(..) Fella won some local school comp. Cleaned them all up. Then tried to burn down the school. I told his parole officer that we're going to this... This tournament. Be like his community service. They went for it. Gen, you probably think I'm being some big arsehole. But you talk dreams to those kids, (..)

(..) You'll rev them up with some new and exciting idea, then you're gonna go off the rails, and we're not gonna see you again. They don't need some big, delusional tournament. They don't even have parents. Just fuckin' gangs and jails. They're not even around. They need people (..)