Pat Summerall: That's the second time tonight a Washington player's been knocked out by his own teammate.
John Madden: You know, there's a rule in sports, "Don't do anything great if you can't handle the congratulations."
Pat Summerall: There is?
John Madden: Yep.
Monica: I'll play you.
Quincy: For what?
Monica: Your heart.
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.
Football Announcer: Our next defeat is scheduled for next Friday, 8 o'clock.
Sean Dawkins: We're gonna be there! We're going.
Mrs. MacKenzie: Get me a T-shirt... a really tight one.
Gordie Boggs: That's gross, Mrs. MacKenzie.
Petey Jones: Why the clouds, Sunshine?
Adrian: Why did you train with Hector.
Diana: You mean at all.
Adrian: Yeah.
Diana: Because I want to.
Adrian: Aren't you afraid of gettin' hurt?
Diana: What, and you're not?
Adrian: No, it's just - It's a dangerous sport.
Diana: I didn't make the cheerleading team.
Jack Morris: You know I.C.? Colored fellow at the service station?
Ellen Morris: Sure.
Jack Morris: His son came back from Europe today.
Ellen Morris: Wonderful.
Jack Morris: In a box.
Beret Girl: Max, Max, Max. Admit defeat, and defeat will surely admit you into permanent custody, my man.