Mangini paces his office/bedroom.
Mangini: These morons lived through four years of
Butch Davis, then another FOUR FUCKING YEARS of
Romeo Crennel, and now they want to
fire me after only three games? We're not even to the bye week and I'M
THE WORST NFL HEAD COACH HIRE IN 25 YEARS? ARE YOU SHITTING ME, JOE PO-WHATEVERYOURNAMEIS? I'M A MANGENIUS!
Mangini collapses in a fit of anger on his IKEA futon-bed. He exhales deeply, trying to control his breathing.
Mangini: Get it together, Eric. They'll see how smart you are. But you can't expect yourself to turn things around overnight.
The door flies open:
Randy Lerner: (
carrying a scone) Pip-pip! Cheerio!
Mangini: (
under his breath) Oh, fuck me. (
putting on a smile) Good morning, Mr. Lerner!
Randy Lerner: Just popped over on the tram to check on my favorite American football coach, and goodness am I knackered!
Mangini: Sir, I'm not going to beat around the bush. I promise you that by the end of this year you will see an improvement in this team.
Randy Lerner: Jolly good! How's the season shaping up so far?
Mangini: Well, I'm sure you know our record--
Randy Lerner: Can't say that I do.
Mangini: Huh?
Randy Lerner: I find wins and losses to be rather
gauche. What I fancy is a team of clean-cut, disciplined, intelligent sportsmen!
The door flies open:
Quinn: I want my starting job back, and I'm not taking no for an answer!
Randy Lerner: Who's this strapping young lad?
Quinn: Sir, my name is Brady Quinn, and I am a lifelong fan and starting quarterback of the Cleveland Browns--
Mangini: We'll discuss this later.
Quinn: We'll discuss it
now.
Mangini: (
with simmering rage) Shut the fuck up and get out of my office.
Randy Lerner: I say, old chap, that's no way to talk to an employee!
The door flies open:
D.A.: Excuse me, Brady? There's a clipboard out on the practice field that isn't being held ...
Quinn: Fuck off,
horse balls.
D.A.: I can't believe you thought you would just take the starting position from me so easily! How naive you are!
Mangini: Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking with the team owner in my office!
D.A.: (
to Lerner) You're the owner?
Randy Lerner: Quite, quite!
D.A.: Your scarf makes you look like Harry Potter.
Randy Lerner: Goodness, me! This is a spirited group!
The door flies open:
Bernie: (
slurring his words) I thought I heard good ol' Randy's voice!
Randy Lerner: Hello, Bernie.
Mangini: (
under his breath) Oh shit.
Bernie Kosar: Mister Bigshot Owner comes back over seas to visit the peons in Cleveland. Well, guess what? I run a lil' team of my own. Maybe you've heard of them. They go by the name of the
Cleveland Gladiators!
Randy Lerner: Sorry, I haven't, old friend.
Bernie Kosar: I'm no more your friend than you are an NFL-owner, you
soccer-loving douchebag.
Quinn: You tell 'em, Bernie!
Bernie Kosar: (
to Quinn) Shut up, turd-arm. (
to Randy Lerner) I challenge you to a fist-fight. Winner gets ownership of the Browns.
Mangini: Everyone out of my office!
Randy Lerner: I'd rather not resort to fisticuffs ...
Bernie Kosar makes drunken chicken noises.
Randy Lerner: (
rolling up his sleeves) Right!
Mangini: Sir, you don't have to do this!
Randy Lerner: Shut up, you wanker!
They square off to fight. Bernie Kosar takes a step forward. His knees give out and he collapses to the ground, writhing in pain.
Bernie Kosar: OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! REMATCH!
Randy Lerner: Americans are such unusual creatures.
Bernie Kosar: YOU'RE FROM
BROOKLYN!