Alright, Smiley. What you got?
What do ya mean coach?
Your ass is bigger than usual today. And if there's one thing I know, it's big asses.
Oh that. Meh. I just been putting gravy on my porkchops lately. That's all. Really.
Let's go Smiley. Out with it!
A Triple-A Card?
In case I go for a ride with Channing Crowder.
I went fishing over the weekend.
And I caught a rainbow trout.
With these guys.
-Hot damn, son! It's hotter than dog shit on a skillet up in there!
-You said it, Bo. Darker than a coal miner's lunch box, too!
What else, Smiley. C'mon.
What the hell, Smiley?
He kept bothering me, asking if I knew where the team prayer meetings were. So I grabbed him and said, "I got your prayer meeting right here!" I was gonna give him right back. Honest.
What else you got?
That's it, coach. I swear.
Say, uh, sorry to interrupt, Mr. Parcells. You know if anyone's seen Samkon Gado lately?
Gado? I thought we cut him, Jeff.
No, sir. He was supposed to report today to restructure his contract. But no one has seen or heard from him in like a week.
Oh yea. Sorry. Forgot.
This is not cool, my fiends! I am not to like being lodged inside a man's anus! It is not cool in the very least! I am to leave now! I am to leave and never come back! Merry New Year!