"Rex, ya gotta win a few games or it's curtains." "I know, John, Woody might can us both if we don't do a better job" "What'ya mean we, Rex, ya got a turd in your pocket? Woody might can YOU!" "Me? This is all your fault, John, for not using all 12 draft picks last year on defensive backs!" "Yeah, but Rex, I did draft a few guys to help your offense." "What's an "offense" John?" "It's the other side of ball, Rex, the team that is trying to score" "Offense? Wow. what a novel concept, John. But this is still all your fault." "My fault? You're the one who had me draft Dexter McDuck in the 3rd round this year." "Well, John, he did play one and half GAMES his senior year of college." "Speaking of college, Rex, how are Mike Goodson and Dmitri Patterson doing with the playbook?" "John, they are AWOL, they left the team." "But, Rex, I gave Dmitri a million dollars just to sign with us! Plus, he's a CB-your favorite position." "Well, John, you can kiss that $1M goodbye." "Well, that's better than an idiotic tattoo, I heard some dumb coach tattooed butt fumble's number to his body" "That was me, John." "I'm telling Woody, Rex." "Well, then, I'm telling him that you had no GM experience." "Well, then I'll tell him that you made Santonio Holmes a captain and he melted down in the huddle." "Well, then I'll tell him that you picked Millner in the first round after he had 5 previous surgeries." "By the way, how's he doing this year, Rex?" "He's on injured reserve, John. That sometime happens when one had 5 previous surgeries before the draft." "Rex, how ARE you and I and Terry Bradway still even employed with the jets, given how much we stink? "I dunno, John, how is our cap space, do we still have $20 million? "What's cap space, Rex?" "You stink as a GM, John. You're fired." "You can't fire me--I'm the GM. You're fired, Rex." "I"ll tell Woody on you, John." By the way, Mark Sanchez gives us the best chance to win."
