Damj: I want the truth!
Buddy Nix: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world with secrets that must be guarded. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Beerball? I have more responsibility than you can fathom. You weep for Tim Tebow and curse the Broncos. You don't know what I know. Denver's pick, while tragic, saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque to you, saves lives! But deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, - you need me in that war room - You want me in the war room. We use words like draft board, playmaker, best player available. They're the backbone of our lives. You use them as a punchline! I haven't the time or inclination to explain myself to a man who needs my draft picks but questions the way I do it. Better just to thank me. Or go to the stadium and buy season tickets. But I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
Damj: Did you try to trade up for Tim Tebow!?!?
Buddy Nix: You're goddamn right I did!!!!