Epic: Everybody smokes in Texas. Babies smoke in Texas.
Tami: Even babies can't smoke on school property.

Grandma Saracen: I saw that game tonight. You played great, you just played great.
Matt: [heavy-heartedly] Thanks.
Grandma Saracen: You've always loved football, Matty. I remember when you were two years old, you were trying to throw a football and it was bigger than you were. And you were such a sweet baby, such a sweet, sweet baby. But here you are all grown up taking care of everything. I don't know what I'd do without you. I don't know. Matthew? I love you.
Matt: I know. I, I love you, too, grandma. [She starts crying] Grandma, hey. [Matt hugs her]
Grandma Saracen: You are such a good boy.
Matt: That's because I was raised by you.

Grandma Saracen: Landry, stop throwing the ball. You look like a girl.
Landry: Just one more.
Grandma Saracen: No. You're just a funny looking creature.
Landry: [to Matt] She seems to be doing well.

Grandma Saracen: You come over here I want to hug your neck!
Landry: Okay.
Grandma Saracen: I want you to pursue your music. That Crucific-whatever it is.
Landry: Crucifictorious.
Grandma Saracen: Yes. You love it. You should do it while you're at college. And I have your songs. Got them in my MP player. I can listen to them whenever I want.

Hastings: [pointing at Buddy Sr.] That's your Dad? He's one of those "I'll tell you something" guys, isn't he?
Buddy Jr.: Yeah. He's a chatter box too.

Jason: [about playing quad rugby] I'm ready. I told you I'm ready.
Phil: Jason, you're not ready.
Jason: Phil come on. Everyday it's about how--how great my progress has been, how unusual I am. What's the worse that could happen, huh? I fall out of my chair and break my neck, oh wait that already happened didn't it.
Phil: You could tear your rotator cuff. You can get a concussion. Worst case scenario, your fusion's still healing. You don't seem to know what that means so let me spell it out for you. Those little bits of bone are all that's protecting your spinal cord at your injury site. You know how you can use your hands, screw up your fusion, no more grip, then what? I want you to think long and hard about this before you do it.

Jason: [at the bank] I'm pretty sure that I don't have to explain to you what's at stake, Billy. And I'm also pretty sure I don't have to explain to you that tellin' somebody something's liquid when it's not quite liquid is a pretty dumbass thing to do!
Billy: Hey! Let's not start with the name callin'. Otherwise, I'll walk right outta here. It's not fair. And I can't punch you. You're in a wheelchair.
Jason: Oh, I'll swing back! Just ask your brother. You wanna take this outside, shorty?

Jason: [to Tim] What are you doing out of school? [to Billy] What did you write him a note or something?
Tim: I told them I was pregnant. Need a few days to relax.

Jason: Do you think I could make it somewhere else? Like as a sports agent? Do you think I'd be good at it?
Lyla: You're leaving.
Jason: I didn't say that.
Lyla: You didn't have to. I think you'd be a great sports agent.

Jason: Hit the slants, you hit the posts, they'll respect you. You hit this pattern (18 yard deep-out), they will fear you.

Jason: I gotta ask you something.
Lyla: Okay.
Jason: Is there something happening between you and Riggins, Lyla?
Lyla: No! Why would you even say that Jason?
Jason: ‘Cause I saw you in the parking lot the other night.
Lyla: You saw us. Doing what?
Jason: I don't know. No--Nothing I guess.
Lyla: That's crazy. I love you. Jason, you know that don't you?
Jason: I do. I just had to ask. I'm sorry.

Jason: Missed you at practice today, Riggs.
Tim: Well, yeah. Doc told me to rest, so I'm resting.
Jason: Yeah, did he prescribe a 12 pack, too?
Tim: No, that was 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.

Jason: Take a knee. Alright y'all. Today we're champions. Feels good, right?
All: Yeah!
Jason: Enjoy it while it lasts, 'cause tomorrow we're targets. Next season, every other team in Texas is gonna be gunning for us 'cause we're Number One. And I don't know about y'all, but anything less than State Championship is completely unacceptable. Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna think about the off-season. The off-season is about development. Development of strength; development of speed; development of character. Football is a 12-month, 52-week, 365-day commitment, Gentleman. Have a great day today. Enjoy it while it lasts, tomorrow, we're going to work.
Season 2

Jason: Took you long enough to get here, man.
Tim: My truck ain't running. We're putting in this four-barrel carb. I hitched a ride, man. Sorry.
Jason: I'm guessing you know what this is about.
Tim: I do?
Jason: Yeah, of course you do. You wanna call yourself my best friend and you haven't shown up but once since I've been in here. Six weeks, man. Six weeks. Let me go ahead and recap my life for you over the last couple of weeks, huh? My day starts out with me laying down on this bed, well pretty much the whole day takes place with me laying down in this bed on my sorry quadriplegic ass. Every day, people come in here poking and prodding me like I'm a piece of meat. Go ahead and stick a catheter in me in places you don't want to know about. My big adventure of the day is going to the commode ‘cause I gotta go at the same time everyday so I can teach my body how to crap on cue. Impressive, huh? And then Lyla comes running in-(laughing)--I wanna know if she's as chipper out there as she is in here. ‘Cause I tell you what �I love that girl. I do, I love her more than life itself but I tell you what if she tells me how great everything's gonna be when I finally get out of here one more time, I'm gonna lose it. Point is this Timmy, while I'm in here dealing with all this, by myself, and my best friend is out there putting a four barrel carb in his damn truck. Is that what's important right now? Answer me this Timmy, what happened to Texas forever? Huh? What happened to living large? What happened to that eternal bond that you used to love to throw around when I was still healthy and headed towards the NFL? Huh? I need you here Tim! I need you here. I expect---I expect you here. You are my best friend. Grace period's over.