Tim: [at a pep rally] Waste of friggin' time, huh?
Lyla: Look, I know you hate me right now, and I understand
Tim: I don't hate you, Lyla. It'd be a lot easier if I did.
Lyla: I don't know how to talk to you when you're like this. I mean, God it's not even 7 o'clock and you can barely stand. You can blame me if you want, Tim. You can blame the whole world for all I care, but if you think being drunk all the time is gonna make this any easier, you're wrong. It's not cool or charming. It's just pathetic and gross and I feel sorry for you. I really do.
Tim: Lyla.

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.

Tim: I guess--I guess what I came here to tell you is that Lyla is completely in love with you and always has been and always will be. She's going through hell right now, Street. Hell.
Jason: I'm sure she is.
Tim: People at school are just ripping on her. I mean, she quit cheer. She's losing it. And I know it means probably nothing coming from me, but I thought you should know.
Jason: Well, I'm sure you can help her out with that.

Tim: There we go again. I'm actually getting kinda tired of hitting the green every time.
Walt: Not bad, a little quick on your release, though.
Tim: Thanks, Mr. Nicklaus. I actually would take a swing tip from you if I wasn't kicking your ass right now.
Walt: You're only two up. There's plenty of golf left to play.
Tim: Yeah, yeah. Let me ask you something. You feeling the pressure right now?
Walt: Uh, not really. I've seen you putt.

Tim: What do you do?
JV Player: Uh, okay, I know this.
Tim: Too late, play's over. You waited too long to make a decision and now we lost the game 'cause of you. We're not going to State and the whole town of Dillon hates you. You're never gonna get laid your entire life. Fact.

Tim: What's up?
Lyla: Tim, we have to stop this. Look at me, Tim. Please. Jason is getting out of there soon. He's changing; he's getting back to his old self.
Tim: So you're done with me?
Lyla: Tim don't.
Tim: Don't what?
Lyla: Don't react like that. You knew this had to end. Look, I take full responsibility for everything that's happened. It's all my fault.
Tim: Sounds like it was the biggest mistake of your life, Lyla.
Lyla: I feel like I have to make a choice here Tim before things get more messed up then they already are. I care about you Tim, I do. I just, I can't live with myself anymore.
Tim: Bye, Lyla.

Tyra: There's a trait in the women in my family that just drives men crazy. Treat us like crap and always come back for more.
Tim: That's, uh. That's actually what I was here to talk to you about. I am truly sorry for everything that has happened, for what I've put you through, everything that happened with Lyla. I was a complete jerk and I am so sorry. If you would even consider giving me a second chance, Tyra, believe me it'll be so different. Sorry.
Tyra: You know, so many times, I would have loved to hear those words come out of your mouth. God, I'd love to say yes, but I'd hate myself for it. I'd be a hypocrite you know? I guess timing is everything.

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]

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.

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.

[Julie and Matt are making out in a cabin]
Julie: Does it just smell like wet dog?
Matt: You know what, let's not do this.
Julie: Nnnnn-No, nnn-no, I told you I want to.
Matt: Nnnn-No, you really don't and that's OK because we don't have to.
Julie: We...we don't?
Matt: No, we just hang out or, uh eat or I don't know whatever.
Julie: Really.
Matt: Yeah, but don't touch me right now; just give me a minute, please.