HBO original comedy Ballers drops S4E3 tonight.

#Ballers season 5 has not yet been confirmed.

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metacritic: 65

imdb: 7.6

emmys: 2 nominations

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Spencer Strasmore

First-ballot Hall of Fame Miami Dolphins defensive-end Spencer Strasmore leverages his contacts to enter the financial management industry following his pro football career.

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“The one thing I did know is that he loved his family more than anything.  Tina, you meant the world to him.  I remember my first game starting at defensive end.  It was– it was at the old Giants Stadium and the wind was blowing and we were down by a field goal.  I read a screen pass and I dropped a game-winning interception.  And I could feel Rod’s Darth Vader stare.  He looked at me, he said, ‘you do that again, you’ll be bagging groceries.’  The very next play, he jumped the route, took it right to the house.  Saved my ass that day.” — Spencer Strasmore

“How fucked up was that?  You saw that?  Rod would have loved that, huh?  What do you say we honor my man’s life by going out tonight?  Story?  It was Rod’s favorite spot.  I’m sorry.  I completely understand.  I didn’t know her much.  I never hung out with them.  Okay, at least tell me how I can help.  Myself?  I got a handle on that.  I’m good.” — Spencer Strasmore

“Big time.  Where the hell were you today?  Did you hear about Rod?  How the fuck is that even possible?  All right, how much do you need?  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.  $300,000?  You signed for 12 mil out of school, Vernon.  You telling me the whole story right now?  You know I’d do anything for you, right?  But you’ve got to be straight up with me.  I need the whole story.  Vernon.  Vernon.” — Spencer Strasmore

“Joe, it was a fucking funeral.  Come on, show some respect.  Monetize my friendships, right?  There is no estate.  Tina was left with nothing.  No.” — Spencer Strasmore

“Hey, DJ.  I got to ask who’s the most dangerous weapon in the league?  Yeah?  No, far from it.  Far from it.  Trying to be.  Whoa, whose Bentley?  I know this ain’t a rental.  You paid cash?  Cash on delivery?  First piece of free advice.  You got to listen, y’all make millions.  Never buy a depreciating asset.  If it drives, flies, floats or fucks, lease it.  Let’s go have fun.” — Spencer Strasmore

“And Tina.  He had a thing for bottle service girls.  No, it’s they’re hot and you’re drunk.  How about that.  Get the truck.  Get the truck.  Hey!  Hey!  Call your agent.  Call Jason now.  Where the fuck is Charles at?  Call Jason.  Let’s go.  Get in there.  Get the fuck in the car, come on.  Yeah, we’re good.” — Spencer Strasmore

“You better say that.  Do you ever stop selling?  Thank you.  I appreciate that.  So you handled that Ricky situation?  That quick?  Yeah, in the wrong goddamn direction.  All right, I’ll give him a call.  See if I can straighten his head out.  In the meantime, did Vern hit you?  Well, he’s broke as a motherfucker, that’s what’s up.  And he needs a loan.  Fat Reggie from Crenshaw handles his money?  God damn.  How could you let that happen?  I should be handling his money.  800 grand.  You’re right.  I’m gonna loan him 300K and sign him as a client.  No crazier than you loaning your first client 50K when you had zero.  Things turned out okay for you.  No, I wasn’t.  Not even close.” — Spencer Strasmore

“Ricky, what’s going on, brother?  Yeah.  Let’s have dinner tonight at Prime 112.  Where you at?  Hold on one second.  Just give me a minute.  Got it.  It’s on mute.  All right, brother.  Let’s roll.” — Spencer Strasmore

“You’ve been traded before.  Then?  Are you threatening to quit?  So you’re gonna retire early?  Pull a Tiki Barber and pursue your dreams after football, huh?  Shit.  You think there should be special rules?  Ricky rules?  Golden boy, huh?  Let me tell you how it went down for the golden boy.  I had this vision of my retirement day standing up at the podium, microphone in front of me.  Coach on one side, owner on the other, family and friends around.  You know how it really went down?  Sitting up in my goddamn living room just staring at my cell phone waiting for the call to come in.  From the GM, the owner.  I would have taken a call from the fucking trainer.  Thank you, Spence.  Appreciate it, Spence.  Good luck, Spence.  You know when that call finally came?  Never.  You better wise the fuck up.  ‘Cause you got one contract left and when it’s done, you’ll be out here in the streets with the rest of us.  You keep fucking up like this, you keep acting like a little kid, when it’s done and you’re done, you’re gonna be broke and miserable.  And you know what the worst part about it is?  Nobody will give a fuck about you.  I’ve been there.  You need to grow up.  You need to start acting and conducting yourself like a professional.  Look at me.  No more doing shit on your own.  No more phone calls.  No more meetings.  No more nightclubs.  No more fucking girls in the bathroom.  And no more fucking Twitter.” — Spencer Strasmore

“He’s in the Hall of Fame, Rick.  Politics, Rick.  We’re fixing it.” — Spencer Strasmore

“You looking for a guy who could set the edge for you?  I heard you’re concentrating on the other side of the ball these days.  Yes, I am.  Not an agent.  Just a friend.” — Spencer Strasmore

“You know the Lord works in mysterious ways.  I also know that it was me and your super agent who got you that in-person with Miami.  Need you to be contrite.  Let him know you learned from the experience.  Also that it won’t happen again.  And that you’re gonna do anything the coach and team needs you to do.  Rick.  That right there, don’t say that.  Get it.  He’s gonna fuck this up.” — Spencer Strasmore

“Thank you.  You’re welcome.  Who the fuck are all these people?  You better start knowing.  I know you will.  ‘Cause now you’re a client.  No, I’m good.  Have fun.  I’ll call you tomorrow.” — Spencer Strasmore

“My man.  How you doing?  You got married?  To play for the Dolphins?  So I fucking delivered for you.  Bet your ass I did.  How about this?  From here on out, I’m handling your affairs.  You gonna stay out of trouble?  ‘Cause I ain’t holding your hand, only your money.  Shit.  You got any money left?  Never better.  Never better.” — Spencer Strasmore

“Yeah, I’ve watched that 50 times.  Still makes me cringe.  Oh, that’s Ricky.  He’s a hopeless romantic.  Small ball?  Our clients deserve our full attention, Spencer.  Those are your words.” — Spencer Strasmore

“How’s it feel?  Sounds like you want to lace ’em up again.  The look in your eye.  Hear it in your voice.  I rewrote my unretirement speech at least 15 times.  You never will, man.  Mm-hmm.  Yeah, but you got out in one piece.  I can’t argue with that.  You should do it.  You should come back and you should leave it all out on the field.  So you never give yourself a reason to ever look back.” — Spencer Strasmore

“I mean– I mean, look, man, I’ve– I’ve given my life to a fucking game that doesn’t give a fuck about me anymore.  The only chance that I have for any kind of legacy and not be a goddamn ghost is to have a goddamn kid.” — Spencer Strasmore

“Parker is his own individual for sure, but take it from me, a man of color who lives and works in a white world, sometimes we just want to be recognized for our talents.” — Spencer Strasmore

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Ricky Jerret

“Man, you know what was fucked up was that shorty in the front row.  Hell, yeah.  She was a straight up freak.  God works in mysterious ways.  What are you thinking?  ‘Am I invited?’  Listen to this.  So should I grab some of those funeral hos?  Watch me work.  Watch me work.  Hello, hello.  All right.  Y’all look happy to see me.” — Ricky Jerret

“What do you mean?  You mean like a toy.  What is wrong with you?  Didn’t Rod meet Kimmy here?  Who the fuck doesn’t?  Think it’s the uniform?  Ricky, what do you do?  She’s in branding.  Oh, shit.  Oh, oh, my bad.  My bad.  Oh, yeah?  You a Trojan fan, too, huh?  All right.  No, I don’t know what you mean.  Come tell me, big country.  Why don’t you ask him, punk?  You a SC fan now, ain’t you?  You love SC.  No!  No!  No!  Fuck that!  Fuck that!  Come on outside.  Bring his ass outside.  He had that shit coming, man.  Jason.  Got a little situation.  I let some punk-ass frat boy incite me, so I dropped him.  Why do I do anything?  shit just happens to me.  Bye, Jason.  Oh, man.  Jason took care of it, baby.  Jason took care of it.  Jason’s taking care of it.  We’re good.  We’re good.  We’re good.  We’re good.” — Ricky Jerret

“You wanted to talk?  No, no, no, can’t do that.  Can’t do that.  I don’t want to see nobody and this cannot wait, Spence.  Come on.  Where else you think I am?  I’m right outside your fucking office.  Come on, man, let’s go.  Hey, leave that corny motherfucker in the office, man.” — Ricky Jerret

“I don’t want to be traded.  Yeah, I was young and stupid then.  Yeah, then.  This time it’s different, man.  I like where I am.  Don’t want to play the get-to-know-you game.  Learn a new playbook.  Shit, I mean, they want to send me to sorry-ass Jacksonville where careers go to die, then I’ll retire.  I’ll do something else.  I do not care.  Spence, I had 80 catches last year, baby.  I had 80.  Hell, no.  I’m not saying that.  But, you know, how could you know?  They didn’t treat you like this.  Golden boy.  For real?  Fuck Twitter, man.” — Ricky Jerret

“I’m calling to apologize, all right?  Um, I messed up, all right?  No other way to say it.  I messed up.  I’m a fuckup.  I let my emotions get the best of me.  Also want to add, though– I want to add that I will never, ever put myself or your team in this position again.  Thank you, sir.” — Ricky Jerret

“Cut me?  Cut Ricky Jerret?  22nd all time on the receivers list.  Who the fuck is that?  Can’t believe they got me in this position, man.  Men have done much worse.  They got no value for me out there.  This shit is humiliating, fellas.  Baby, chill, all right.  Look, I can’t stand the wait.” — Ricky Jerret

“Dear God… if You bestow upon me a chance to play ball in this league again, a chance to lace up my shoes, a chance to put on that helmet and once again ball– ball on these motherfuckers, I’ll give You all the glory.  I get it now.  I’ll do You proud.  Amen.” — Ricky Jerret

“I prayed to God and He answered my call.  It’s all part of God’s plan, ain’t it?  Let’s.  Never.  Absolutely.  Absolutely not.  I’m not doing that.  I’ll even play special teams.  I won’t be late, yo.  And I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with.  So I appreciate y’all don’t bail on me when shit goes down.  I’m a passionate man.  It’s all coming from a spiritual place.  Ooh!  Got this!” — Ricky Jerret

“Coach.  Coach.  Coach.  Um, I’m sorry, I– it’s 5:01.  Late.  This one?  I got you, coach.  I got you.  Coach!” — Ricky Jerret

“I want you to know who I am, coach.  People talk a lot of shit about me.  I understand my rep.  Look, I’m sorry, all right?  I’m sorry I was late.  God, family, football.  I wasn’t.  Yes, sir.  Absolutely.  Coach, you won’t regret this.  Yeah, like who?  No shit.  Charles got a job?” — Ricky Jerret

“You ain’t gonna believe this.  Yeah, right.  No, even crazier, though.  I met with the coach.  Guess who’s coming home.  Hell, yeah.  You did good, big bro.  All right, we can work something out.  I think we can work something out.  Yeah, I’ll try it out.  Well, you better get ready to use both hands, then.  Look, I might be a fuckup, but when it comes to my cash, I’m like Money fucking Mayweather.  All right, every dollar I’ve ever made is coming to you, Spence.  Think you can handle that kind of pressure, golden boy?  Hello?  Hello, Spence?  Spence?  Yo!” — Ricky Jerret

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Charles Greane

“Seen what?  Why do I always miss the freaks?  Am I invited?  I didn’t want to be assumptious.  I’ll see y’all later.” — Charles Greane

“I’m mourning.  Dr. Oz says people deal with grief in their own individual way.  What do you want me to learn?  Baby, you playing right now or are you serious?  You heard about Rodney?  We here to celebrate.” — Charles Greane

“Hey.  Charles Greane.  I used to play for the Bucs.  But I’m retired now.  Haven’t really figured out my next step yet.  I’m still contemplating.” — Charles Greane

“Good.  Good.  How about you?  Oh, no.  I’m actually looking to get me a job.  No, sir.  No, sir.  You a football fan?  Played offensive line for the Bucs.  Charles Greane.  Yeah.” — Charles Greane

“Why?  Baby, why you always got to make jokes at my expense?  You know I’m sensitive.  I really don’t, though.  True, but… oh, man.  Little rough out there for your boy today, baby, but… ahem, you’re now looking at the newest salesman at the biggest Chevy dealership in Miami.  All for you.  Oh, Dr. Greane.  Okay.” — Charles Greane

“And what I do if I don’t know something?  Ah, how you feel, sir?  Good.  Good.  You looking to upgrade?  Oh, fishing.  I grew up fishing.  My daddy taught me early.  Yeah, I still do some.  How you know I’m from Mississippi?  Yes, sir.  Hey, UCF had a lot less folks back then.  Wasn’t always a city slicker like I am now.  Yeah, yeah, brand-new for this year.  Uh, a lot of torque.  It’s got new torque power.  The horsepower– it’s got about 625.  Yeah, yeah.  About three seasons.  Right after we won the superbowl.  Yeah, that Ricky is always entertaining.  No, he’s just passionate.  All Ricky cares about is winning.  If anything, he’s just a little misunderstood.  I guess so.  Hey, mister, you really here about this Chevy, or you came to kick the tires on Ricky?  Those people are usually from the city.  So this– the great– oh, man, it don’t matter.  He ain’t buying nothing.” — Charles Greane

“Hey, what’s happening, Vern?  Huh.  Yeah.  Oh, man, it’s good.  Yeah, it’s good.  You know, every day better than the one before.  It’s terrible.  I mean, I had a great career, Vern.  Super Bowl champion.  Eight-time Pro Bowl.  Got a comfortable home, good job, fine-ass wife that I always wanna smash.  Plus I hung it up unscathed.  I should be happy.  But still, on the field I was number 71.  Charles Greane.  You understand what I’m saying?  Man, you take away that helmet and the jersey, I’m just a big dude who works down at the Chevy dealership.” — Charles Greane

“This is my first time being on the field since I hung up my spikes.  Good as hell.  What makes you say that?  I can’t stop missing, it Spence.  The guys, the routine, the competition.  Man, I even miss the fucking jock itch.  I ain’t in one piece, though, Spence.  Football made me whole.  I know you can’t argue that.” — Charles Greane

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Vernon Littlefield

“Huh?  Oh, yeah, yeah, that.  Right, man, I’m sorry I couldn’t make that, man.  I’m ion a spot.  I need some gap cash short term.  You know, for rent and things.  You know how it is, I got a big family, lot of friends, too.  They need to eat.  Just 300 grand.  You know how it is, man.  You spend the rookie deal, save the next.  Man, I’m gonna call you back.  I’m gonna call you back.” — Vernon Littlefield

“My man!  Come deliver that green hug.  Come on in, man.  You know I appreciate this.  It’s the biggest favor anybody’s ever done for me.  Thank you.  I can’t thank you enough.  I don’t even know.  Thank you, man.  I’m good for this.  I’m gonna pay you back with interest.  Hey, cool.  You want to hang out a little bit?  Ma, where Eugene at?” — Vernon Littlefield

“What up, Chuck?  Man, hoping to get this new deal.  I don’t want to fuck with that free agency next year, man.  You know how that is.  Hey, how’s retirement treating you, though?  You hate it.  You’re depressing the hell out of me, man.” — Vernon Littlefield

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Joe Krutel

“Spencer.  Mi amigo.  Andale.  Man, that was some funeral, huh?  Hope that many people show up when I die.  Some hot snatch there, too.  Did you get any leads?  All right, tackle the messenger, why don’t you?  I’m just saying I’ve done some of my best work at funerals.  You want to know why?  Because people are thinking.  People are thinking I could have done stuff differently.  I wish I’d known my mother.  I wish I’d taken care of my grandmother better.  I wish I had a financial manager to manage my finances.  Stuff like that.  I’m sorry, you’re right.  It’s just that I’m getting a lot of pressure from upstairs.  You know, and I don’t mean God.  They think I hired you because you were on my fantasy team.  You played defense for crying out loud.  I’m gonna play in an IDP league?  That’s for suckers.  Look, there’s gonna come a time, because you’ve been here a year now, where you’re gonna have to– yeah, but the way you say it, you know, ‘monetize my friendships,’ it makes me sound like an asshole.  And I’m not.  You know me.  I hired you for access.  For your friends.  For players.  Even the ones you hate.  I don’t care.  I don’t care who it is.  I don’t care who they played for.  What about Roddney, huh?  He probably could have used your help.  Can we manage his estate at least?  Wow.  You’re kidding me, right?  Who dropped the fucking ball there?  Huh?  Who?  You did.” — Joe Krutel

“Bro, bro, I’m on the elliptical this morning watching ‘Sportscenter.’  What’s up with your boy Ricky?  What is it, cocaine?  You’ve got to give me the real scoop.  Ricky’s right there.  He’s right there.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  But, hey, listen to me.  Listen to me.  You should be handling him, okay?  The time to pounce is when people are at their weakest.  He’s weak.  You smell that?  Blood in the water.  You hear me?  Okay.  What’s up, Ricky?  Oh, okay.  Just tell him I said, ‘what’s up?’  Okay?  Okay, go, go, go, go.” — Joe Krutel

“See Ricky Jerret’s YouTube clip?  Man’s got a future in MMA.  what about that piece of ass he was nailing in the toilet?  Listen… I want you to stop playing small ball.  Yeah.  I didn’t get you certified and show you all the angles so you can open up short change bonds for the fucking bridge club.  Well, yeah, that was a year ago, Spence.  I mean, Anderson didn’t even want you here.  It’s not like we can just sit around and–” — Joe Krutel

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Julie Greane

“Baby, you still haven’t moved?  Really?  I’m gonna give you a pass today, but tomorrow your ass is out looking for a job.  Seriously, baby, do us both a favor and learn something from Roddney’s life.  When you have too much free time on your hands and you fuck groupie whores, you end up dead.” — Julie Greane

“I was worried.  I came in, ‘Sportscenter’ wasn’t on.  You weren’t on the couch.  I thought somebody abducted you.  ‘Cause deep down, I know you like it.  You always played better for a hard-ass coach.  You know mama is always here for you.  More than anything in this world, I’ve got your back.  We in this shit together.  So, how’d it go today?  Any leads?  Yay!  I’m so proud of you.  You did it.  Oh.  Mmm.  Mm-mmm.  About to get a Chevy striptease.  Yes, sir.  Give it to me.” — Julie Greane

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Jason Antolotti

“You are?  You are.  Fuck!  Jesus.  Ricky.  What up?  Another one?  How little?  Oh, fuck.  Why’d you do that?  All right, well, I’m sure you had a good reason.  Let me get on it, but in the meantime, don’t talk to anyone.  Lay low and I’m gonna call you first thing, all right?” — Jason Antolotti

“Of course his life is hard.  His name is JaMarcus.  Hey, let me call you back.  Here comes my favorite ex-client.  Damn living legend.  I’m setting up a pro day.  But you look like you could still play.  I already spoke to the GM.  We’re fucked.  They’re trying to move him.  Yeah, well, shit’s changed.  He’s trending.  Yeah, he left me some cryptic message.  What’s up?  Not surprised.  You know his childhood friend Reggie handles his money.  Yeah.  Thinks playing Pop Warner together makes him E.F. Hutton.  What, like I had a choice?  How did you let that happen?  I’m trying to get him a new deal.  Why aren’t you handling his money?  I know what this is about.  That old thing with the money manager.  What’d he get you for?  Look, we all get burned.  Don’t let Vernon learn the hard way, all right?  He needs you.  And if you don’t sign him, somebody else will.  Whoa!  You’re crazy.  Spencer, I know you don’t got that kind of money.  Yeah, but you were a sure thing.”” — Jason Antolotti

“Well, look, you know how it is now.  Once they see imperfection, the organization wants nothing to do with you.  Yeah, I’ve already been in contact with Philly, Miami, Atlanta, Tennessee.  I’m waiting to hear back from them.  Yeah.  No.  We’re not on vacation.”” — Jason Antolotti

“Let’s talk about our plan.  Yes, be humble.  Good, now get going.  You don’t want to be late, okay?  He’s a stickler for punctuality.  Never crossed our minds.  Let’s go.  Yeah, about a 60% chance.”” — Jason Antolotti

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Stephanie Michaels

“Behind Steve Largent.  How do you now know who Steve Largent is?  I can.  Because the first thing they teach us in PR is not get caught fucking skanks in the bathroom.  You know what?  Just shut the fuck up.  He’s still one of the best damn slot receivers in the league.  And?  Oh, you’re waiting?  You guys on vacation?  You know training camp starts in three weeks.” — Stephanie Michaels

“Even play special teams.” — Stephanie Michaels

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Larry Siefert

“This is Siefert.  Always.  Never been able to replace this guy Strasmore.  Used to get after the QB for us.  You calling about Jarret?  When did you become a registered agent?” — Larry Siefert

“I’m feeling good.  How are you?  No, no, no.  I’m looking for a truck for fishing in the Keys.  Where, back in Biloxi?  Aren’t you Charles Greane?  Larry Siefert, Miami Dolphins.  I scouted you when I was at the U.  Still can’t believe we lost out to Central Florida.  This is the new model, right?  What are some of the upgrades?  What’s the horsepower?  You played with Ricky Jarret, right?  He sure is some character.  Is he as much of an ass as he appears?  Aren’t we all?  People often mistake country with dumb.  Good point.” — Larry Siefert

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Tracy Legette

“Babe, we’re gonna miss the movie.  Everything okay?  Thought I lost you there.” — Tracy Legette

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Dolphins Coach

“Hey, Csonk, get me one of them Peronis.  Yeah?  What?  You’re what?  Which makes you?  Good, then we understand each other.  Do me a favor, undo that line right there.  Right there.” — Dolphins Coach

“Damn, you got a big set of balls on you, I’ll give you that.  Mm-hmm.  Yeah, well, don’t worry about that.  I form my own opinions.  Let me ask you a question.  What are the three most important things to you?  That’s good.  For a second there, I thought you were gonna say friends.  Jarret, there are very few people that deserve a second chance and there’s less that deserve a third.  Are you one of those people?  That’s good.  That’s real good.  So you keep your head on straight, you work hard, you’ve got a shot.  Welcome to the Miami Dolphins, son.  Oh, yeah, I’ve heard that one before.  We’ll see.  Oh, by the way, not everybody thinks you’re a low-rent scumbag.  Somebody actually had something nice to say about you.  Know the guy who works at the Chevy dealership?  You don’t know Charles Greane?  Go help Csonka get the fish out of the cooler.  Tell Shula to meet me in the bar.  Houlihan’s.” — Dolphins Coach

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Rodney

“Hell, yeah, you do.  Love you, too, girl.  Yeah.  Why you always ask me that?  You ask me that a lot.  I do.  Got to quantify every damn thing, huh, baby?  Maybe I’ll just say it again.  I love you.  Bring it in here.  More than anything, baby.  More than ball.  Come on, now.  Fuck that trophy.  It’s just jewelry, baby.  Mm-hmm.  Yup, absolutely anything, baby.  Hey, relax.  Well, stop labeling every damn thing because you don’t have to.  Ah!  Come on!  Hey!  Fuck!  Ah!  Oh, shit!” — Rodney

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Tina

“No, you really don’t.  Do you know he didn’t leave a will?  No life insurance either.  Just Roddney being Roddney.  I miss the man already, but… how long you know about that bitch Kim?  Oh, stop with the lies, Spence.  Start by helping yourself.  Yeah.  After Rod stopped playing, he had no idea who he was.  Identity issues.  Look, you a grown-ass man.  So go out there and figure your shit out.  Is that what you tell yourself?” — Tina

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Chloe

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Andre Allen

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Reggie

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Brett Anderson

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DeSean Jackson

“For sure.  For sure.  Oh, what’s up, Spence?  What’s up, baby?  It’s good to see you, brother.  You know my boy Antonio, right?  What type of question is that?  Man, serious question bro.  How you like work in the office?  I know you miss playing ball.  COD all day.  Why not?  Okay.” — DeSean Jackson

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Antonio Brown

“Serious?  You Warren Buffet yet?  Jackpot just caught that.” — Antonio Brown

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Steven Jackson

“What you guys doing here tonight?  Yeah I did, man.  Tragic, man.  I’m sorry to hear that.  We have a good reason to celebrate.  It’s Brittney’s birthday.  I bought a real elephant.  No, no, no.  $265,000 I paid for this elephant.  Plus tax.” — Steve Jackson

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Don Schula

“You are an asshole.” — Don Schula

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Larry Csonka

“Bad life choices, son.  Bad life choices.” — Larry Csonka

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Birdman

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Jared Odrick

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Victor Cruz

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Caroline Wozniacki

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Julian Edelman

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Danny Amendola

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Giancarlo Stanton

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Steph Curry

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Ayesha Curry

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Ndomakung Suh

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Terrell Suggs

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Cris Carter

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Travis Scott

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Jared Goff

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