Briles: Thanks for having me here guys. Man, I am starving. How do we decide where to go for lunch?
Stoops: The coach who's team comes in last during the season typically gets to pick. Your predesessor always chose Hooters because he thought it would be funny to have that place on his expense report. However, it looks like Coach Sherman is going to be choosing restaurants this season and for the foreseable future. What do you think Mike?
Sherman: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Stoops: Not again. Somebody wake him up.
Gundy: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUUPPP!
Sherman: Huh? Who's that? What's going on?
Leach (hung over): Stop Yelling! Some of us do not spend all our time thinking about football and would rather enjoy the exploits of alcohol. This is expecially true when you realize you are destined to be Pirate Captain in the middle of the damn West Texas desert. (Pulls out flask) God I hate Lubbock.
Briles: Ok. Ok. We're not getting anywhere. Mack, do you have a preference?
Brown: I don't know. I don't do decisions very well.
Stoops: I knew we should have invited Muschamp instead.
Brown: Shut up! 45-35 Bitch!
Stoops: Does Vince ever let you look at his National Championship Trophy?
Gundy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Briles: Why are you yelling?
Gundy: THAT'S ALL I KNOW HOW TO DO!
Leach: Stop yelling! (stumbles)
Briles: Forget it, I'm ordering a pizza.
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