:11:00
Lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
:11:10
How's your man Harris doing?
:11:12
He kept dropping three or four balls
on them in the first half.
:11:15
But the calls they were sending in
were terrible.
:11:17
-It's like Allen and Gabriel all over again.
-How'd they do in the second half?
:11:21
If they don't run out of time,
they got a chance.
:11:25
Harris ain't bad for a black quarterback.
:11:28
...on the 46-yard line of Minnesota,
short of a first down but....
:11:31
Crap!
:11:33
...playing with a rib fracture....
:11:34
-What's the score, Chuck?
-Still 1 7-13, but they're really moving.
:11:38
...to his replacement, Amos Martin.
:11:42
One-eighty-three.
:11:49
-One, eight, three.
-Right, 1 83.
:12:00
Mr. Hollinger, is that your daughter?
:12:04
The Lieutenant asked
if that's your daughter, sir.
:12:10
You miserable son of a bitch.
:12:12
You rotten bastard!
:12:15
Hold him, grab him!
:12:18
Son of a gun! Lock his goddamn arm.
:12:22
-Should I cuff him?
-No, let him go.
:12:26
-What?
-Let him go.
:12:30
You could've covered her up.
:12:32
You bastards could've covered her up.
:12:35
Shut it up, Chuck.
:12:42
Come on, get a move on!
We ought to book his ass.
:12:45
-For what?
-Assault.
:12:48
-You still should've covered her up.
-And I say we ought to book him.
:12:52
Louis, you want to go upstairs
and get Mrs. Hollinger...
:12:54
and bring her down here for me, please?
:12:57
Crazy motherfucker.