Blake: Let's talk about something important. Put. That. cocktail. Down. Cocktails are for winners only. You think I'm fucking with you? I am not fucking with you. I'm here from downtown. I'm here from Mitch and Murray. And I'm here on a mission of mercy. Your name's Frank Bush? You call yourself a coach you son of a bitch?

Frank Bush: I don't gotta sit here and listen to this shit.

Blake: You certainly don't pal, 'cause the good news is - you're fired. Have I got your attention now? Good. "Get the picture? You laughing now? You got players. Bob and Rick paid good money to get these players to win games. You can't shutdown Tim Fucking Tebow or Kerry Collins? You can't shutdown shit. You ARE shit. Hit the bricks pal, and beat it 'cause you are going OUT.

Frank Bush: You're such a hero, you're so smart, how come you're coming down here wasting your time with such a bunch of bums?

Blake: You want to know what it takes to be an NFL defensive coordinator? It takes BRASS BALLS. Go and do likewise gent. The position's out there. You pick it up, it's yours. You don't, I got no sympathy for you. You wanna go out on those Sunday's and close, CLOSE. It's yours. If not you're gonna be shining my shoes. And you know what you'll be saying - a bunch of losers sittin' around in a bar. 'Oh yeah. I used to be a defensive coordinator. It's a tough racket.' I'd wish you good luck but you wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it. And to answer you question, pal, why am I here? I came here because Bob and Rick asked me to. They asked me for a favor. I said the real favor, follow my advice and fire your fucking ass because a loser is a loser.

Frank Bush: The defense is weak

Blake: The defense is weak? Fucking defense is weak. You're weak.