Adam Jones' Brain: What did I say..
Adam Jones' Hands: Yo. Aight first off-
Brain: What did I say..
Hands: Yo, I'm sayin'-
Brain: WHAT. DID I. SAY..
Hands: Shiiiit. Aight. You said don't do anything wit'out axin you first.
Brain: Thank you. But did you listen to me? Nooooo. Do you ever listen to me? NOOOOO.
Hands: But yo I'm sayin' it wasn't even my fault!
Brain: Of course it wasn't! It's never your fault! It wasn't your fault when you didn't want to pay the valet so you said, "I'll just hit her." It wasn't your fault when we got pulled over for 75 in a school zone. It wasn't your fault when you wanted to "make it rain" in that strip club in Vegas that coincidentally got shot up after we left. And it certainly wasn't your fault that we got in a drunken fight when we are under a zero tolerance policy from the commissioner of the NFL!
Hands: Exactly. Thank you.
Brain: THEY WERE ALL YOUR FAULT!
Hands: How is the speeding ticket my fault?
Adam Jones' Legs: Don't drag me into this, boy.
Hands: Aight, aight, you wanna blame Hands. Fine. But yo. For real? Shit is going on in the streets, man. Yo niggas is in the grind. Where you be at, man? Niggas be buckin. Why you never buckin? Where you be at, man??
Brain: First of all, I'm a brain, and you are hands. We are a part of the same body. I am always, inherently, in the same place that you are. That's where I "be at." Second of all, if bucking means "shooting a gun," then being that I am a brain, it would be physically impossible for me to shoot a gun. Third of all, those guns are what got us into trouble in the first place. How could you glorify gun violence when that's what essentially cost us our career? Someone almost died behind that!
Legs: Yo, he just stole those lines from a song.
Legs: Those are lyrics.
Hands: No they aint!
Legs: It's Nas. It's called Destroy and Rebuild.
Brain: Really? What the fuck, Hands. You think this is a joke?
Hands: Nah, man. It's just...I don't know. I don't know what they want from me. It's like the more money we come across, the more problems we see.
Brain: Exactly. That's what I've been saying. All this money and fame can get us into a lot of trouble. Thank you for finally-
Legs: It's another song, Brain.
Hands: Nah, man. I made that up.
Legs: That's BIG man. Everyone know that.
Brain: Seriously? This is what you wanna do all day, Hands?
Hands: Yo. We out there every day and people be throwin' dirt on our name. They be testin' us. They be talkin' shit 'bout Pacman.
Brain: You mean "Adam."
Hands: Nah, fuck that, man! We Pacman! We always been Pacman and we always gon' be Pacman! And when people disrespect Pacman, Hands is on the front line! That big ol' bouncer tried to talk shit and I did what I's 'posed to! I popped that fat bitch in the side of his head!
Legs: Man, you only waited until people were around to separate you.
Brain: Legs, I saw you kicking him too!
Legs: Well, hey, man. You know what they say. Bitches get kick-es.
Brain: That is not an expression.
Hands: Why you so mad, Brain? You act like you surprised.
Brain: I know, I know. I shouldn't be. But it was all going so well. We started out 3-0. Everyone said we were the best team in football. Fans were screaming our name...
Legs: It aint that bad, man.
Brain: ...we led the team in tackles against Green Bay, we recovered a fumble...
Hands: It'll be aight.
Brain: ...it was almost as if everyone forgot. It was all going just as I planned. And now, Jerry Jones is going to kill us.
Legs: Nah, man. JJ loves us.
Brain: That's just for the press! He told me that if we messed up, even once, he would give us a Texas Funeral. And we'd never see it coming.
Legs: You really think he'd do that?
Brain: We were standing at the grave of Frank Cornish when he told me.
Legs: Fuckin shit.
Hands: Nah, man. We good. How he gon' kill family? JJ won't do that. You can't kill family.
Brain: What are you talking about? What is he talking about?
Brain: Jesus Christ.
Legs: Look, we can't just sit here cryin' all day.
Brain: Well we got four weeks off now. Maybe even more. So what do we do now? What the fuck do we do now?
Adam Jones' Dick: ...Wanna go to the strip club?