(sniff) Not right now. I'm still thinking about the potato.
Jesus, you need to pull yourself together. You have a game tomorrow. You haven't even consulted the Oracle yet.
Sweet chode salsa, you're right! There's still time. Quick, bring me my loafers.
Bieberjuice! Bieberjuice! Bieberjuice!
Please, Oracle, I need advice.
Baby, take my open heart and all it offerrrrrrs.
Please, Oracle, I don't have time for your sweet, sensual melodies. I'll listen to them on my Zune when i get home.
Your lips, my biggest weakness...
Yes yes, I know. Basenez used to tell me the same thing. Seriously though, I need to know what I can do to beat Iowa on Saturday.
Did you bring me a sacrifice?
BIEBER HUNGRY! NOM NOM NOM!
Alright, I've kept my end of the bargain. Now it's your turn. I need advice.
Granted. See card in disposal slot.
What, so you're a fucking Zoltar machine now? Fine, whatever.
Yeah ok, very funny. Come on. I need serious advice.
WHAT? I'M NOT FUCKING SURRENDERING! GIVE ME A DEFENSIVE SCHEME OR A TRICK PLAY OR SOMETHING!
Oh right, sorry. Granted.
YOU LITTLE SONOFABITCH!
Hey calm down, I was just messing with you.
Yeah, sorry. Here.
YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD, ASSHOLLLLLLLE