tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78251454154009290932024-09-19T09:03:08.916-04:00Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7825145415400929093.post-21850939401159107972008-04-13T09:31:00.000-04:002008-04-13T09:51:20.709-04:00<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will_Ferrell"><b>Ricky Bobby</b></a>: Dear Lord baby Jesus, or as our brothers in the south call you, "Jezus," we thank you so much for this bountiful harvest of Dominos, KFC, and the always delicious Taco Bell. I just want to take time to say thank you for my family. My two beautiful, beautiful, handsome stricking sons, Walker, and Texas Ranger, or TR as we call him. And of course my red hot smokin' wife Carley, who is a stone cold fox.<br /> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_C._Reilly"><b>Cal Naughton, Jr.</b></a>: mmm... <br /> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will_Ferrell"><b>Ricky Bobby</b></a>: Dear tiny infant Jesus... <br /> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leslie_Bibb"><b>Carley Bobby</b></a>: Hey, um... you know sweetie, Jesus did grow up. You don't always have to call him baby. It's a bit odd and off puttin' to pray to a baby.<br /> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will_Ferrell"><b>Ricky Bobby</b></a>: Well look, I like the Christmas Jesus best, and I'm sayin grace. When you say grace, you can say it to grown up Jesus, or teenage Jesus, or bearded Jesus, or whoever you want.<br /><br />-From the movie '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talladega_Nights:_The_Ballad_of_Ricky_Bobby"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby</span></a>'Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197noreply@blogger.com0