RIIING, RIING... Brett Favre Enterprises, Bus Cook speaking.
Aaron: Is Brett there?
Bus Cook: Deanna, is Brett here? It's Aaron Rodgers on the phone...
Deanna: Brett, get off the phone with Brad for a minute, will ya, It's Aaron Rodgers on the phone for you.
Brett: Tell that little twerp it's not my friggin' job to hold his friggin' hand...Now listen to me Brad, I'm not comin' off my demands next year like I did last year, that'll be a FIRST name of your next born, not no stupid middle name--- Girl? well don't have a friggin' girl! But if you do, I want a Brettina... hey, I gotta go a minute, I'll call ya right back...
Brett's Brother: Aw, c'mon Brett, you could at least talk to the kid, hell, while you're on the phone with him I'll record the conversation so that me and Bus can get it on ESPN tonight.
Brett: Not now, you stupid mother!@#$%^! Don't you realize who I'm on the phone with now??!! Aw, hell with it, gimme the friggin' phone....
Brett: HAY AARON ! How's it GOIN' ! I hear you're doin' real good up there in Green Bay, sorry I forgot to tell ya about that line, I was just gettin' ready to call you about that shoulder and tell you that you need to play through that kinda pain like I do, I know you are not used to that kinda thing, but damn, if you didn't learn anything else after I spent all that time mentoring you it's that you gotta play through that kinda....what's that? You did play?... shit, I didn't know... (cups hand over mouthpiece) Who the hell got me involved in this stupid conversation with this snot-nosed punk?
Aaron: (smiles) (quietly)