“Teodoro. Dig. This ain’t a courtroom. This ain’t D.C. Exhale all that vit-ri-ol, k? It’s a poisonous snake that wants to flood your blood with bogus vibes, man. Nah nah. You take that snake, turn it into a pair of Lucchese’s, take a lil sip-sip of some agave from our madre and just chilllll. See, Ted, everybody’s always filibusterin’ somethin’. Senate. Mind. Soul. Sometimes you gotta invoke cloture on your own bullshit, brother. Now look out there. Eleven men. Hundred yards. No amendments. No subpoenas. Just space, time and consequence. You know why they call it the line of scrimmage, Ted? Neither do I. But it runs down the heart of every man. Which side you on?”