Rev. Nutt: (speaks, whilst performing the baptist deacon hand clasp) Well, Brother Coach Mr. Hat, great game there, and I tell ya, I guess what we did was, we pretty much just took a knee there, you see, at the end...
...(leans in, whispers) ON YOUR MOTHER FUCKING ONE. YARD. LINE.
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Nutt: You are my bitch.
Miles: I want a corndog.
Nutt: You think people have figured out you're a shitty coach? I mean 4th and 23? Really?
Miles: Shut the fuck up, man. I'm going to call my agent and find out what my buyout is.
Rev. Nutt: (speaks, whilst performing the baptist deacon hand clasp) Well, Brother Coach Mr. Hat, great game there, and I tell ya, I guess what we did was, we pretty much just took a knee there, you see, at the end...
...(leans in, whispers) ON YOUR MOTHER FUCKING ONE. YARD. LINE.
Mr. Hat: Can my QB have his head back?
HDN: Peria ate it.
NUTT: Nobody fucks with the Jesus.
MILES: Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man.
Nutt: So how did you like that?
Miles: Next time will ya'll use lube please?
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