Coach Morris Buttermaker: What if he tries something?
Amanda Whurlitzer: I'll handle it.
Coach Morris Buttermaker: Rolling Stones, 11 years old.
Amanda Whurlitzer: I know an 11-year-old girl who is already on the pill.
Coach Morris Buttermaker: Don't ever say that word again.
Amanda Whurlitzer: Jesus! Just who in the heck you think you are?
Coach Morris Buttermaker: The goddamned manager, that's who.
Amanda Whurlitzer: Big wow.
Sub Editor: We have two versions ready to go. If he wins, "Australian wonder horse beats the world."
News writer: And if he loses?
Sub Editor: "New Zealand horse fails in Mexico."
Kurt Sloane: Watch your wallet.
Eric Sloane: She doesn't want my wallet. She wants to make it with the champ.
Tonya Harding: There's no such thing as truth. It's bullshit. Everyone has their own truth, and life just does whatever the fuck it wants.
Team Evil Coach Hung: Those American drugs work better than expected.
Boots: We don't stop playing because we get old, We get old because we stop playing.
Amber: We're really going to miss you, Britney. imya.
Brianna: I miss you already too.
Britney: Oh, guys, I'm gonna mysm.
Sierra: D-A-M-N.
Brianna: Sierra, you're not speaking IM. You're just spelling.
Sierra: Oh. Well then, S-H-I-T.
Kellie Frost: I don't like Bull Riders... They're little men with big egos. Besides, he's got one of them skinny butts like the rest of em'.
Kelly's Mom: Honey, I judge a man more by the size of his heart then his rear... It's likely to do you more good.
Matt: Would you like a falafel with that?
Jim Braddock: I have to believe that when things are bad I can change them.
Judge Walter Burns: Hi. What's wrong?
Joanne Burns: Uh, Walter, get out. This is private.
Judge Walter Burns: I'm entitled to know what's going on under this roof. After all, I am the father of this child...
Joanne Burns: Walter, if you don't leave, I *swear*...I'll tell you.
Judge Walter Burns: [pause.] Right. [leaves.].
Dan Dresden: You should've stayed with Street Breed, Kurt! You could've had 5 million dollars.
Kurt: Talk is cheap, Dresden.
Rannulph Junnah: I could have killed you out there.
Bagger Vance: Oh no sir, see I set myself directly in front of ya. Judgin' how you were hittin' them balls that's where I figure I'd be out of harms way.
Rocky: You knocked him down, why don't you try knockin me down now?
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.
Mrs. Brown: What's the meaning of goodness if there isn't a little badness to overcome?
Jackie Moon: Fuck you Clarence! Spumoni.
Gabriel Caine: Roy... what you did tonight... couldn't be done.
Honey Roy Palmer: Now you motivate me.