- Hey, that's great. - I guess I owe that to you. Thank you.

You're welcome. So, you can sell us real easy, then?

- I could probably get some interest. - Oh, boy. That's great!

Oh, that's just great, Anita!

You know, for five months now, I've been tryin' to prove to you,

without ever really knowing who you were, that you were wrong,

and that we could get somebody interested in the Chiefs.

We could sew that thing up tonight, you know.

- We oughta cream those guys! - That's terrific.

But I couldn't make enough of a profit to have a sale be worthwhile.

My accountant tells me I'm better off folding the team, taking a tax loss.

You mean, you could sell us but you won't?

I could probably sell you.

But I can't.

Oh.

You know...

We're human beings, you know.

I have to confess that I've never let the children watch a hockey game.

I have a theory that children imitate what they see on a TV screen.

They see violence, they'll become violent.

They see someone stick up a bank, they'll stick up a bank.

Heroin. You name it.

- You're fucked. - What?

You are totally fucked.

You're garbage for letting us all go down the drain.

- Are you serious? - You could sell us. We're hot.

People go nuts for us. You could find a buyer.

I don't think you understand finance.

Your son looks like a fag to me. You'd better get married again,

cos he'll have somebody's cock in his mouth before you know it.

How dare you! How dare you!