[to the players in the locker room]
Steff:
Listen up, ladies. Brian Riley is going to USC, motherfuckers!
Brian:
All I have to do is maintain my fantastic 0 grade-point average, and everything is cool.
Steff:
You're not god, Nickerson. You're just a typing teacher.
Steff:
You are really FUCKED, man!
Nickerson:
No son, you are.
Steff:
Scholarship here, no scholarship here. Who the hell gave you that power?
Steff:
We didn't quit, you quit!
Steff:
He didn't quit.
Nickerson:
What did you say?
Steff:
Salvucci, he didn't quit. None of us quit. I don't know. We beat those guys asses up and down that field tonight! We got nothing to be ashamed of, right? Isn't that right? Maybe the scoreboard doesn't say it, but we won that game. We held them. It was just a fluke. That's all. It's just a fluke.
Nickerson:
A fluke? That pass-interference penalty was no fluke. If you had done it the way I taught you, they never would've been down there in the first place, and they never would've scored, and we would've won that game! You're just as responsible as he is.
Steff:
Oh, yeah? If you would've had Rifleman hold the ball, then we would've won the game. We didn't quit. You quit!
Nickerson:
Get your stuff and get the hell out of here right now.
Steff:
What?
Nickerson:
You heard me. You get out of here. You're through. You're off the team.
Nickerson:
You poured garbage on me, my wife and my little girl.
Nickerson:
Djordjevic! I'd like to talk to you.
Steff:
We got nothing to talk about.
Nickerson:
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