Remember the Titans (2000)
Will Patton: Coach Bill Yoast
Coach Yoast : All right, now, I don't want them to gain *another yard!* * You blitz... all... night!* If they cross the line of scrimmage, I'm gonna take every last one of you out! You make sure they remember, *forever*, the night they played the Titans!
Coach Yoast : Leave no doubt!
Sheryl Yoast : Coach Boone, you did a good job up here. You ran a tough camp from what I can see.
Coach Boone : Well I'm very happy to have the approval of a 5 year old.
Sheryl Yoast : I'm 9 and a half, thank you very much.
Coach Boone : Why don't you get this little girl, some pretty dolls or something coach?
Coach Yoast : I've tried. She loves football.
[Three seperate situations happening at the same time]
Coach Boone : [Talking to official] Ref! He's lining up offsides! Look, he's *lining* up offsides!
Official : [ignoring Coach Boone]
Coach Ed Henry : [talking to player] Twins right, 99 Z. Go!
Coach Boone : [to Official] Ref! I *know* you can see him, you've got eyes!
Official : [still ignoring Coach Boone]
Coach Ed Henry : [talking to different player] Gun right, 84 stat! And tell Tommy to watch the free safety.
Coach Yoast : [talking to Blue] Get back in there! You know what I'm talking about. You can't be afraid of him!
Coach Boone : [gesturing 'offsides' with arms] Offsides! He's lining up offsides!
Bertier : [sees Sunshine get out of car with long hair] Hey fellas! Look at that fruitcake!
Coach Yoast : Gerry, just keep your mouth shut and get back on that field!
Colonel William G. Bass : Coach Boone, I'm Colonel Bass. We just got transferred here from Huntington Beach, California. This is my son, Ronnie, he's a quarterback.
Coach Boone : [shakes Sunshine's hand] How you doin' Ronnie?
Colonel William G. Bass : Coach Yoast.
Coach Yoast : [shakes Sunshine's hand as well] My pleasure.
Coach Boone : We're pretty set at the, uh, quarterback Colonel. But if the boy's any good, you might want to check out Wilson or Annandale.
Colonel William G. Bass : Well, I met Coach Taber. He won't let blacks play on his team. The way I see it, if these boys can fight a war together, they can play football together. Now, he's a pretty good runner...
[Sunshine throws football towards Gerry, who is standing far away. The football hits Gerry square in the back. He turns around, angrily]
Big Ju : [laughing hysterically] Yeah, a fruitcake, huh?
Coach Boone : It's all right. We're in a fight. You boys are doing all that you can do. Anybody can see that. Win or lose... We gonna walk out of this stadium tonight with our heads held high. Do your best. That's all anybody can ask for.
Big Ju : No, it ain't Coach. With all due respect, uh, you demanded more of us. You demanded perfection. Now, I ain't saying that I'm perfect, 'cause I'm not. And I ain't gonna never be. None of us are. But we have won every single game we have played till now. So this team is perfect. We stepped out on that field that way tonight. And, uh, if it's all the same to you, Coach Boone, that's how we want to leave it.
Coach Yoast : Yeah. I hope you boys have learned as much from me this year as I've learned from you. You've taught this city how to trust the soul of a man rather than the look of him. And I guess it's about time I joined the club.
Coach Yoast : This isn't about me, I'm worried about my boys.
Coach Boone : Well I'm not going to cut 'em and eat 'em. The best player will play, color won't matter.
Coach Yoast : From the looks of our little situation we got us here, I think that's about all that does.
Coach Boone : Yeah, you're right. We're in a tough spot, coach. You, me, the whole city. I think it'd go a long way to smooth things over if you'd stay, work on the staff, be a defensive coordinator, assistant head coach.
Coach Yoast : Work under you.
Coach Boone : If that's the way you see it.
Coach Yoast : Good night, Coach.
Coach Yoast : [upon seeing Marshall's first offensive play] ... shotgun? Who do they think they are, the New York Jets?
Coach Yoast : Titus!
[walks angrily towards official]
Coach Yoast : [in a quiet voice] I know all about it, Titus.
Crooked Official : What are you talking about, Bill?
Coach Yoast : You call this game fair, or I'll go to the papers. I don't care if I go down with you. Before God, I swear I'll see every last one of you thrown in jail.
Crooked Official : You dig your own grave.