Excuse the mess. I haven’t had the heart to clean since my wife died.

My condolences. How did she pass?

Great. Fifty yards easy. Arm like a cannon. And then she died so we’ll never know if she could’ve gone pro. She was the sweetest woman I’ve ever known.

She sounds like a saint.

Or maybe a Bronco or a 49er. We would’ve been happy with anything really, anyone but the Browns.
— a conversation in The Naked Gun (2025)