Roland: You know, Johnny, the next time I need a sub, remind me to ask the blind goat over at Mrs. Divine's farm.
Johnny: It's just a game, Roland.
Ronnie: Popeye smokes his son square in the back.
Johnny: It was a quick recovery, Ronnie, but thanks for the play-by-play.
Roland: Well, luckily for me, I had a side bet on whether Johnny would throw the game in his kid's favour. I consider it a split.