And you don't see the Swiss team smiling neither. In fact, if one of those Swiss boys ever came across a pretty girl he would probably yell 'eins, zwei, drei' and try to push her down some ice!

Lets get one thing straight Bannock. We may be on the same team but I am no one's teammate.

Derice Bannock: "Cool Runnings" means "Peace Be The Journey."

Old Man: I'll pay a dollar to shut up!

Josef Grool: Hey Blitzer, why don't you put some training wheels on that sled?

Derice: I can't believe the trials are finally here.
Joy: Are you nervous?
Derice: I'm not nervous, I'm ready. I've been ready for this day my whole life. I don't care how fast they run, I'm gonna run faster. I don't care how much they want it, I want it more. I'm going to the Olympics baby, I can feel it. I'm going to win the gold.
Joy: Derice, are you nervous?
Derice: I'm terrified!

Sanka: Hey coach, I can't get my helmet on...
[Irv punches the helmet down onto his head.]
Sanka: Oooh, thanks, Coach.

Derice: I can't believe your still cold man.
Sanka: Cold?! I'm freezing my royal Rastafarian nay-nays off!

Derice: I'm not worried and we have good coach.
Larry: I hate to say it but uh, you've got to wake up, Coach Blitzer is what's killing you. He's been useless since the day he was busted.
Derice: Whatcha mean busted?
Larry: The '72 Games, guy hid weights in the front of the sled to make it go faster.
Derice: So what? It's no big deal.
Larry: Having your gold medals taken away for cheating is a big deal!
Coach Irv: [sees the conversation] Derice, let's go, we got a big meeting. [Derice leaves, then Irv speaks to Larry] Giving my kid a few pointers, Larry?
Larry: Your kid's gonna need all the help he can get...[marches up to Irv] Coach.

[During the push-cart race] I love Jamaica and Jamaica loves me!

Feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme, get on up, It's push-cart time...

Greetings, sled god.

Oooh, the back is nice!

Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, its bobsled time! COOL RUNNINGS!

What I am saying to you, is that you are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing big bald bubblehead that can only count to ten if he's barefoot or wearing sandals.