This, of course, is a clever paraphrase from Jack Nicholson's angry and contemptuous courtroom speech in the movie "A Few Good Men." I found it at a site called "PropTalk." I fixed the grammar and punctuation a little, as is my wont. My own sneaking suspicion is that Jack Nicholson's too much of a wuss to ever be found within a scrum. - Wes
Son, in this world there are scrums. And in those scrums you need props.
Are you willing to do it? As a prop, I have more
responsibility than you can ever fathom.
You use words
like "drunk" and "out of shape"; those words are the very backbone of a
life I spent drinking and partying in, and you use them as a punchline.
You weep for your wings and centers, and curse the prop forward. You
have that luxury. You have the luxury of knowing that the front row,
while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins these games you play.
Truth? You can't handle the truth, because deep down in places you don't
talk about in your selection meetings, you want me in that scrum; you
need me in that scrum.
I neither have the time nor inclination to explain myself to a back who
scores on the very blanket of ball retention that I provide, and then
questions the manner in which I provide it.
I would rather you just
bought me a beer and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you crawl
into that scrum and get dirty. Either way, I don't give a damn who you think is responsible.