Julie: H-Hey.
Matt: Hey, wh-what's going on?
Julie: Not much, is this the safe zone?
Matt: Yeah, I know. These people are crazy.
Julie: So, it must feel pretty good winning the big homecoming game and all.
Matt: Will you go on a date with me?
Julie: Umm.
Matt: Maybe, or not, I mean--I just thought I'd throw that out there. But it's, it's probably a bad idea.

Julie: Hey.
Matt: Hey.
Julie: So, what are you doing out here?
Matt: Honestly, I was just kinda wishing that Arnett Mead loses to Buckley and then we get to go the playoffs then I don't have to spend everyday of the rest of my life wondering what if as I punch into the feed store.

Julie: I've been moving around my entire life, and for the first time...it just felt like I was at home. And..and..I know going to Austin and being some college football coach is your dream. But I have dreams too...and they're coming true right here.
Coach Taylor: I hear ya...

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.

Julie: So, do you think you're gonna start?
Matt: Uh..I don't know. Well, that's the coach's decision. You know, whatever he decides, I'm there for. But I've been working hard so I'm ready, I feel good about it. I just---you know whatever he feels is best for the team, that's--that's what I'm ready to do, so...
Julie: Dude, you need to chill out. I'm not ESPN.

Julie: Who's looking for a job? We're moving again aren't we?
Tami: Honey, your father was offered an amazing job at TMU in Austin.
Julie: Well, that's good, that's good because guess what, I'm not going. I'm really, I'm not going.

Landry: [to Tyra] But for some reason I really just think that there's a guy out there that'll show up sober, that'll listen to you when you talk, that'll actually, you know, respect your opinions and actually take care of you and recognize you for the smart and beautiful and caring woman that you are, Tyra...

Landry: I'm pullin' over.
Tyra: Why?
Landry: Because it's the Christian thing to do.
Tyra: [to Lyla] Oh, hey, cheating cheerleader bitch. Wanna ride?

Landry: Matt, that's the thing. You're not listening to me. If you look at a girl like a geometry proof the answer is just right in front of you. It's your job to find the missing variable. You gotta solve for x.
Matt: Yeah, um, that's actually algebra.
Landry: That's actually not the point.

Landry: Tyra is that you, what are you doing here?
Tyra: Nothing just wishing I could build a time machine and go back and shoot who ever it is that invented Algebra, that's for sure.
Landry: Well, see that's kind of a Catch-22, though because in order to invent that time machine you may need to use Algebra.

Landry: You know what it is? He's probably all messed up from the war. That's exactly what it--he's gone war crazy with Operation Freedom flashbacks and stuff.
Julie: He's not war crazy. He's just--He should see you play, I mean, if you get him to one of the games he'll understand what all of the fuss is about.
Matt: Yeah, I guess, maybe.
Julie: Well is he gonna help you get some in-home care for your grandma?
Matt: Well, yeah, he's gonna straighten all of that out. I mean--I mean, really, this is a perfect time for him to come home because clearly I can't get it done.

Lyla: But everyone would've looked out for your family.
Jason: The town cripple? How long do you think that charity would've lasted, huh? It's killing me to have to do this to Coach, it's killing me to have to do this to the team but maybe they're all right. The lawyers, my parents maybe they're right. Maybe someone teaches me to tackle somebody I'm not in a chair. We're not in this mess.
Lyla: If you think this for the best then I'm with you.
Jason: What is it with you that you wanna screw your life up for me, huh?
Lyla: Love makes us kind of stupid.
Jason: Well, thank God for that. [kisses Lyla]

Lyla: Hey, we need to talk. [pulls Tim into an empty classroom] I've been having these feelings. Like a flood of feelings.
Tim: Me too.
Lyla: For Jason, Tim. What, what happened with us came from all these feelings about Jason and what he's going through. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense. Do you understand?
Tim: Yeah.
Lyla: What I'm saying is, I don't feel anything for you, okay. That wasn't even me that night. That was--I don't even know who that was but it will never happen again. No one can ever know about it and it meant nothing. Do you understand me, Tim?
Tim: Yeah.
Lyla: I hate myself for the other night. I just hope I don't go straight to hell. I really do.

Lyla: I have a life, too.
Jason: I know.
Lyla: No, sometimes I don't think you care about that anymore, or you think it's lame and it scares me.
Jason: No, that's not it at all.
Lyla: I just think that we're too young, right now and we're rushing into this and I don't want to make a mistake.
Jason: Message received, Lyla. Loud and clear.

Lyla: I lost Jason.
Buddy: What?
Lyla: I was unfaithful, Daddy.
Buddy: Well...We all make mistakes, and we--we grow up, but you're my little girl. You're my daughter and I want you to always remember that.
Lyla: You've never left a game before.
Buddy: It's only a game. You're my daughter.