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Coach McGinty: [Surprising Falco] You look like a swordfish I caught once. Yeah, he hit the deck just like that. [Falco stares at him] You know who I am? Shane Falco: Yeah, Jimmy McGinty. You're the old coach from the 80's. [Picks himself up] McGinty: Yeah, we met just before the Sugar Bowl. Falco: I remember. [Shakes hands with McGinty] McGinty: Hell of a game, that Sugar Bowl. What'd you lose that by, 40 points? Falco: That'd be 45. McGinty: Sometimes a game like that just sticks with you, and you can never shake it off. Falco: Got three concussions to prove it. McGinty: That's why girls don't play the game. Falco: What're you doing here, coach? McGinty: I'm back with the Sentinels; I want you to quarterback them. I've found the best guards available to protect you and a wide receiver even you couldn't overthrow. Falco: ...I'm retired. McGinty: Retired, huh? [Gestures to his run-down houseboat] Well, it looks like things have been going real well for you since. Falco: I've got no com

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Coach McGinty: You know what separates the winners from the losers, kid? Shane Falco: The score. McGinty: Getting back up on that horse after you've been kicked in the teeth. I've watched films of your game since the Sugar Bowl. You should've been carrying a clipboard that first year, not trying to carry the whole team. Your teammates leaned on you, and you crumbled. Is that how you wanna be remembered? Falco: I don't wanna be remembered at all. McGinty: You're still young. If you do well, who knows what'll happen once the strike ends? Look, I'm not going to make any promises, Shane, but why not take a chance, huh? Rather than hang out here, scraping crap off the bottom of somebody else's toys.

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Shane Falco: Hey, coach, can I ask you a question? Coach McGinty: Yeah, go ahead, shoot. Falco: Why me? McGinty: ...I look at you, and I see two people: the man you are and the man you ought to be. Someday, those two will meet, and should make for one hell of a football player.

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Coach McGinty: FALCO! If I had wanted Cochran to have the ball, I would have called it that way! Shane Falco: I read Blitz. McGinty: Bullshit! I put the game in your hands, you got scared! Falco: I read BLITZ! McGinty: [confronts Falco] Winners always want the ball when the game's on the line.

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Shane Falco: Lay off. Eddie Martel: Lighten up, Falco. It's not like he can hear what I'm saying. Falco: I can. Martel: What's it say? Falco: "There's one good thing about being deaf; it makes it easier to ignore the assholes." [Murphy taps Martel on the chest and points to him; Falco translates the sign language] "You..." [Murphy makes a circle with his left hand and wiggles his right index finger in it] "Asshole." Martel: Heh, that's funny. [Martel sucker punches Falco. Replacement players start to stand up, while Murphy starts to confront Martel, when Shane stands up again] Falco: Hey, it's cool! It's cool! [To Martel] You've had enough? Martel: [Chuckling with his teammates] Look at this guy. You've got balls, Falco. You've got shit for brains, but you have balls. Falco: Well, thank you. [To Bateman, who's by the jukebox] Hey Danny! Remember what I told you about redshirts in practice? Bateman: Yeah. Falco: Forget about it. Bateman: Ok... Falco: Hey Martell. [punches him] Bateman:

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Shane Falco: Quicksand. Clifford Franklin: Oh, shit, Shane! Hey, quicksand's a scary mother, man. I mean, first of all, they suck you right in, and even if you scream, you get all that muck in your mouth– Coach McGinty: That's not what he meant, Franklin. Franklin: What? McGinty: That's not what he meant. Franklin: Well, what're you talking about there, coach? McGinty: Well, why don't you ask him. Franklin: [Turns to Falco] Hey, what's up, Shane? Falco: You're playing and you think everything is going fine. Then one thing goes wrong. And then another. And another. You try to fight back, but the harder you fight, the deeper you sink, until you can't move... you can't breathe... because you're in over your head. Like quicksand. [everybody stays silent] Action Jackson: That's deep shit, Shane. That's some deep shit! McGinty: Anything else you're afraid of? Franklin: ...Going back to the mini-mart. Jumbo Fumiko: Shipping yard. Walter Cochran: The auto plant. Earl Wilkinson: [pointedly] Pri

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Clifford Franklin: I ran it just like you said! You just underthrew me! Eddie Martel: This isn't a track meet, asshole, you have to look for the ball! Franklin: You better back off, man. Martel: You-! Jimmy McGinty: Hey, hey! [To Martel] I'll pull you off the field, you spoiled little punk. Martel: And who do you think O'Neill's going to side with: some burned out old coach, or somebody who puts fans in the stands? McGinty: [Starts to approach Martel] You sonofabitch... Leo Pilachowski: Hey, what do you think you're doing?! We got a game to play! Martel: Nobody can beat Dallas with these losers! Shane Falco: [enters locker room] I can. Martell: Hi Falco, it's great to see ya, now get the hell out of MY LOCKER ROOM! Falco: Coach? McGinty: What the hell took you so long? Falco: Traffic. [players cheer him on] McGinty: Suit up! Martell: What?! [To McGinty] O'Neil will fire your ass! McGinty: It won't be the first time! Martell: This is bullshit. I'm going to put an end to this right now.

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Jumbo Fumiko: Sorry, Shane. Sorry, everybody. Shane Falco: No problem, Jumbo. Just make sure you rip someone's head off on this one. Jumbo: Consider it done. Falco: Alright. So, besides me, who really wants the ball? Falco: Yeah. You want it, Brian. Let's hook up. [Calls the play, while gesturing in sign language for Murphy] DC Left, Y Motion, 88 Warrior. Gentlemen... [Sticks his hand into the middle of the huddle, the rest of the players in the huddle put their hands on his] It's been an honor sharing the field of battle with you. It's on one, on one. Ready? Sentinels Offense: BREAK!