Now, go get your snowplow Shula
Belichick comes back in the bar...."Oh what gods they were" playing in the background....Shula having a nice conversation with Brady at the bar....
a semi-coherent Shula: I want what I gotta get....
Brady gets him in a choke hold from behind
Belichick: I'm going to shoot him in his big fn mouth!
Belichick pistol whips Shula who falls to the ground. Belichick pistol whips while Brady kicks....
Brady: Look what this mutt did to my shoes (or is it look at this mutt dented my shoes?)
Belichick: I didn't mean to get blood on your floor, Roger
Brady: Don't worry, don't worry, I know a place upstate they'll never find him. Roger, open your trunk.
And that's that.