Goddamnit, Nick. You've really gotten yourself into some deep shit. You've gotten ME into some deep shit. I've had to cover your ass for FAR TOO LONG. First this nonsense about your pictures, then your emails. That's none of my business. But now I have Belichick calling me, saying some schlub from the internet has come to the Patriots organization with our ENTIRE GODDAMNED PLAYBOOK. You're lucky, LUCKY that Bill was an honest man here. Because any team in the National Football League would have scooped it up without hesitation. [pauses] Shit, there's no way to tell if they DID see anything or not. I'm going to have to redo the WHOLE PLAYBOOK. ALL of our plays. ALL of our signals. ALL because YOU can't keep your SHIT TOGETHER. Consider this a warning, Offray. You might be hot shit now, but I got three other QB's just WAITING to take your place. [pauses] In fact...you know what? Take the week off. Get your shit together. I don't want to see your smug face right now. I don't care what you do, just... [hangs up abruptly]