Draft Day

Rick the Intern: "How did you come up with that?"
Sonny Weaver Jr.: "I was pissed!"

"I want my picks back, and I want David god damn Putney, just because I feel like it."

Sonny Weaver Jr.: "Looks like Tarzan, plays like Jane."
Coach Penn: "Your opinion. He plays in my system."
Sonny Weaver Jr.: "He doesn't block!"
Coach Penn: "I don't need him to block, I need him to run! Which he does, like a bat out of hell. Which takes the pressure off of my offense. Okay? I got fifty-two Tarzans in that locker room... I could use a Jane!"

"I told him you were busy, and he told me to, uhm, have intercourse with my mother... which, you know, she passed away, so... I... I didn't tell him that..."

Ali: "Can I get you gentlemen some coffee?"
Sonny Weaver Jr.: "Love some."
Coach Penn: "Light and sweet, honey, thanks."
Ali: "Yeah, I'm not getting you idiots anything."
[Ali walks out]
Coach Penn: "I like her."

Sonny Weaver Jr.: "How does the entire world know about this, Mom?
Barb Weaver: Because Vontae Mack just tweeted it."
Sonny Weaver Jr.: "He tweeted it?"
Barb Weaver: "Yeah, here. 'Agent just called. Browns trade for number one. Sorry Cleve, you get Bo no Vontae. Dumb move'."
Sonny Weaver Jr.: "You're on Twitter?"
Barb Weaver: "You're not?"

Sonny Weaver Jr.: "There's me doing my job, you doing yours. Your job is to coach the team I give you. They do it different in Dallas?"
Coach Penn: "Yeah, they do. They win... [holding up his Super Bowl ring] ... a lot!"

"Come on, Tom. Say it with me, you pancake-eating motherfucker."