i just want to know one thing; how the hell do you lose a 500 pound fish?! melissa's about to speak but hesitates.
what?
oh, thank you very much, mrs. jacque cousteau!
listen, personally, i don't give a good god damn about a fish. he looks at melissa. she doesn't dare say anything.
all i care about is winning this super bowl! i want the players' head in the right place. shit, roger, you've been in this game long enough, you know how superstitious players are. our quarterback's been putting his socks on backwards since high school. and i got a lineman who hasn't washed his jock in two years because he thinks flies are lucky! i want that god damn fish on the field super bowl sunday! find the fish, or find new jobs!