Comments on: Mike Don-toni

By: Cold Stone Creamery. After 8 pm

Cold Stone Creamery. After 8 pm — Thu, 22 May 2008 23:56:42 +0000

Malik Rose: How’s the junk food in this place?

Eddy Curry: Good. Try the triple decker fudge swirl banana split topped with whip cream, butterscotch, caramel, sprinkles, gummi bears, Reese’s Pieces and sour patch kids. It’s the best in the city.

Rose: I’ll have it.

By: MSG Kitchen

MSG Kitchen — Thu, 22 May 2008 23:43:51 +0000

Jimmy Dolan: How’s Isiah?

Don Walsh: Oh Isiah…..won’t see him no more.

By: Stephon Marbury's Hotel Room, 9 PM

Stephon Marbury's Hotel Room, 9 PM — Thu, 22 May 2008 23:25:32 +0000

Don Walsh: My credit good enough to buy you out?

Stephon Marbury: Buy me out?
[Mardy Collins laughs nervously]

Don Walsh: The contract, the sneaker company. The Knickerbocker Family wants to buy you out.

Stephon Marbury: The Knickerbocker Family wants to buy me out? No, I buy you out, you don’t buy me out.

By: Dolan House. Late afternoon.

Dolan House. Late afternoon. — Thu, 22 May 2008 20:09:18 +0000

Charles Dolan: I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life – I don’t apologize – to take care of my family, and I refused to be a fool, dancing on the string held by all those bigshots. I don’t apologize – that’s my life – but I thought that, that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the string. Senator Dolan; Governor Dolan, lead singer of a Golden Earring cover band Dolan Well, it wasn’t enough time, James. It wasn’t enough time.

James Dolan: We’ll get there, pop. We’ll get there.

By: Don Walsh's Phone. 2 PM.

Don Walsh's Phone. 2 PM. — Thu, 22 May 2008 19:40:48 +0000

Mitch Kupchak: Now you listen to me, you smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch. Let me lay it on the line for you and your boss, whoever he is: I will not trade Andrew Bynum for Eddy Curry. I don’t care how many dago guinea wop greaseball goombahs come out of the woodwork!

Don Walsh: I’m German-Irish.

Mitch Kupchak: Well, lemme tell ya something, my Kraut-Mick friend!

By: Midnight. Don Walsh's Office

Midnight. Don Walsh's Office — Thu, 22 May 2008 18:38:30 +0000

Don Walsh: Nate Robinson is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house. Head coach of mine, I think it’s time you told your GM what everyone seems to know.

Don Toni: I didn’t tell Nate anything. I was just about to come up and wake you so that I could tell you.

Don Walsh: But you needed a drink first.

(Don Toni nods)

Don Walsh: And now you’ve had your drink.

Don Toni: We didn’t get the first pick in the lottery. We’re going to have to draft OJ Mayo or Brook Lopez.

[the Don accepts this news without any sign of emotion, except to close his eyes and remain silent for a few minutes]

Don Walsh: I want all inquiries made. I want no acts of vengeance. I want you to arrange a meeting with the heads of the NBA’s competition committee. This war stops now.

By: Anucha Browne Sanders

Anucha Browne Sanders — Thu, 22 May 2008 18:25:05 +0000

(After being hugged)

Nooooooooooo! Read the papers! Read the papers! That’s your ex-coach! That’s your ex-coach!

By: Jerome James

Jerome James — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:56:19 +0000

Jerome James- “Oh, Don Toni. I am fat and I never play. What should I do?”

Don Toni- “You can act like a man!”

By: Eddy Curry

Eddy Curry — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:27:05 +0000

No, seriously though guys, don’t forget to take the cannolis.

By: Zach Randolph

Zach Randolph — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:17:07 +0000

I said leave the gun, take the cannoli's, not the other way around.