
Green Bay Packers: You're so sad. You know that, Brett Favre? Lonely and very sad.
Brett Favre: Don't you ever pity me, you smug bastards.
Green Bay Packers: I'll pity you... I'll pity you. I'll pity you because you're sick.
Brett Favre: Why? Because I won't allow you treat me like some QB you can win a Super Bowl with and who gets banged up a couple of thousand times and then throw in the garbage?
I would not be surprised if a Cheesehead winds up getting boiled.

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