First of all, let's be real friendly here, okay? My name is Norm. Secondly, your coaching days are over.
Look, mister, there's... two kinds of dumb, uh... guy that gets naked and runs out in the snow and barks at the moon, and, uh, guy who does the same thing in my living room. First one don't matter, the second one you're kinda forced to deal with.
Translate. That some sort of threat?
I don't know why Cletus drug your tired old bones in here, he musta owed you somethin' fierce. Fact is, mister, you start screwin' up this team, I'll personally hide-strap your ass to a pine rail and send you up the Monon Line!
[George angrily turns and storms out of the gym]
Leave the ball, will you, George? [to himself] OK, let's see what kind of hand I've been dealt.
