(Sprint cell phone plays Radiohead’s “Exit Music (For a Film)”)
Peyton: (looks at phone) Shit.
(Thom Yorke: “We hope… that you–“)
Peyton: Hey, kid.
Eli: Oh man tha’ was AWESOME! Idn’t winning playofff gamezzz FUHn?!?
Peyton: Are you drunk?
Eli: (giggles) Coash gah me a zix of Sima.
Peyton: Uh huh.
Eli: DOOOOD we beeet DALLAS! Nummer one seed in the ho’ conferen! IN DALLAS! An ya know who din’t throw an intershepshun? Guess.
Eli: No, ME!!!
Peyton: Must’ve been a nice chance of pace.
Eli: It totally was! Soooo weird! I’m don’t feel like crying at all!
Peyton: That’s great.
Eli: Oh. Oh. Oh man I’m sorry. I din’t ass how your game wen. You gettin’ rehddy fer the Pastyruts nest week?
Peyton: I gotta get that. Talk to you later.
Eli: Sure, just give me a ca–
Archie: That was awesome! You were in the playoffs! Is losing there any different from losing in the regular season?