break!" "Sportscaster 2:" "The Bulls have got only 1 6 seconds left, but they are 28 yards away from the score." "Sportscaster: 1 st and 20, as Maxwell sets them up." "The clock will start when the snap is made." "Elliott is in motion to the right." "Maxwell's back to pass." "He's going to Elliott." "It's complete at the 1 5-yard line, but the clock is running." "Good catch by Elliott, but he didn't get out of bounds." "They've got to hurry to get another chance to score before this game is over." "5... 4... 3... 2... they got the play off." "Yeow!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Great catch!" "Yeah!" "You're my ace in the hole." "Nice pass." "Sportscaster:" "North Dallas has a chance to tie it." "And Prejza, the outstanding kicker, is in there." "Sportscaster 2:" "North Dallas couldn't have the ball in any better hands in this case--or feet because Prejza has kicked 43 straight extra points." "That's a new North Dallas record." "They're calling him " Mr. Automatic."" "There's the snap." "The ball gets away from Hartman." "It's on the ground." "Chicago recovers." "The game is over." "The Chicago Marauders have held off the North Dallas rally to win 1 4-1 3, and what a finish." "That snap seemed right on the money." "Hartman just couldn't control it." "What a shame for North Dallas after making such a dramatic comeback in the last few seconds." "An agonizing defeat for North Dallas." "They thought they had the ballgame tied." "They felt overtime was upcoming." "And the Chicago Marauders have won the championship by 1 point." "How's Delma?" "He needs surgery." "Hey, Elliott." "You looked pretty good out there tonight." "You played good." "I wish we could say the same thing for you,Jo Bob." "You should've studied Weeks' tendencies." "I thought I did." "You don't listen." "We would've won if we'd studied those tendencies." "Aw, shit!" "You never give us anything to bring in the game except your fucking facts and tendencies!" "To you, it's just a business." "But to us, it's still a sport." "You're supposed to be professional" "We work harder than anybody to win." "When we're dead tired in the fourth quarter, winning's got to mean more than just money." "You were hired to do a job!" "I don't want no fucking job!" "I want to play football, asshole!" "I want some feeling!" "I want some fucking team spirit!" "This ain't no high school." "You don't have to love each other to play." "That's what I mean, you bastard." "Evey time I call it a game, you call it a business." "And evey time I call it a business, you call it a game." "You and B.A. and all you other coaches are chicken-shit cocksuckers." "No feeling for the game at all." "You'll win, but it'll just be numbers on a scoreboard." "Numbers, that's all you care about." "That's not enough for me." "I don't have to listen" "Oh, yes, you fucking do!" "You got to listen to me for once!" "All you coaches are chicken-shit cocksuckers!" "Goddamn you!" "Far out." "Hartman:" "For..." "[Grunts]" "Hey, Del, how you doing?" "Hey, come on, man." "You'll be back." "Um, um..." "[Sobbing]" "Come on." "Hey, Del." "Come on." "You're going to be back." "Come on, huh?" "Come on." "Whoa." "Good boy." "Hi." "Hi." "Are you all right?" "Yeah." "Just slightly damaged." "Look, um, I'm sorry about the other night." "I had no right, no right at all." "You had a right." "You see the game?" "Yeah." "See the catch I made?" "Yeah." "It was terrific." "I'm sorry you lost." "I thought I was going to start that game." "Hell, I even shot up my knee, but they weren't going to let me start." "They were using me to get another ball player to deaden his leg." "God, that's awful." "Yeah." "Well that's the way 'it is." "But what's important is my performing... the moment of the catch, that feeling, that high." "Hell I can take th' e crap." "I can take the manipulation." "I can take the pain." "As long as I get that chance evey Sunday." "I think that this game is twisting your mind." "The game's not twisting my mind, Charlotte." "I know the game." "It's the rules they make up." "I'm going to play, so I'm going by their rules." "You can't separate one from the other." "Yeah, but I can't buck their system or fight them any more than you can drop out." "If you've made up your mind, why did you come to me?" "'Cause I care about you... and I want to see you again." "I've got a meeting with Conrad Hunter." "Hell, I can't let him see that the merchandise is damaged." "Here." "Let me help you." "Yeah." "You know, when you think about it, they're not worse than anybody else, really." "Come in, Phil." "Come on in." "Hello, B.A." "Sit there, Phil." "All right, Ray." "Mr. Elliott, where were you last Monday until approximately 8 A.M. Tuesday?" "Uh, who wants to know that?" "I'm Ray March." "I'm with the league's internal Investigations Division." "On Tuesday of last week, where were you?" "uh..." "now that, um... I don't know." "You know that." "Why don't you tell me where l was, huh?" "No, no, no." "W-wait a minute." "Let me give you a little hint, 'cause that wise-ass attitude of yours isn't going to get you out of this one, you understand that?" "I think you'd best answer, Phil, old boy." "All right." "Ruth, would, um... would you send in Mr. Rindquist, please?" "Go ahead, Mr. Rindquist." "I am Joseph Rindquist, and I am a vice-officer with the Dallas Police." "Off-duty, I work for Mr. Ray March investigating reports of league misconduct." "One week ago, I was instructed to take up the surveillance of Philip Elliott, an employee of the Dallas franchise." "I followed the suspect from then until he boarded the plane for Chicago this last weekend." "And all this time I thought I was just paranoid." "Rindquist: "On Monday of this week, at a party in a private North Dallas residence, the suspect was observed near the swimming pool in the company of an unidentified caucasian adult male."" "What do you mean," ""an unidentified white caucasian male,"" "for Christ's sake?" "Didn't you recognize him?" "Who was it that was with me?" "Didn't you recognize him, huh?" "Some investigator." "Continue, Mr. Rindquist." ""At this time, the suspect was photographed smoking a marijuana cigarette."" "Photo exhibit "F."" ""Now, picking up the suspect again on Tuesday, I followed him from these offices to 261 2 Houston Drive, where he remained until morning." "This address is the residence of a woman named Joanne Rodney--"" "We don't need to bring others into this mess." "Continue." ""A search of the suspect's premises was effected, uncovering a bag of marijuana... and assorted pills."" "You got this from Mr. Elliott's house?" "You got this from Mr. Elliott's house?" "Yes, sir." "Illegal drugs are forbidden by the league rules, Phil." "You know that." "For Christ's sake-- Jesus, smoking grass?" "Are you kidding me?" "If you nailed all the ballplayers that smoked grass, you couldn't field a punt return team." "You give me harder stuff in Chicago just to get out of the goddamn locker room, hard drugs." "What's..." "Continue." "Uh, photo exhibit "H" shows Mr. Elliott in the company of a woman named Charlotte Calder as they leave a county and western" "Jesus Christ!" "You sleazy bastard!" "Sit down in that chair!" "What do you think you're doing here?" "Who the hell you think you are?" "We treated you pretty well." "We paid you damn well!" "Ty to earn that much out there." "You're in for a surprise!" "I'll take care of this." "You're nothing but a two-bit football player." "Calm down!" "Let him talk." "Let him talk." "You got anything to say, Phil?" "Nah." "Are you part of this, B.A.?" "Phil, you have the best hands in football." "There's a lot more to this business than ability." "You're wrong, because it is ability." "It is what I can do with these hands, and that's why I play the game." "It's dedication." "It's discipline." "It's sacrifice." "You can't take all the time." "You have to give something back to the game." "For Christ's sake, my nose is busted." "I can't even breathe through it." "I can hardly stand up." "I haven't slept more than three hours at a stretch in two years." "Isn't that giving something back?" "There's pieces of me scattered from here to Pittsburgh on these football fields." "Isn't that giving something back to the game?" "Isn't it?" "B.A..." "B.A..." "B.A... how can you take this away from me?" "How can you do this?" "OK, Phil." "Only now I speak for myself." "And it's your childish attitude." "You hurt the team." "Team?" "They're the team!" "These guys right here, B.A." "They're the team." "We're the equipment." "We're the jockstraps, the helmets." "They just depreciate us and take us off their goddamn tax returns!" "That's what that is." "Yeah." "Well... I was good when I played." "Because the only thing that's real in that game... is me." "And that's enough." "Well, I feel for you, Phil, but you confused luck and brain." "You betrayed me." "You betrayed my family." "I tried to warn you." "You violated the morals clause of your contract." "It's that simple, so, pending a league hearing, you're hereby suspended without pay." "Yeah?" "is that what it is, Emmett?" "is that what this whole charade has been about, so you don't have to pay my contract?" "I don't need your money that bad. I quit!" "You are right, B.A." "Thank you." "It's time to put away childish things." "Things get ugly up there?" "Pretty ugly." "My name come up?" "Uh... ahem." "There's no reason to bring you into this." "They suspend you?" "I quit." "I can't take it." "They want too much." "Too much ain't enough." "Not for them." "What you gonna do?" "I don't know." "I'm going to go home." "I'm going to get in bed with Charlotte." "I'm going to spend a week with her." "I'm going to heal up." "I'll spend time with her and take it easy." "Hoss." "Hmm?" "I appreciate you keeping my name out of it." "Uh, no sweat." "You knew about it." "You know evey thing, don't you, Max?" "That I do, Poot." "That I do." "Hey, Poot." "Yeah?" "Got any of them old pain killers?" "You keep them, cowboy." "You're going to need them." "Ahh." "Hey, Seth." "We really had them worried in Chicago, didn't we?" "Best catch I ever seen, Poot." "Not a bad pass either." "Good luck on Sunday." "Hey, Poot." "Yeah?"