What's next, stigmata?

He's fucked up; they're all fucked up.

He's so freaked about Beamen taking his spot, he'd play with a fractured neck.

I'm going to consult with a player? What are you talking about? I know his answer! They couldn't take a piss in the morning, without the pills. You want to play innocent? Fuck your innocence! You don't want to hear the answer, don't ask the question. I didn't have to ask him, because I knew the answer. These men are football players, they are gladiators. They will not live with shame, like you. And long ago, they made that choice. And I'm not going to take responsibility to stand between them...