Mark: Hey, will you sew this up for me?
David: Sure. Can you get me the needle and thread?
Mark: What am I, your slave?
David: Look, this is like the third pair of pants I've sewn for you in the last two weeks. What do you ever do for me?
Mark: I don't tell people you can sew, Betty Ross.
Dan: Study my moves, buys. For you shall be preforming same tomorrow
Mark: What are you talking about?
Fred: Out annual Thanksgiving football game.
Dan: Yeah, we need a couple of big, fearless he-men to replace the two guys whose wives won't let them play.
David: Cool. We'll be there.
Mark: Oh, yeah, cool.
Dan: Mark, when I look at you I see speed. David, when I look at you... I know we won't leave any equipment on the field.
David: Well, this sounds great. I haven't played foorball for a long time.
Mark: Me either. I just hope I don't get stuck being the guy with his hand on the other guy's butt.
David: Well, what position do you want to play?
Mark: I don't know, the guy who does the main scoring thing. You know, like the ine flanking back.. guy.
David: The what?!
Mark: Leave me alone!
David: Wait a minute. You don't know anything about football, do you?
Mark: So what?! When I was in high school I had better things to do than chase a ball around.
David: Like what?
Mark: Like beating up artsy femme boys like you.
David: Well at least I know how to play football.
Mark: Hey, I always had a theory about football players. Touching each other on the butt, sticking their butts in the air,
wearing really tight pants to show off their butts.
David: What are you saying, Mark?
Mark: They're really into butts! I don't want some guy checking me out back there!
David: Why not?
Mark: Cut it out.
David: Okay, Mark, I was going to offer to help you, but if you don't mind being embarrassed tomorrow in front of your
father-in-law..
Mark: Alriht, alright. Look, man, I'm sorry. Would you mind, y'know, teaching me?
David: Of course not. You're my brother. Now both teams get several chances to score. These are called 'downs'. Now on
the first down..
Mark: Wait, how many are there?
David: I can't believe you haven't picked up any of this in the last twenty years.
Mark: And I can't believe you haven't picked up any sailors in the last twenty minutes.
David: Okay, fine. To answer your question.. there are secen downs.
Mark: Well, I thought there were only like four of five.
David: Oh, Mark. Okay, now, if you catch the ball on the fourth down, you gotta stop right where you are and throw it on
the ground. It's called a spike.
Mark: Hey, I've seen that. And that's when the do that dance thing, right?
David: Oh, yeah, you gotta do the dance. After you spike the ball in the middle of the field, believe me, everybody's
going to be looking at you.
Becky: How'd the game go?
Dan: I don't know. Why don't you ask Spike?
Mark: I'm really sorry, Dan.
Dan: Yeah, well, nothing's going right this thanksgiving.
Fred: It's not so much that you threw the bll down on the thirty yard line. But what'd you do that dance for?
Mark: It was fourth down, hot-shot!
Mark and DJ sitting on the couch watching a football game.
Mark: There! You see that? That guy just spiked the ball. What a jerk.
DJ: He scored a touchdown. Man, David really got you. When are you gonna punch him?
Mark: I don't know. When are you gnna shut up? Look, David yanked me pretty good and that's the end of it.
David: Mark, I drained all the oil like you said, but I still can't get my car started.
Mark: Well, after diner, just keep cranking it untilit starts, and then floor it.
David: Alright.
DJ: Isn't that bad for his engine
Mark: It will completely wreck it.
DJ: I hope I'm as smart as you when I grow up.
Mark: And next time you try any more smart stuff, smart guy, somebody will be sewing you up.. got it?
David: Don't bug me, Mark. I've got a pin in my hand. Okay, whaddya think?
Mark: Wow. You did a good job. You know what? I think you're a chick trapped inside a wus's body.
David: Come on, Mark, I did your pant for you. How 'bout giving me a break and fixing my car?
Mark: Well, I'll tell you what, I'm taking Becky out to dinner. Wen I get back.. I'll think about it.
David: Wait. There's a loos thread. There you go. Man, I am good at this.
Mark: You'er pathetic.
Mark turns and walks out of the room. The seat of his pants is missing.