Thursday, May 13, 2010

Fear

Nicole: No, Dad, you're allowed to do whatever you want to do. I'm the one who has to ask permission to breathe. Can I go to school now, Father?

Gary: Yes, but we can say we were there. Factor in the residual coolness.

Margo: Sorry. Mr. Keheela had to stare at my boobs for ten minutes before he could give me an extension.

Margo: Nicole, chill. What do you want to remember five years from now? Being on time for English Lit or having a life?

Winning is a good thing, my man.

Margo: Who wouldn't want millions of guys fantasizing about them? It's power.
Nicole: It's nuts.
Margo: What? It doesn't feel good to be wanted?

Nicole: Every time that I go out with him I feel I should be paid for babysitting.

Steve: Old memories, new adventures. It'll be like real life.

David: It's just that i was taught that if something seems too good to be true, then it probably isn't.

David: That's not a flaw, that's one more thing for me to admire. And respect. And wait for.

Laura: Take off your makeup, you look like a slut.

Nicole: Yeah, I'll apologize to her when she apologizes to me for calling me a slut.

Laura: It's all easy fixes with you, Steve. You give her whatever she wants like you're forever trying to make it up to her. It's gonna blow up in your face, Steve. Everybody needs rules. She'd respect you more if you laid it our and played it straight.

David: You know, every part of you tastes so good.

Laura: I think some hard-earned dirt under a man's fingernails can be attractive.

Steve: Nicole, I want you to understand that whatever I have done to disappoint you is not reason for you to go screw up your whole life.

Nicole: Look, Dad, this may come as a big shock to you, but every move I make does not have to deal with you. Turns out that I'm living my own life.

Laura: Don't think you can bully her into growing up, Steven. It doesn't work that way.

Margo: So he hit ya. Sometimes that's their asshole way of showing they love ya.

Margo: Nicole, do yourself a favor and don't think so much. It gives you premature wrinkles.

Margo: You'll always remember your first. Not your second, not your third. Just your first.

David: I can't be sorry that I love you. I learned that I need people more than I thought. I've always been the one takin' care of things. And with you, it's different. All I want is us to take care of each other. And I'll promise nothing like that will ever happen again. I'm sorry.

Steve: David, I don't want to beat around the bush. I came to tell you that you're gonna stop seeing Nicole. Now, either you're as smart as you think you are and you'll just go away, or else you're gonna make things a lot harder on yourself than they have to be.
David: You know, Steve, you're really not a faggot.
Steve: ...What?
David: No, I'm serious. You seem like a pretty solid guy; you should lighten up on yourself.
Steve: We're not talkin' about me, we're talkin'...
David: Yes we are. That's what this whole thing's about, Steve. Your inadequacies. Your fears.
Steve: You just wait a minute...
David: Listen to me. See, I'm hip to your problems. All of 'em. I know you abandoned Nicole when she needed you most... 'cause I licked her sweet tears. I know about things comin' apart at work. Maybe you fuckin' lost it in that department. I also know you ain't keepin' up, so to speak, your end of the bargain with the missus. 'Cause if you were she wouldn't be all over my stick. Relax, Steve. We're friends. We're practically family.
Steve: I want you to understand somethin', pal. If you don't disappear from my family's life, I'm gonna rip your balls off and shove 'em so far up your ass they'll come out your fuckin' mouth! You got that, my friend?

Alex: You tell some kid that the state is restraining him, you'll make him want it even more.

Nicole: The fact that you can stand there and act cool and natural like nothing ever happened. That's what scares me the most Margo. It's like I don't know you, or, maybe I don't know anybody for that matter. Everybody says one thing and then does another.

David: Weak walls. Actually that's why they moved me around so much. I'd pound on the wall, it'd break. They'd move me to the next one and the next one until finally they got sick of building walls and showed me to the door. Pretty useful upbringing it turned out though, Gar. There's always walls. Usually the moist, fleshy kind that try to get in the way of me and it, whatever it may be. Silly, silly people, though. They're only to be knocked down.

David: We have something that everybody wants but nobody has.

David: It could of all been different Mr. Walker. You should have let nature take its course... but in the end, it will anyway. SO LET ME IN THE FUCKING HOUSE!

Logan: An eye for an eye, Mr. Walker, sir. You fuck up my house, I'll fuck up yours!

David: All girls cry at their weddings. Now, I know this is gonna be hard. We'll get over it... together. Just me and you, nobody else. Remember?

David: Daddy, you will forever hold your peace!

Radio

Mrs. Jones: [voiceover] Here in the upstate, things don't change much. Fall means football season. Being married to a coach means measuring things mainly by wins or losses. Except for that one year.

Mrs. Jones: It's bad enough when a parent misses a parent-teacher conference. But it's worse when the parent's a teacher.
Coach Jones: The parent's a teacher, he knows how his kid's doing. He doesn't need a conference to tell him that.

Mrs. Kennedy: There's a whole lot out there that's right. Don't mean we always do it.

Coach Jones: You're willing to do that. Take the blame for someone else? You're a better man than me. I'll tell ya that.

Principal: Young man, students do not tell me what I do and do not hear.

Coach Jones: Radio did not sell you out, son. There are plenty of other people willing to do that.

Coach Jones: You take him out of the school, you mind as well take his life from him.

Mrs. Jones: [voiceover] In that moment, my husband was prouder than if his team had won a state title. Radio was now officially a part of Hanna and a part of our lives forever. So if you happened to be in Anderson on a Friday night in the fall, get there early. You'll see the man they call Radio leading the Yellow Jackets onto the field. Radio's in his fifties now and he's the most beloved coach Hanna's ever had. Harold Jones, well, he was recently inducted into the South Carolina Coaches Hall of Fame. He's retired from teaching but still maintains his special friendship with Hanna's favorite 11th grader.

Coach Carter

Coach Carter: Part of growing up is making your own decisions and living with the consequences.

Jason Lyle: "My name is J. Lyle. They call me wild. It's all right, Kenyon's mom tonight. You might think I'm wrong, but she's got these thongs."

Coach Carter: Everything I knew about basketball, I learned from women. I have a sister. Her name's Diane. She was always on my case about every little thing. Matter of fact, she still is. 'Turn down that radio! You eat the last piece of cake? Did you drink all the Kool-Aid?' She was always in my face. So when I call 'Diane,' we're gonna play straight man-to-man pressure defense.

Coach Carter: Now we have Delilah. She was my childhood sweetheart. She was steaming hot. But she was the devil. That girl was evil. I remember once she tricked me into stealing brownies from Christ the King First Baptist Church bake sale. She smiled and got her way out of it while I had to damn near wear a pillow on my butt for a month before I could sit down. Delilah, gentleman, she's our trap defense.

Jason Lyle: That right. You were in the bleachers while we were on the court handling our business.

Coach Carter: Today's flavor: offense. Now I have a sister. Her name's Linda. Linda is smart, she's political. Well, actually, she's radical. Linda's got a big afro. Linda is our pick-and-roll offense.

Coach Carter: What is your deepest fear, Mr. Cruz? That you're inadequate?

Mr. Gesek: Junior Battle is like a solar eclipse. We rarely see him, but when we do, it's always special.

Worm: If you was any bigger, you'd be my bigger nigger.

Coach Carter: 'Nigger' is a derogatory term used to insult our ancestors. See, if a white man used it, you'd be ready to fight. Your using it teaches him to use it. You're saying ti's cool. Well, it's not cool. When you're around me, I don't want to hear that shit.

LaQuisha? Okay, yeah, the ghetto called and they want they name back. Girl, LaQuisha? Be for real. You mind as well call that baby Food Stamp.

Yeah, dog, boys grow into men, and men ain't worth the trouble.

Principal: You're job is to win basketball games, Mr. Carter. I suggest you start doing your job.
Coach Carter: Your job is to educate these students. I suggest you start doing yours.

Coach Carter: Everything inside of me tells me that if I take you back, I'd be making a mistake and you'll make a fool of me.

Willa Battle: And you'll do every last one of them. Quitting basketball like you pay rent. I don't know who you think you are. The next time you make a decision, you better ask me first.

Coach Carter: I end up taking a road trip to the suburbs where I find my drunk ass point guard on top of Daddy's little princess!
Worm: Actually, I was on the bottom, coach. She was on the top.
Coach Carter: Worm, you want to be on the team? Because you're about six words from getting kicked off and kicked off this goddamn bus!

Coach Carter: Ghetto hoops stars! Signing autographs and humping the honeys! Well, I'm gonna show you what humping is.

Coach Carter: Note that you're not just walking out on me, you're walking out on them.

Coach Carter: I see a system that's designed for you to fail. Now, I know you all like stats, so let me give you some. Richmond High only graduates 50% of its students. And of those that do graduate, only 6% go to college. Which tells me when I walk down the halls and look in your classrooms, maybe only one student is going to go to college. 'Well, damn Coach Carter, if I'm not going to go to college, where am I going to go?' Now that's a great question. And the answer for young African American men in here is this: probably to prison. In this county, 33% of Black men between 18 and 24 get arrested. So look at the guy on your left. Now look to the guy on your right. One of you is going to get arrested. Growing up here in Richmond, you're 80% more like to go to prison than college. Those are the numbers. Those are some stats for your ass. Now, I want you to go home and look at your lives tonight, and look at your parents' lives and ask yourself, 'Do I want better?' If the answer is yes, I'll see you here tomorrow. And I promise you, I will do everything in my power to get your to college and to a better life.

Coach Carter: You really need to consider the message you're sending this boys by ending the lockout. It's the same message that we as a culture send to our professional athletes; and that is that they are above the law. If these boys cannot honor the simple rules of a basketball contract, how long do you think it will be before they're out there breaking the law? I played ball here at Richmond High 30 years ago. It was the same thing then; some of my teammates went to prison, some of them even ended up dead. If you vote to end the lockout, you won't have to terminate me; I'll quit.

Coach Carter: The board sent that message out loud and clear. Winning basketball games was more important than graduating from high school and going to college. I'm sorry, I just can't support that message.

Jason Lyle: Sir, they can cut the chains off the door, but they can't make us play.
Damien Carter: We've decided we're going to finish what you've started, sir.
Worm: Yeah, so leave us be, coach. We've got shit to do, sir.

Timo Cruz: Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Coach Carter: When we step on the floor every second that clock is ticking, we are pedal to the metal, we run the ball, we pressure the ball, and most importantly we control the tempo of the game, we make them play Richmond Oiler ball.

Coach Carter: I came to coach basketball players, and you became students.
Coach Carter: I came to teach boys, and you became men.

Jason Lyle: You said we're a team. One person struggles, we all struggle. One person triumphs, we all triumph.

Worm: Yo dawg we hear you but we can't see you. The glare from your big black ass head is hella shiny man, do you buff it?