Ross!
[grunting]
[Ross squeals]
Oh! I can't believe they're doing that to him.
I told them to go easy on him.
Well, no offense, but you know
sometimes it's hard to understand you
you know, with the accent, so..
[whistles]
That's just halftime. There's more of this.
- Hey, hey! - 'Hey.'
(Phoebe) 'Hey.'
Did you see me?
I was pretty good, huh?
- That is one fun game! - Right.
Hey, do me a favor. Could you just grab me a bottle of water?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
I, I think I'm dying. I-I really do.
- Oh, you poor baby. - Tell my son that I love him.
Oh, excellent.
Oh, okay, gotta have some more fun.
Ross, they are killing you out there.
Mm-mm.
- That's not true. - She's right.
- You have to stop. - What? No.
No, I'm not stopping. I'm Red Ross.
Dude, you go back out there you're gonna be dead Ross.
I don't care. I am not quitting.
I am gonna finish this game.
Alright, alright, if you insist on doing this
at least let me help you.
No. God, no!
That is no place for a woman.
Those guys will grab anything.
No, that's not what I was saying.
I just might know a few things
that could help you inflict some pain.
- I like that. - Yeah?
Listen closely.
- Devon has got a weak ankle. - Huh?
(Emily) 'Once swift kick, and he'll back off.'
Alright, bad ankle. Got it!
And-and that big bloke with the beard.
- Uh-huh? - He's got a trick hip.
- Huh-ha! - Yeah.
- And, uh, and David over there. - Right.
I've heard that he doesn't wear a cup.
Well, I could use that! Trick hip, no cup. Okay, okay!
And-and, and Liam, Liam's got bad knees.
You hit him right and he'll go down like a lamp.
But Liam's on my team.
I don't care. You just get them!
I'm gonna get... I'm gonna get him!
Okay, I am going back in.
[grunting]
Hey, Red Ross! Yeah.