If I can't win, I won't run!
If you won't run, you can't win.
Most scenes together: Harold M. Abrahams & Sam Mussabini (3), Eric Liddell & Harold M. Abrahams (2)
If I can't win, I won't run!
If you won't run, you can't win.
I've never seen such drive, such devotion in a runner. He runs like a wild animal. He unnerves me.
As well he should. He frightens the living daylights out of me. [chuckles]
Yes, well, I want you to help me take him on.
No. Why?
Well, when the right woman comes along, how would you feel if she pops the question? [quiet laugh] Ya'see, Mr. Abrahams, like the bridegroom, it's the coach should do the asking.
Mr. Mussabini...I can run fast. With your help I believe I can run even faster. I want that Olympic medal. Now I can see it there. It's waiting for me. But I can't get it on my own.
And now in one hour's time, I will be out there again. I will raise my eyes and look down tha corridor; 4 feet wide, with 10 lonely seconds to justifiy my whole existence. But will I?
Aubrey, I've known the fear of losing but now I am almost too frightened to win.
Protocol, Monty, Protocol, he is here to show us what must be done and more essentially what may not be.
Ah, Liddell! I was afraid you weren't here.
I'm afraid I am, sir.
Eric Liddell? He's no real problem...
You could have fooled me.
Yeah he's fast! But he won't go any faster. He's a gut runner, digs deep! But a short sprint is run on nerves. It's tailor-made for neurotics.
I want you to pretend you're running on hot bricks: if you leave your feet too long on the ground, they'll get burned! Pop, pop, pop! Light, light, light as a feather!
Do you want to know why you lost today?
Have you got another two coins, Mr. Abrahams? Well, maybe we can find 'em.
Do you want to know why you lost today?
Why running?
Why singing?
My job. [pause] No. No, that's silly. I do it because I love it.
You love running?
I'm more of an addict.
No ball!
How zat!
Not out!
What do you mean, not out? You could have heard it from bloddy Bournemouth! Come on, Liddell, my innings.
I didn't touch it, I swear it, must've been the crack of my wrist!
He's out I tell you, you're all deaf - deaf and bloody blind! Aubrey I ask you, for God's sake!
It's not FAIR!
[The athletes break into laughter, Abrahams eventually joining them]
And now in one hour's time, I will be out there again. I will raise my eyes and look down that corridor; 4 feet wide, with 10 lonely seconds to justify my existence. But will I?
his a STRONG man but is unsure about his religion.