Mike: It's not exactly football, but there is a trophy involved, so I'm in. I'll get you ready, but I'm not going easy on you.
Brick: Bring it on.
Mike: And no whispering this time.
Brick: You got it, Kemo Sabe.
[Brick lowers his head and then develops a pained expression as he tries to avoid whispering. Eventually, he breathes a sigh of relief.]