[At halftime, in the Sentinels' locker room, losing to Dallas 17-0)
I ran it just like you said! You just underthrew me!
This isn't a track meet, asshole, you have to look for the ball!
You better back off, man.
You-!
Hey, hey! [To Martel] I'll pull you off the field, you spoiled little punk.
And who do you think O'Neill's going to side with: some burned out old coach, or somebody who puts fans in the stands?
[Players separate them]
Hey, what do you think you're doing?! We got a game to play!
Nobody can beat Dallas with these losers!
Hi Falco, it's great to see ya, now get the hell out of MY LOCKER ROOM!
Coach?
What the hell took you so long?
Traffic. [players cheer him on]
Suit up!
What?! [To McGinty] O'Neil will fire your ass!
It won't be the first time!
This is bullshit. I'm going to put an end to this right now. [heads for the locker room exit]
Come and get some then! [Pulling his shirt off, spitting into his right hand, and faces Martell] You big fairy!
[chuckles at Nigel but the grin disappears as the whole team moves to surround him.]
This doesn't change anything, Falco. I'm an All-Pro quarterback. I've got [points two fingers at him] TWO Super Bowl rings! And you'll never be more than a replacement player.
Yeah... [looks at McGinty] yeah, I can live with that. [team applauds]
[refers to Martell]
My brothers, will somebody please, PLEASE get this asshole out of here?
[Andre Jackson leads players in shoving Martell out]
