Um...Look. I know we were never close buddies and I can only image the load of fake crap that you've had to put up with from people you hardly even know, and I am so not doing that. I just um--I came by to tell you how sorry I am that Tim hasn't been in to see you. He wants to. Although, he won't admit it, but he just can't do it.
Dinner, movies, get her in the backseat of your car. I don't care, whatever, but I'm telling you, you need to get loose out there. You're wound up tighter then a rubber band out there, son.
For Jason, Tim. What, what happened with us came from all these feelings about Jason and what he's going through. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense. Do you understand?
What I'm saying is, I don't feel anything for you, okay. That wasn't even me that night. That was--I don't even know who that was but it will never happen again. No one can ever know about it and it meant nothing. Do you understand me, Tim?
I gotta tell y'all something. I'm pissed at these boys from Arnett Mead. I know you're pissed, too. Let's get one thing straight, right now. This ends here. There's not gonna be any retaliation. There's gonna be no getting back. Rivalry week ends now. Tell you what we are gonna do, we're going to take this energy that we have and we're gonna take this anger that we have and we're gonna use it to kick their ass where it counts, on the field. Is that understood?
