Defense: We
DEFENSE CAPTAIN [televised]: As far as defense goes, the sky’s the limit.
COMMENTATOR: Now I assume that means being on defense, you don’t want to step on the toes of the offensive leadership.
DEFENSE CAPTAIN: You said it, not me.
COMMENTATOR: Okay, let’s change the subject, well, not completely. You’re one of the most respected men not only on the defensive squad, but in all of Houston as well. Why do people admire you?
DEFENSE CAPTAIN: Can I tell you a secret?
COMMENTATOR: Of course!
DEFENSE CAPTAIN: It’s true what that song says, “Treat her like a lady”–she’ll be good back.
COMMENTATOR: Cheerleaders? “They pick you up when you’re feelin’ blue?”
DEFENSE CAPTAIN: “Now how ’bout you?”
COMMENTATOR: Lynyrd Skynyrd by the way for you bean counters at ascap.
[HTC Cheer walks out in street clothes, after an introduction, we see three screens, one JUMBOTRON screen to the center, and two 60% of its size to the left and right].
PAGEANT ANNOUNCER [GILBERT GOTTFRIED?]: Wrap them in pompoms if nothing else!–Marilyn Monroe aka Norma Jean Mortenson. “Did Joe really put roses on my grave?”
SALLY FIELD: Yes Norma, he did.
MONROE: Was he happy Sally, was he happy?
FIELD: Mr. Coffee? Yes Marilyn, he was very happy when he could give what you had between you flowers on top.
Cheerleaders in street clothes.
JOHN RUBENS is no Mother Teresa. 