After their failure to create the perfect quarterback for the Air Raid last week, Holgorsen and Dawson return to their underground laboratory to compare Halloween costumes and create a mutant superhero.
...and some jerk thought I should be Beetlejuice for Halloween. So naturally, I was the Joker. I'm having a time getting the makeup off, though.
I went as a pirate.
Really? Hard to tell from the hat.
Shut up, Dana!
Whatever...anyway, we gotta get this offense going.
We could run the ball.
(mockingly) "We could run the ball." Yes we could. Or maybe we could punt on first down.
Why do you even ask for my opinion.
Show me a tear, Shannon. Go grab a Red Bull and shake it off.
Better?
Better!
We have got to boost Trickett's confidence so he'll believe in himself and the team will believe in him.
Shew! I vote we give him some Red Bull. Cause I am feeling goooooooood, y'all!
Visualize and attack.
Arthur Fonzarelli?
That's Mr. Coach Klein, thank you very much.
How did you get down here?
I didn't. I'm a figment of coach Dawson's imagination. You really shouldn't give him Red Bull. It makes him hallucinate.
Okay. Well, you go in the corner and keep quiet until Shannon sobers up. M'kay?
You wanted to see me coach?
Clint. Yes, come over here and give this a try.
Wow! What is this thing?
Don't know. But if anyone gets in your way Saturday, I want you to light them up!
Is that legal coach?
Does it matter? We're trying to get to a bowl game, son!
Coach Dawson? What should I do? Coach?
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What's wrong with coach Dawson?
Too much coffee. Look Clint, for better or worse you're our quarterback for the rest of the season. As a leader, it's your responsibility to look out for your teammates. To protect them and do what's in their best interests.
But I could go to jail if I use this on someone.
No one said being a leader was easy.
What about you and coach Dawson?
He's so looped up right now, he won't remember anything. And me? Two words, plausible denyability.
Plausa-what?
Exactly! Now go get some rest. You're going to need it.