“Get the fuck out of my apartment.”
I wasn’t kidding.
“Dude, chill.”
“Chill? You want me to chill? Seriously. GET. THE FUCK. OUT. NOW.”
Lesson learned. If your team is fortunate enough to make it to the big game, no matter how heavily favored you are, never ever throw a Super Bowl party and invite fans of the opposing team or general “I just like the ads” people over. They’re either going to risk getting punched in the face (the two wayward Pats fans in my Bay Area apartment on February 3rd, 2002), or bear the brunt of collateral damage, as described in the brief (but verbatim) bit of dialogue above.