Glengarry II - Jerry's Revenge
You might recall last year around this time I posted what I humbly consider my best work of all time. I fear it's time for a sequel. However, the purpose of last year's speech was motivational. I think we're long past that. Yep, we pulled out a win last night, but given recent events, I think it's time for outright, unmitigated abuse directed at someone in particular.
Thus, I give you...
Manuel: You stupid fucking cunt.
You, Wright...I'm talkin' to you, shithead.
You just cost me four games in the standings.
Four games. And one divisional title.
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna to do about it, asshole.
You fucking shit. Where did you learn to play, you stupid fuckin' cunt?! You idiot.
Whoever told you you could play with men?!
Reporter: Could I...
Manuel: I'm going to have your job, shithead.
I'm going upstairs and talk to Fred and Jeff, and I'm going to Omar.
I don't care whose nephew you are, who you know, how big your contract is, what round you were drafted in, how many ads you're in, whose dick you're sucking on...you're going out. I swear to you, you're going...
Reporter: Hey, Jerry, let's get this done...
Manuel: Anyone in this game lives on their wits...
I'm going to be with you in a second.
What you're hired for is to help us--does that seem clear to you?
To help us.
Not...to fuck us up.
To help men who are going out there to try to earn a living. You fairy.
You company man.
I'll tell you something else. I hope we don't make the playoffs now, I can tell our friend here something might help him blame you.
(starts into the room)
You wanna learn the first rule -- you'd know if you ever spent a day in your life.
You never chase a pitch in the dirt when all we need is a sacrifice fly.
You fucking child.