The Highlander
11-14-2004, 08:51 PM
(Butch Davis walks around looking concerned)
B. Davis: They have Roethlisberger, they have Ward,they have Bettis, they have Farrior, they have Polamalu, they have Porter...
Aaron Shea: We're boned...
B. Davis: True as that may be, we can't think that way. Now, think people, we need a game plan. The Steelers have been getting into our head with little details like beating the tar out of everyone while we're getting killed. Any ideas?
(crickets cherp)
Shea: We're boned.
Jeff Garcia: We could play football for a change.
Kelly Holcomb: Pick up the Blitz?
Gerard Williams: Feed me beans?
ALL: NO!
B. Davis: Williams, you could beat Risninburner in the head.
Andre Davis: I think it's Ruthlessbradshaw.
Phil Dawson: I think it's Bugs Bunny.
B. Davis: Shut up, you dumb kicker!
Dawson: (Looks ready to yell, but gets distracted by something) Ooh, shiney!
Shea: We're boned.
B. Davis: Think, people....er...never mind.
Garcia: I could do a striptease for Plaxico.
Plaxico Burress: Huh?
Holcomb: Your lockerroom's down the hall, you pothead.
(Burress and William Green start leaving)
Holcomb: :nono: (Pulls Green back into the room)
B. Davis: I think I have an idea.
Dawson: Slinkys!
Shea: We're boned.
B. Davis: SHUT UP! Green, you're a waste of space, right?
Green: I'm wasted...
B. Davis: How about starting a fight with Porter, get him ejected.
Garcia: Oh, thank god.
Green: I have the munchies. (Leaves)
B. Davis: As far as the rest of you...
Ebenezer Ekuban: Is this actually your first name?
B. Davis: It's a typo, that's supposed to be a "U". Now, lets get them Steelers!
(The team stands up, turns around, and try to charge out of the room. They remember too late that there are walls.)
Shea: (Shakes head) We're boned.
B. Davis: So boned.
(Shea and B. Davis leave)
Burress: :wtf: How'd I get back here?
B. Davis: They have Roethlisberger, they have Ward,they have Bettis, they have Farrior, they have Polamalu, they have Porter...
Aaron Shea: We're boned...
B. Davis: True as that may be, we can't think that way. Now, think people, we need a game plan. The Steelers have been getting into our head with little details like beating the tar out of everyone while we're getting killed. Any ideas?
(crickets cherp)
Shea: We're boned.
Jeff Garcia: We could play football for a change.
Kelly Holcomb: Pick up the Blitz?
Gerard Williams: Feed me beans?
ALL: NO!
B. Davis: Williams, you could beat Risninburner in the head.
Andre Davis: I think it's Ruthlessbradshaw.
Phil Dawson: I think it's Bugs Bunny.
B. Davis: Shut up, you dumb kicker!
Dawson: (Looks ready to yell, but gets distracted by something) Ooh, shiney!
Shea: We're boned.
B. Davis: Think, people....er...never mind.
Garcia: I could do a striptease for Plaxico.
Plaxico Burress: Huh?
Holcomb: Your lockerroom's down the hall, you pothead.
(Burress and William Green start leaving)
Holcomb: :nono: (Pulls Green back into the room)
B. Davis: I think I have an idea.
Dawson: Slinkys!
Shea: We're boned.
B. Davis: SHUT UP! Green, you're a waste of space, right?
Green: I'm wasted...
B. Davis: How about starting a fight with Porter, get him ejected.
Garcia: Oh, thank god.
Green: I have the munchies. (Leaves)
B. Davis: As far as the rest of you...
Ebenezer Ekuban: Is this actually your first name?
B. Davis: It's a typo, that's supposed to be a "U". Now, lets get them Steelers!
(The team stands up, turns around, and try to charge out of the room. They remember too late that there are walls.)
Shea: (Shakes head) We're boned.
B. Davis: So boned.
(Shea and B. Davis leave)
Burress: :wtf: How'd I get back here?