Now in the dressing room:
Zac's crying.
Ale: What?
Zac: Nothing.
Ale: tell me.
Zac: like you really care.
Ale: you're crying because of what i said?
Zac: It's not what you said, it's how you say it.
Ale: how did i say it?
Zac: You yelled at me like i'm your bitch! the whole stadium was looking at me, i felt so humiliated!
Ale: you're yelling at me?
Zac: No, no! not yelling. sorry...
Ale: that's better. now i'm sorry, but it's all your fault for being an idiot. next time i'll do the subs by myself. i won't shout at you anymore.
Zac:Really..? promise?
Ale: Yeah.
Zac: OK...i'm sorry too.
Ale: fine...now go get me a drink.
Zac: Yes sir.