Nick: They're going up against the Number Crunchers without me.
Robin: It's an after-work basketball league for lawyers and accountants and architects who sew. I mean, who takes it that seriously?
Nick: No! I just hate letting Coach Eriksen down. I would follow that man through the gates of hell.
[flashback to Marshall giving a pep talk:]
Marshall: Winning. What do we win when we beat those Number Crunchers a few short weeks hence? A game? Sure. A trophy? Sort of. We win a $25 gift card to Bennigan's. But what is it that we really win?
Nick: The game!
Marshall: Yes, I said that, Nick.
Nick: Yeah.
Marshall: But we also win the right to walk tall. The right to call ourselves champions. So we are gonna go out and we are gonna wipe the floor with those accountants. And afterwards, we will feast like kings on Southwest Fajitas and Cajun Shrimp! And that check... That check will be marginally less expensive!
All: Yeah! Yeah!