Ali: How is it that the ultimate prize in the most macho sport ever invented is a piece of jewelry?
Sonny Weaver Jr.: Come on, Tom. Say it with me, you pancake-eating motherfucker.
Sonny Weaver Jr.: I want my picks back, and I want David god damn Putney, just because I feel like it.
Rick the Intern: Can I get you a soda?
Sonny Weaver Jr.: No, I don't want a soda! No Clevelander has ever used the word "soda." Ever! Us Clevelanders use the word "pop."
Rick the Intern: Like, how did you come up with that?
Sonny Weaver Jr.: I was pissed.
Sonny Weaver Jr.: God damn it, I love this job.
Sonny Weaver Jr.: You were right about me, Tom. I am a crazy man. So come on, take advantage of it. What are you waiting for?
Anthony Molina: Ray, remind me. Where were you picked? First? Second?
Ray Lewis: 26th. It still hurts.
Anthony Molina: Oh. Well, that's good too.