Steve McNair: AAAAAAAHH! AAAAAAAAAH!! AAAAAAAHHH!
Donovan McNabb: AAAAAAAARRRRGHH! OH SWEET CHRIST!
Christian Fauria: You not scream. I catch ball.
Steve McNair: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! I CAN’T WAIT TO PLAY, I’M IN SO MUCH PAIN! THIS IS THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD! SWEET AGONY! AAAAHHHH!
Isaac Bruce: Wha . . . what happened? We . . . I . . . we used to be so good . .
Jerome Bettis: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHH!
Plaxico Burress: Anyone got some hand grease? For my hands? I’d like to make my hands greasier.
Ed McCaffrey: This is the worst team I’ve ever been on. I’m going back to the fucking hospital.
Jamal Lewis: Does anyone even notice me anymore? I’m right here, guys.
Christian Fauria: What? Who you? Get us sandwiches.
Jamal Lewis: But . . . oh all right.
Isaac Bruce: . . . we were good once, right guys? You remember . . . just a year ago . . .
Donovan McNabb: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAH!
Steve McNair: AAAAAAAAHHHHH! OHHHHHH! MORE! MORE PAIN, LORD!
Jerome Bettis: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAHH!
Sebastian Janikowski: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAAAARRRGH!
Ed McCaffrey: What the fuck is up with Janikowski? He’s not hurt.
Plaxico Burress: No, he’s just fucking nuts. Check him out–he’s eating Icy Hot.
Sebastian Janikowski: GERK! MRAGGAH! ERM!