“Congratulations to you and your boy, you and your man crush. We know you’ve got a little man crush with your boy out there in Denver. It’s alright. Congratulations. Y’all made it.”

What do you think about Tebow?

“He’s alright. He’s alright. Let’s be honest, Skip, I can put up the numbers he was [putting up]. It’s all about numbers, baby. Give me a shot. Let’s see what we can do, create my own offense and hopefully my kicker can nail a 62-yarder to bail me out a few times, Jesus shows up. … That boy be praying on the sidelines, boy. I don’t feel comfortable [if] I’ve got to pray every fourth quarter like, ‘Oh my God, please come save me again.’”

Flacco or Tebow?

“Are you kidding me? Why don’t you like my quarterback, Skip? Is it his mustache? Is it his eyebrows? Is it because Tim Tebow is prettier? I understand you’ve got your man crush but you can’t force that on the rest of us. We, here in Baltimore, we’ve got a quarterback that fits our personality. … I love the kid. He plays football. He’s my quarterback. I stand by him. And I love him on the sidelines with the ice in his veins.”

Goodbye, Suggs.

“My daughter can do your job. My daughter is four years old.”