I'm gonna have the game of my life on Monday Night Football, and show all these mother****ers.
Take care, okay? You're my entire client roster.
Don't I know it. Now go home to your wife.
What's that supposed to mean?
Why are you even here, man? You could have told me all this over the phone.
I don't know -- how's "dedication" for an answer?
You don't want to go home, do you?
Why are you doing this to me, Rod?
I'm asking you a question --
No, you're --
I'm trying to talk to you. How's your marriage?
Not everyone has what you have.
Why'd you get married? I'm asking you as a friend.
You're jabbing at me.
I'm sorry I asked.
No, I'm going to answer you. You want an answer? I'll give it to you. Loyalty. She was loyal. Everything grew from there.
That's an answer.
Damn right.
For loyalty, you buy a dog. For love, you get married.
Look. I'm happy to entertain you, as always, but I have a question for you. Are we really "friends?"
Why not --
Well, friends can tell each other anything, right? If we have our "friends" hats on --
I think so.
Alright. Here's why you don't have your ten million dollars yet. You are a paycheck player. You play with your head. Not your heart. In your personal life? Heart. But when you get on the field -- you're a businessman. It's wide-angle lenses and who **** you over and who owes you for it. That's not what inspires people. I'm sorry, but that's the truth, can you handle it? Just a "question," Rod. Between friends.
I don't want to be friends anymore.
Fine.
Beautiful.
