SANDRA BULLOCK: Hmm, and with only 15 minutes left. QUINTON AARON: I think that woman just introduced an element of moral complexity to this story. QUINTON AARON leaves and heads outside, where SANDRA BULLOCK is waiting for him, a bevy of construction workers checking out her butt. But be sure that I'm determined to ruin your entire career. Outside the sky begins to glower, obviously angry with someone. STERN-FACE: So you're telling me that these people, with their pantsuits and matching crockery, took you into their home because of an act of Christian charity? I'm just too cynical to believe that. But she's probably just envious she couldn't get into BULLOCK's pantsuit. Like the liberal media elite, she cannot believe that SANDRA BULLOCK's intentions are good. QUINTON AARON is being interrogated by a STERN-FACED BLACK WOMAN.
The headquarters of the National Collegiate Athletic Assocation. Is that correct?ĬOACH 4: Is it OK if we take you out on to the practice field and laugh at you performing basic tasks? In fact, to all extents and purposes, you are like Ferdinand the Bull from the famous illustrated children's book. In a disappointment for the director, none of them can act.ĬOACH 1: So son, your 'mom' tells me that you're a prodigious left tackle and that you measure in the 98th percentile for protective instinctsĬOACH 2: For an international audience can you explain what that means and how any school could actually get around to measuring it?ĬOACH 3: I also hear, son, that while you were raised by a crack-addicted mother and have shuttled across foster homes throughout your life and recently were even homeless you have not one, and I mean not one problem with your emotional development.
In a wonderful coup for the casting director, all the coaches play themselves in the movie. Inside BULLOCK is introducing QUINTON AARON to a gaggle of American football coaches. The BULLOCK family home, a wonderful mock-Italian structure with an interior designed specifically to complement SANDRA BULLOCK's highlights. SANDRA BULLOCK: Bag him up, SJ, we've got ourselves a new son! Without a moment's hesitation, and with the gleam of Christian compassion in her eye, SANDRA BULLOCK runs him over Suddenly, as if occasioned by divine intervention, a young black man, QUINTON AARON, all 6'4" and 20st of him walks out into the middle of the road. SANDRA BULLOCK: Yes, if only there were something we could do. SANDRA BULLOCK and TIM MCGRAW smile at each other momentarily before Bullock's face snaps sternly back to the wheel. SJ: And don't forget your smoking hot body, mom!
The type of family that remains creepily happy every moment of their waking lives! SANDRA BULLOCK: You know, the kinda people who love family and football. SANDRA BULLOCK: I mean, If only there were a way to prove that our political and religious beliefs actually make us better people SANDRA BULLOCK: Well, that really burns my brownies, you know? SANDRA BULLOCK: Hey honey, you know how southern Republicans get a hard time in the elite liberal media? She has, as always, a can-do, up-and-at-em, don't-mess-with-the-best-cos-the-best-don't-mess face on. BULLOCK, dressed in cream pantsuit, cream hair and cream face is at the wheel of her cream SUV, sipping from a carton of cream. SANDRA BULLOCK and her family, country singer husband TIM MCGRAW and sickeningly precocious son SJ are driving home after a wonderful night at Taco Bell.
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