Philip: Oh. I haven't seen you since you had your accident in the big game.
Tiny: That was no accident at all. That was clipping.
Philip: Oh, come on, that's not what the referee said. And what about that shot to the helmet during the last play? What was that?
Tiny: A shot to the helmet? [both chuckle]
Philip: Oh, so how you been?
Tiny: Man, my knee was never the same after that game. Lost my scholarship, had to leave school, and then I got drafted. Ended up with a head full of shrapnel. Couldn't hold a job once I got back. So to make a few bucks, I drove a friend's car a cross-country for him. What he didn't tell me was there was 40 pounds of pot in the trunk. I did 10 hard years, and finally got out. But after that, my life started to go bad. How about you, Banks?
Philip: About the same.