the football dialogues

mrs_lovett: who's that?
me: Kyle Orton, he's the quarterback for the Bears.
mrs_lovett: he looks like an accountant.
me: [awestruck silence]
[two and a half quarters of almost continuous swearing by yours truly goes by...]

[Vikes score and Brooks Bollinger guts out the two point conversion. By this point in the proceedings, the f-word is basically 85% of my vocabulary]

me: Yes! Fuck!
mrs_lovett: Go back to your spreadsheets!
me: fuck! wait what?
mrs_lovett: Don't you have some filing to do, Kyle?
me: wow.