Monica: I'll play you.
Quincy: For what?
Monica: Your heart.
Crash Davis: This son of a bitch is throwing a two-hit shutout. He's shaking me off. You believe that shit? Charlie, here comes the deuce. And when you speak of me, speak well.
Coach Norman Dale: If you put your effort and concentration into playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I don't care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book we're gonna be winners.
Fast Eddie: I'm shooting pool, Fats. When I miss, you can shoot.
Tim Daland: I had sponsors in from all over the coast and I'm hugging, and holding hands, and praying for a good showin'. And what do we do? We end up looking like a monkey fucking a football out there. Everybody out, please.
Mike Ditka: Coffee is the lifeblood that fuels the dreams of champions.
Randy 'The Ram' Robinson: The eighties fucking ruled, man, until that pussy Cobain came and fucked it all up.
Ali: How is it that the ultimate prize in the most macho sport ever invented is a piece of jewelry?
Thornton Melon: Listen, Sherlock. While you were tucked away up here working on your ethics, I was out there busting my hump in the real world. And the reason guys like you got a place to teach is 'cause guys like me donate buildings.
Bethany Hamilton: Love is bigger than any tidal wave, or fear.
Adonis Johnson: I wanna rewrite history.
Mary Anne Creed: Don't pretend this is about your father.
Ivan "Fire Urchin": Stepped on me, stepped on me? Are you kidding? This guy was dancing on me! I mean just look at this, broken, broken, gone, gone, broken, broken, broken.
Jackie Moon: Fuck you Clarence! Spumoni.
Tess Harding: Sam, why can't we sit down like adults and patch this thing up?
Sam Craig: I'm afraid that might become a habit. Then we'd wind up with a patchwork quilt for a marriage.
Gabriel Caine: Roy... what you did tonight... couldn't be done.
Honey Roy Palmer: Now you motivate me.
Donnie Shulzhoffer: Hey, you know where a guy can get a rub and a tug around here?
Maggie Peyton: What's really your problem with me racing?
Ray Peyton Sr.: 'Cause you're the spittin' image of your mom... and... I can't lose her twice.
AC Craney: People don't want heart Dick, they want wins.
Bobby Boucher: Now that's what I call high quality H2O.