- [Drew Boyd's engagement party. Emmett confronts Drew after overhearing him call him and his fellow caterer Darren flamers]
- Emmett: Excuse me, Mr. Boyd?
- [he pulls Drew aside]
- Emmett: I hope I'm not out of place for saying this... actually, I don't give a fuck if I am. Back in Hazlehurst, Mississippi where I grew up, I was always taught that if a real man has something to say about someone, he says it to his face, not behind his back. So even though you may be a star, you know, captain of the team, hero to millions, you still have a lot to learn about being a man.
- [walks away and continues serving the guests]
- [Emmett returns to Drew Boyd's house to pick up his check and equipment. Drew's there alone]
- Emmett: [as Drew answers the door] Is Sierra in?
- Drew Boyd: She's off with her girlfriends seeing some chick flick.
- Emmett: Oh, well I stopped by to pick up a check and my equipment.
- Drew Boyd: Yeah, she left you a check. Come on in.
- [Emmett hesitates]
- Drew Boyd: Well?
- [Emmett relents and comes inside. A football game's on TV]
- Drew Boyd: [gives Emmett his check] Here you go.
- Emmett: Thanks. I'll just get my equipment and...
- Drew Boyd: How about a beer?
- [goes and gets two bottles of beer]
- Drew Boyd: I'm not supposed to be drinking, but I'm in pretty good shape. Wouldn't you say?
- [he lifts up his shirt exposing his six-pack]
- Emmett: I'd say one beer's not gonna ruin that six-pack.
- [Drew hands him a bottle of beer]
- Drew Boyd: [gesturing at the TV] That was last week's game. Coach makes us watch ourselves.
- Emmett: Which one are you?
- Drew Boyd: Number 7.
- Emmett: Very graceful... in a rugged, manly way.
- [Drew chuckles and takes a sip of beer]
- Emmett: You know, there's something I've always wanted to ask: why the tight pants?
- Drew Boyd: So there's nothing to grab onto if you're tackled.
- Emmett: And why are you always patting each other's asses?
- Drew Boyd: Just friendly encouragement.
- Emmett: You know, I don't see much difference in how you play your game on Sunday afternoons and how I play my game on Saturday nights.
- [laughs and takes a sip of beer]
- Drew Boyd: Here.
- [tosses Emmett an autographed football]
- Drew Boyd: Catch.
- Emmett: [catches it and laughs in surprise] Oh, my God! Did you see that? I caught it. I never caught a ball in my life.
- [Drew slowly walks towards him and tackles him to the floor onto his back]
- Emmett: [in surprise] Oof!
- Drew Boyd: You okay?
- Emmett: This also isn't much different than my Saturday nights. You have a very nice body.
- Drew Boyd: You think so?
- Emmett: Strong, uh, hard.
- Drew Boyd: Feel my bicep. Go on.
- [Emmett touches it]
- Drew Boyd: Now feel this.
- [he grabs Emmett's hand and places it on his hardened crotch]
- Emmett: What about Sierra?
- Drew Boyd: She thinks I have a nice body, too.
- [he rolls Emmett over onto his stomach and pulls his pants and underwear down]