While we are at it:
Matt Jones: Coach Pitino, did you order the ***** Red?*
Pitino: You want answers?
Matt Jones: I think I'm entitled to.
Pitino: You want answers?!
Matt Jones: I want the truth!
Pitino: *You can't handle the truth!*
Pitino: Son, we live in a world that has whores, and those whores have to be bought by coaches with Benjamins. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Drew Franklin? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Rod-Ni, and you curse the McGees. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Mega's quick trigger, while tragic, probably won games. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins games. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that *****, you need me on that *****. We use words like sex, drugs, strippers. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very basketball that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a *****, and have a go. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
Matt Jones: Did you order the ***** Red?
Pitino: I did the job I...
Matt Jones: Did you order the ***** Red?!
Pitino: You're ******* right I did!
