Fasano: Laura's outside.
[Quinn doesn't want to see her.]
Fasano: I promised; she said it was urgent.
[Quinn nods.]
Quinn:All right. Apologize to Shark.
[Fasano exits and Laura Quinn steps in impatiently, followed by A.J. Hawk.]
Quinn: I said I would see my sister alone.
Hawk: I think this concerns me too. [Taking a THG pill from a bottle, then tentatively offering one to Brady] You don't, do you?
[Laura steps forward, kisses Brady on the cheek.]
Laura: How are you, honey? You've met A.J., haven't you? He was with me in Phoenix.
Quinn: I saw him with you.
Laura: We're going to Negril next week. We�re gonna shack up �til the NFL combine. I wanted to see if you could hook me up with some more ND gear.
Quinn: Why do you come to me? Why don't you go to the bookstore?
Laura: And wait in those lines with the townies?
[Brady is silent. Then he rises and moves to the window overlooking the Golden Dome.]
Quinn: The grass stains from the Fiesta Bowl aren�t even washed out yet. Your mother is worried about my Heisman chances. Your sister�s taking crap from her classmates at UVA. You desecrated my jersey on national television�
Laura: Brady...
Quinn: You fly around the world with brain-dead Buckeyes who don't have any love for you and use you like a jock-sniffing groupie.
Laura: You're not my father!
Quinn: Then why do you come to me?
Laura: Because I need the publicity!
Quinn: [softly] Laura, I want to be reasonable with you. Notre Dame is family. You can stay with us and you won�t be deprived of anything. I don�t know much about A.J. I don�t know why he had to go to OSU---how much they paid him. Why don�t you tell him marriage is really out of the question and that you can�t see him anymore. He�ll understand. But if you marry this �roid head�it would disappoint me.
Laura: My name is Quinn, too. I�m entitled to market it how I want.
[She turns angrily, leaving Brady standing face to face
with Hawk.]
Quinn: Are you finished?
Hawk: I think so.
Quinn: Then out.
[Hawk lowers his eyes and leaves quickly.]