Byron Leftwich is a Falcon

Byron Leftwich walks in to the Falcons locker room. He spots Joey Harrington and goes up to introduce himself.

Leftwich: Hey, I'm Byron.
Harrington: I know.
Leftwich: Yeah, we're gonna turn things around here.
Harrington: Who the fuck is "we?"
Leftwich: Ya know, like the team.

Harrington: I know why they brought you in.

Leftwich: To help the team.

Harrington: Sure.

Leftwich: That's why.

Harrington: Or to take my job.

Leftwich: Well, maybe you shoulda put up some more points.

Harrington: Well maybe you should go fuck yourself.

Leftwich: At least they didn't bench you.

Harrington: Who would they've put in?

Leftwich: Who's your backup.

Harrington: Chris Redman.

Leftwich: Oh yeah. He sucks.

Harrington: Casey Bramlet's our third-string.

Leftwich: The fuck is Casey Bramlet?

Harrington: I dunno. He's quiet.

Harrington: We also have D.J. Shockley. But he's hurt.

Leftwich: You guys have D.J. Shockley?!? He's fucking raw!

Harrington: His knee's all messed up.

Leftwich: Fuck if I care. He could out-run your ass in a wheelchair.

Harrington: Thanks.

Leftwich: No seriously, Coach Petrino was playing you over an injured D.J. Shockley?

Harrington: Yep.

Leftwich: We're fucked then.

Harrington: But aren't you supposed to be the answer to our scoring woes?

Leftwich: I'm not the starter yet.

Harrington: Really?

Leftwich: I mean, I don't think so.

Harrington: No shit. The fuck am I talking to you for then?

Leftwich: To welcome me to the organization.

Harrington: Fuck yourself, Backup. Go get me some water. Massage my fucking feet. You're my bitch.