In the '70s, they were an elite unit with names like Brick, Champ, Brian, and Ron.

They rose like the phoenix, and then they were gone.

Their legend became but a whisper, told by the trees until now.

We're starting a 24-hour news channel and we want you.

I'm gonna do the thing that God put Ron Burgundy on this earth to do:

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This feels right!

The news team is back!

Welcome to the '80s, baby.

Is that your foot between my legs?

No.

It was my hand.

Your hair looks like wet popcorn.

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That's Jack Blime, look at him.

He's a prince.

He's not that great.

What did he say?

He said you are not that great!

Brick!

I don't read Jet Magazine.*

Or Jheri Curl Daily.

What're you doing?

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And on that note, which one of you convicts with the longest record can pass me the mashed potatoes.

Am I right?

Say what!