We will be perfect every day in every aspect of the game. You drop a pass, you run a mile. You miss a blocking assignment, you run a mile. You fumble the football and I will break my foot off in your John Brown hind parts...and then you will run a mile. Perfection! Let's get to work.
Anybody know what this place is? This is Gettysburg. This is where they fought the Battle of Gettysburg. Fifty thousand men died right here on this field, fightin' the same fight that we're still fightin' amongst ourselves today. This green field right here, painted red, bubblin' with the blood of young boys. Smoke and hot lead pourin' right through their bodies. Listen to their souls, men. I killed my brother with malice in my heart. Hatred destroyed my family. You listen, you take a lesson from the dead. If we don't come together right now on this hallowed ground, we too will be destroyed, just like they were. I don't care if you like each other right now, but you will respect each other. And maybe - I don't know, maybe we'll learn to play this game like men...
[Coach Boone is motivating his team as they do intense physical exercise]
Coach Boone: What are you?
Team: Mobile, agile, hostile!
Coach Boone: What is pain?
Team: French bread!
Coach Boone: What is fatigue?
Team: Army clothes!
Coach Boone: [Puts his hand to his ear] Will-you-ever-quit?
Team: [shouts] NO! We want some mo'! We want some mo'! We want some mo'!
Bertier: [lying down on bed, looking at a poster of the Black Power salute that Julius is putting up.] I ain't looking at that for two weeks man. Take it down.
Julius: Well, you can close your eyes for two weeks for all I care. Why don't you look at your wall and I'll look at mine.
Bertier: [getting up] I'll look wherever I want to, and I don't wanna be looking at that for two weeks.
Julius: Then you better use your X-ray vision, Superman, and look right through it, cause it ain't coming down.
[fight breaks out after Bertier forces the poster down]
Alan: [opens door, and shouts] FIGHT! [white and black players join in the melee]
[Bertier notices an Army officer and his son approaching the coaches]
Bertier: Hey fellas! Look at that fruitcake!
Coach Yoast: Gerry, just keep your mouth shut and get back on that field!
Col. Bass: Coach Boone, I'm Colonel Bass. We just got transferred here from Huntington Beach, California. This is my son, Ronnie, he's a quarterback.
Coach Boone: [shakes Sunshine's hand] How you doin' Ronnie?
Col. Bass: Coach Yoast.
Coach Yoast: [shakes Sunshine's hand as well] My pleasure.
Coach Boone: We're pretty set at the, uh, quarterback, colonel. But if your boy's any good, you might want to check out Wilson or Annandale.
Col. Bass: Well, I met Coach Taber. He won't let blacks play on his team. The way I see it, if these boys can fight a war together, they can play football together. Now, he's a pretty good runner...
[Sunshine throws football towards Gerry, who is standing at the other end of the field. The football hits Gerry square in the back. He turns around, angrily]
Julius: [laughing hysterically] Yeah, a fruitcake, huh?
[Coaches Boone and Yoast argue about the harassment by racist residents]
Coach Yoast: This is about setting a good example for our boys and the community.
Coach Boone: I don't scratch my head 'til it itches, and I don't dance until I hear some music, I will not be intimidated. That's just the way it is.
Coach Yoast: You want to carry your sinful pride to your grave, that's your business, but when your sins endanger on my little girl, it becomes mine.
Coach Boone: My sins? You think my sins had something to do with what happened last night? I'm sorry about what happened to your daughter, I really am, but maybe you've got a small taste of what my girl has gone through. [Yoast is silent] Welcome to my life, Yoast.
[Gerry Bertier has a word with Coach Boone after a missed block has led to a season-ending injury to the teams (black) starting QB]
Bertier: I do coach, and I respect it, but I know [looks at Ray] Ray missed that block on purpose. Sometimes you just got to cut a man loose.
Boone: [considers] Well, you're the captain. You make your decision, but you support that decision.
[Yoast realizes the Hall of Fame board have fixed the game against the Titans]
Coach Yoast: [to referee] You don't think I know about what's going on?
Referee: What are you talking about?
Coach Yoast: You call this game fair, or I'm going to the papers. I don't care if I go down with you. But before God, I swear I'll see every last one of you thrown in jail.
Referee: You dig your own grave.
Coach Yoast: [Smiles] All right. DEFENSE, ON ME! [huddles players; to Petey] Petey, don't you go on the strong side.
Petey Jones: Coach they're calling a holding penalty on me every time-
Coach Yoast: Did I ask for your excuses? You wanna act like a star, you'd better give me a star effort, do you hear me? [Petey leaves] Forget about him. Allan, you're in, come on. All right now, I don't want them to gain another yard. YOU BLITZ ALL NIGHT!! If they cross the line of scrimmage, I'm gonna take every last one of you out! You make sure they remember, FOREVER, the night they played the Titans! [players cheer and get back to the field] LEAVE NO DOUBT!
[Coach Yoast counsels an injured Gerry Bertier]
Coach Yoast: Well, Gerry I think this is a time for reflection, for prayer...
Bertier: Coach, I'm hurt. I ain't dead.
Coach Yoast: [smiles] No, no you're not.
Bertier: You know, I've been reading on activities for people in wheelchairs and such...[Smiles] They've got Olympics.