Bend your knees, get your butt down.
Left hand up, right hand down.

To your right. Let's go!
To your left. Let's go! Come on, move!

Oh, don't worry about George. He'll be
right with you when you start winning.

Cletus! My friend, my good friend.
Friend of years, friend of tears.
You're looking fit and fiddle.

Wilbur "Shooter" Flatch,
this is Norman Dale, our new coach.

- How are you?
- Coach.

Clete, did you tell him? Sectionals in '33.
One point down.
Five, four, three, two, one...

I let her fly!
In and out. Yeah. Well, I was fouled.
If you had some small change...
The missus and I have had
a parting of the ways.

- Get you something to eat.
- Oh, my friend. My dear fine friend.

Give it up.
- It's only two bits.
- Give it up.

- Sorry, Everett.
- It ain't your fault.

- He's my friend of years.
- I don't wanna hear it, Dad.

Jimmy, I didn't see you in class today.
Any reason you want to tell me about?
You know, in the ten years that I coached,
I never met anybody who
wanted to win as badly as I did.

I'd do anything I had to do
to increase my advantage.

Anybody who tried to block
the pursuit of that advantage, I'd just...