What's next, stigmata?
He's ------ up; they're all ------ up.
He's so freaked about Beamen taking his spot, he'd play with a fractured neck.
I'm going to consult with a player? What are you talking about? I know his answer! They couldn't take a piss in the morning, without the pills. You want to play innocent? ---- your innocence! You don't want to hear the answer, don't ask the question. I didn't have to ask him, because I knew the answer. These men are football players, they are gladiators. They will not live with shame, like you. And long ago, they made that choice. And I'm not going to take responsibility to stand between them...
A season is 16 games, and its how you live through the bad ones that make you a quarterback, not a punk.
I look at those pictures on the wall, and I just see ghosts. When I'm done with the game, or the game is done with me, I don't wanna be a ghost on the wall.
Maybe it's not racism, maybe it's placism. A brother has to know his place, right, coach?
If I play my way, I just might win. Then what was your life about, anyway?
And with the time I got left, I'm going to play my way.
She will sell the team, and everything her father stood for is going to die.
And what will you do after football, Tony, with no one to control?
This game has got to be about more than winning. You're part of something here... along the way, I want you to cherish it, because when it's gone, it's gone forever.
Doesn't make sense, my not having a home, a family, a life.
I don't know what to say really. Three minutes till the biggest battle of our professional lives. It all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, till we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch at a time. Now I can't do it for you. I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces, and I think... I mean I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me, and lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know when you get old in life, things get taken from you. That's part of life. But you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life's this game of inches. And so is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small. I mean... one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow too fast, you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that's gonna make the ------- difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I'll tell you this - in any fight, its the guy whose willing to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm going to have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch. Because that's what living is! The 6 inches in front of your face... Now I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think you're gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You're gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him. That's a team, gentlemen. And either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die, as individuals. That's football, guys. That's all it is. Now, what are you going to do?
I honestly believe that woman would eat her young.
Don't you guys drop me. I'm worth a million dollars.
Football's my life, Coach, my life. Its all I know how to do.