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Because he's obsessed with her and won't leave her alone.

Sure. Bet on whatever.

You two have the Ducks, and you have the Wildcats.

I want everybody to insert their safety pin into their wristband...

He's, like, working at some stupid youth center thing.

Uh, well, I don't know. I just don't know if that's safe.

- I call 'em like I see 'em. - Come on, man. Calm down.

- Yeah, I have 248 hours of, uh... - Interstate.

- Wanna shoot for it? Free throws? - Shoot for what?

So we shouldn't talk at all while that's going on.

Screw this. I'm out of here.

Yeah, or it could be a girl. That's enough said, right?

Go ahead and kneel.

I figured maybe you and I could do a little father-son bonding.

I haven't got a clue what you're talking about.

- It's diet. - Oh.

All right. Jesus. You can start.

He was making a meme when he came in

- Pickin' teams. - The teams are already picked.

- Okay, everybody back. - Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's my team!

- Yes. - Because you start doing crazy shit like this all the time...

You know what? This is exactly why I don't wanna work with him. You know what I mean?

I, um, kind of slumped down in my seat when I heard your name so you wouldn't see me.

- Yes! I'm head coach! - This is your fault, Dad!

All right, kids. Everybody take a knee.

I know what it is.