Julie Mangini: This has been a long time coming.

Eric Mangini: I know, honey. We got our first win!

Julie: No, I meant us going on a real date. And I thought we agreed–

Mangini: Right. No football talk.

An awkward beat.

Mangini: How are the kids?

Julie: They miss you. What am I supposed to tell them? “Daddy has to sleep in his office during the season because you’re a distraction”?

Mangini: I wouldn’t say it like that…

Julie: They’re children, Eric. They need you in their lives.

He takes her hand.

Mangini: You’re right, Jules. This year, I’ve realized that football isn’t everything. And trust me, things are going to change.

Jules: (squeezing his hand) Oh Eric, I hope so.

The kitchen door flies open. A Waiter approaches their table:

Waiter: Are you ready to order?

Mangini: (reading his menu) Yeah. I’ll have the fajita combo, and for the lady…

The Waiter rips off his mask, shirt, revealing:

Quinn: Fajitas? Fa-juck you if you think you’re trading me!

Mangini: (with simmering rage) Quinn …

Julie: Eric, you know this shirtless person?

Quinn: Yeah, he left something in my back. (turning around) Look around, coach, your knife should be in there …

Mangini: You better not show your face at the next practice, you putty-armed, mopey douchenozzle!

Julie: Eric!

The front door flies open:

D.A.: Sorry, ma’am. Is this man bothering you?

Quinn: Look who it is! Mr. 15.1 passer rating!

D.A.: Listen, I’m a starting quarterback, not a waiter, so I don’t want to tell you how to do your job, but you’re being awfully rude …

Quinn: That’s it!

Quinn and D.A. slap fight over the table. Mangini tries to break it up.

Mangini: (to Quinn) Don’t hit his throwing arm! We’re playing Pittsburgh this week!

Julie: (standing up) All right, I’m leaving.

Mangini: Jules! Wait!

The kitchen door flies open:

Bernie: (slurring) Hey! No fighting in my club!

Quinn: Mr. Kosar!

D.A.: You own an Applebee’s ® franchise? I thought you were bankrupt …

Bernie: Yeah? So?

Julie: (star-struck) Wait. You’re Bernie Kosar?

Bernie: In the flesh.

Julie: I’m a big fan.

Bernie: Listen, doll-face, I’m going to cut the chit-chat. I’m a broke former quarterback with ten broken fingers, three fused back disks, and serious brain damage, and I’m looking for some cheap thrills tonight.

Julie: (giggling) Oh, Bernie…

Mangini: Jules? 

Julie: Sorry, Eric.

Julie and Bernie leave the restaurant. He pinches her ass.

D.A.: (to a distraught Mangini) I think Bernie Kosar is going to fuck your wife.

Quinn: Coach. Congratulations!