There's you, and that... and those. Now, come on.

[Conor's kicks go poorly] Pascal O'Keeffe:
[sighs]
Conor, sport... kicking... takes a quiet mind. You need to have nothing going on in there. Okay? So, what's eating you? Conor Masters:
Sir... sometimes I just... feel... like a robot... Pascal O'Keeffe:
Mm. Conor Masters:
...doing this again and again. Maybe... there's a little more to life than... [Pascal gives an incredulous look and Conor immediately shuts down] Pascal O'Keeffe:
You have a rare gift, and you need to use it. And recently I've noticed you hanging around with different people - which is fine, I suppose, whatever - but here's the thing, son: You lie down with dogs, you get fleas. Have you identified the fleas? Don't complicate this, son. Pascal O'Keeffe:
[identifying Conor, the rugby ball and the goal posts]
There's you, and that... and those. Now, come on. [Conor's kick get even worse]