Browns lockerroom pre-game

[The Highlander]

(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: (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: How'd I get back here?