Julie: Moby Dick is actually the perfect metaphor for this town. The cold black sea representing the season in all its uncertainties. The magical white whale is the Holy Grail.

Real Estate Agent: I am tellin' you, room in the bathroom is what has saved more marriages than Oprah and Dr. Phil combined.

Tim: Here's to God and football and, ten years from now, Street, good friends livin' large in Texas. Texas forever, Street.
Jason: Texas forever.

Radio: Feed the dogs, spit the fire, lock up your daughters. Turn on the radio, sit down, and shut up 'cause it is game time, people!

Coach Taylor: Give all of us gathered here tonight the strength to remember that life is so very fragile. We are all vulnerable and we will all at some point in our lives fall; we will all fall. We must carry this in our hearts...that what we have is special. That it can be taken from us and that when it is taken from us we will be tested...we will be tested to our very souls. We will now all be tested. It is these times...it is this pain that allows us to look inside ourselves.

Coach Taylor: I'll tell you somethin'. I know you didn't want me to step foot in your house tonight. I'll tell you somethin' else and don't you ever forget this. You should feel proud. You should feel real proud.
Matt: Yes, sir.
Coach Taylor: This is all yours for the takin'. Depends on how much you want it. It's yours for the takin'. The other night you played for a few minutes. Tomorrow, four quarters. You can't be distracted by anything. You're gonna have a lot of distractions. You're gonna have our fans, their fans. You got the band. You got the cheerleaders with their pretty young-shaped legs bouncing up and down. You got a job to do. Nothing else.

Coach Taylor: Saracen. I need you to work a little bit harder. You need to learn this offense, son. You need to know this offense in your mind, in your body. You need to know this offense so well that your children are gonna know this offense in their own DNA. Do you understand me? Do you understand?
Matt: Yes sir
Coach Taylor: All right, go on.

Buddy Garrity: Best case scenario, Jason's probably out for a month. You know, it's probably a lot longer then that. But, uh, we need a plan for Friday night. Heck we--Heck, we need a plan for the rest of the season is what we need, Eric. So tell me, you think little Matt Saracen can get it done?
Coach Taylor: I guess we're fixin' to find out.

Tyra: What are you, a shrink?
Mama Williams: Oh, I'd be nice. I work at Planned Parenthood. You probably haven't seen the last of me.

Jason: Stop! My legs are never gonna get better....ever.
Lyla: But there are cases, lots of cases--
Jason: And those cases aren't me. All right? I don't even have full use of my hands. I'll be lucky if I get that back. Alright, I can't even put my own shoes on and off. How can you not see that? What the hell is wrong with you?
Lyla: I'm just trying to help you.
Jason: Yeah, well, you're not helping. You wanna help then stop pretending that everything is OK.
Lyla: Why are you getting so mad?
Jason: Because every night when I go to sleep, I dream that I can walk again. And every morning, I wake up, and I have to accept it all over again. And then you walk in here, all smiles and acting like nothing's wrong and it's killing me! So get this through your head. My life as we knew it--over.
Lyla: Don't say that, Jason.
Jason: Football--over. Notre Dame, going pro, all that--gone. You and me? We're not getting married. So, I need you to do something for me, all right? Get out. Get out!! Don't just look at me, go!
Lyla: I'll be back tomorrow for when they transfer you to the rehab facility.

Coach Taylor: Wind sprints, up and down the hill. Let's go. Let's go. (whistle blows) If you think you're champions because you wear the Panther uniform. You're wrong! If you think you're champions because they give you a piece of pie at the diner. You're wrong! Champions don't complain! Champions don't give up! Let's go Coach. Send 'em out. [whistle blows] Champions don't give up! Champions don't complain! Champions give 200%. You're not champions until you've earned it!

Coach Taylor: Execution! Where the hell's the execution out there?! Huh? My God, we ought to be beating these bums by 40 points! Riggins, you're supposed to be one of the toughest guys in the district. They are handing your ass to you, son! You better get your head in the game. Smash...north, south, north, south. You want to dance with these boys out there; you invite them to the prom!

Lyla: Tim? Hey. Uh, we're having a prayer meeting for Jason this afternoon. You wanna come?
Tim: What are we going to pray for, Lyla? A new spine for Jay?
Lyla: Tim, I know you don't do anything you don't want to do, and I guess that's fine, but don't insult me.

Tyra: You know, you're such a big tough guy. You can't even go see Jason in the hospital. I mean, damn it, Tim, grow a set, why don't you. ‘Cause we both know that's what this is all about.
Tim: Hey, Tyra. How's Smash? Was he good? Did you have a nice time?
Tyra: Nothing happened. Not really. Besides, don't pretend like you haven't slept with half the Rally Girls.
Tim: We sure do have something special here, Tyra.
Tyra: Yeah, you know maybe you're right. Maybe I am wasting my time. ‘Cause you are just another mediocre football player who's gonna grow up to drink himself to death. Maybe we should just end this right now.
Tim: See you around then.
Tyra: I am serious, Tim. Are you listening to me? If I get in that car right now I'm never coming back. Do you understand?
Tim: I get it.
Tyra: That's it? We're breaking up for real and that's all you have to say. That was great.

Tyra: Um...Look. I know we were never close buddies and I can only image the load of fake crap that you've had to put up with from people you hardly even know, and I am so not doing that. I just um--I came by to tell you how sorry I am that Tim hasn't been in to see you. He wants to. Although, he won't admit it, but he just can't do it.
Jason: Yeah, why is that?
Tyra: He's scared.
Jason: Oh, he's scared. Yeah, well that's Tim for you.
Tyra: Sure is. Well...
Jason: Well..thanks for coming.
Tyra: Yeah, yeah.
Jason: And you tell Tim whenever he's ready he can come on by.
Tyra: Jason...I'm really sorry. No, I mean...Something like this shouldn't happen to a good person like you. [kisses Jason on the cheek]