Wade: Well, I do declare, that was one satisfyin’ win. But my goodness, this is one devil of a short week! I gotta get all this stuff done before those scrappy Jits come on in here tomorrow!
Hmm. You know… I reckon if I can get some of this game plan done NOW, I can leave work early tomorrow! Hoo wee, that’d be the bee’s knees! Hop in the car around 2, beat all the traffic, and be home to help the Mrs. Cook her famous sweet potata pie. Mmmmm, I can smell it comin’ out of the oven now. My, my, my.
Well, no time to waste then! Better get these papers in orderâ€¦
Hmmm, suddenly I don’t smell sweet potata pie no more. I smell gun powder. And Cool Water! Oh, noâ€¦
(door flies open)
Jerry: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!!!!! YUMPIN’ YIMMINY YABBITY YOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Jerry: Holy shitballs, Tubby! Did you see what my boy ROMO did to those dirty Redskins from DC! Scalped â€˜em like a pilgrim’s child! Woo hoo!!!! Ooooh, I bet that little Danny Boy is still smartin’ over that!
Wade: Sir, I was just in the middle ofâ€¦
Jerry: â€¦An apple fritter? Shut up and listen, Jurassic Pork. You know what I bet that tiny little sack of shit if we won on Sunday? Do ya?!!
Jerry: I bet him a weekend house! Ha ha ha! Can you believe that deluded little shit went for that bet? My flabby friend, I am now the proud owner of 300 pristine acres in the Wyoming valley! I got the deed right here! SIGNED, SEALED AND DELIVERED TO THE DOUBLE-J! Yeeeeehaw!!!!
Wade: Wonderful, sir.
Jerry: You know what I’m gonna do with all that land, Shirley? I’m gonna BURN it! Picture it, Jemima: A raging wildfire as far as the eye can see! And poor Danny Boy can’t do shit about it! Then I’m gonna make all our players wear a patch on their uniforms that says, “Hey Danny Boy, your daddy is still dead!” How you like that shit?
Wade: Very exciting, sir. Listen, if you don’t mind. I have to finish up our game plan for the Jeâ€¦
Jerry: You aren’t finishing up jack shit, Crisco Kid! Hey, I like that! The Crisco Kid! It’s funny because you’re fat and sad! I wanna know why you aren’t taking your etiquette classes with Princeton Boy!
Wade: Sir, we have a very short week. I don’t have time to waste with these sillyâ€¦
Garrett: Yes, I would imagine such things would seem rather silly to you. Why, I’m surprised you don’t have a napkin tucked into your collar this very moment. Surprised, indeed.
Jerry: Jason, my boy! How are you? I hope you’re ready for Thanksgiving at the ol’ Double-J ranch!
Garrett: Oh, quite. Muffy has prepared a wonderful mince pie for the occasion! And I brought a special Sauterne I thought you and I might share!
Wade: Wait a second. You invited HIM to Thanksgiving and not me?
Jerry: Well of course I did, you big fat shit! I can’t invite you when I have OTHER people there who also need to eat! I’m not lettin’ you turn my house into your own personal Golden Corral!
Garrett: A wise decision, sir.
Wade: It’s not fair!
Jerry: Well, maybe if you took Jason’s etiquette course seriously, you’d have found yourself on the invite list, Queso Dip!
Garrett: Indeed. You could use the training, my good man. Why, just look at my star pupil!
TO: Hello, Mr. Garrett. Hello, Mr. Jones.
Jerry: My God! You are like the goddamn dog whisperer, Garrett!
TO: (holds up croquet mallet) Would you gentlemen care to join me on the lawn for a set?
Wade: He’s faking it! He lit Terence Newman’s shoes on fire just yesterday!
TO: Why, Wade! Whatever dost thou mean, old chap?
Jerry: Looks like you could use some tips from ol’ TO here, Fathead. Since my boy GARRETT has worked with him, he hasn’t caused any trouble. Or sucked any cocks!
TO: (nervous) Yes, yes! No cocks of any sort!
Wade: Fine. I’ll take the goddamn course.
(four hours later)
Garrett: And the salad fork goes on theâ€¦?
Wade: On the far left. The dessert fork goes on top.
Garrett: Very nice, Wade!
Jerry: I’ll be damned! It’s like seeing a hog dress up in black tie! You done good, Sergeant Stretch Marks. That’s why I’m going to give you a reward.
Jerry: You getâ€¦ A TICKLIN’!!!!
Wade: (laughing) No! Sir! Hahaha! Please stop!
Jerry: WHAT’S THE PASSWORD, FATTY?
Wade: Iced tea!
Jerry: LOUDER, PIGGY BOY!
Wade: ICED TEA!
Jerry: I CAN’T HEAR YOU!
Wade: ICED TEA!!!!!
Jerry: YEEHAW!!! WHOOPADEEDOO!!!!!! I AM FUCKING CRAZY!!!!