Brad Johnson: Huh?
Jerry: I said how is the arm feeling?
Brad: Oh! It feels as good as it ever has!Jerry: So not too good. (With a look on his face as if someone just kicked him in the nuts)

Brad: Listen I know you and everybody else think I cannot do it anymore, but…
(Marshmallow man strolls up to brad’s locker eating a snickers bar.)
Wade Phillips: So what’s going on over here?
Jerry: Don’t you have a pizza to order or something?
Wade: Sorry boss just checking on old gunslinger here!
Jerry: Gunslinger!! What fucking games have you been watchin? This old sum bitch could not hit your big ass from 6 inches away!
Brad: Hey! I am still standing here! And I can hear!
Jerry: Now Brad, We all love you here but Damn son, my fucking grandson has more ability and arm strength than you do at this point in your career!
Wade: Sir! Cut the guy some slack
Jerry: You just shut that fat pie eating face of yours up! I make the calls around here, and it is gonna stay that way until you stop spending your money on donuts and spend it on buying this fucking team from me! So for now I suggest you waddle your ass on down the hall and figure out a way to get my man T.O. the damn ball!
Brad: I will not stand here and let you talk to me that way!
(Brad notices some little dorky kid peaking around the corner and giggling and quickly pulling back as to not be seen!)
Brad: Hey!!
Jerry: what’s going on?
Brad: There is some computer geek over there eaves dropping on our conversation!
Jerry: That there is no geek, that’s the man that is gonna save your old ass!
(Brooks Bollinger walks around the corner typing on his laptop!)Brad: I am screwed!!!!
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